There are such eyes in the world that when you look, you don’t mind dying... Even if the Sun isn’t shining, you look into them and it becomes hot... And from birth people look for them... Both in warm weather and when bad weather... Those eyes belong to the one who loves us... This is reflected in them... Happiness!!!
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Sometimes they are formidable, sometimes they are clear, like the weather in spring. I get lost at the sight of them And there is confusion in me... I wish I could look at them again, Drown at the very bottom... And without further ado, tell you about love.
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Your look is your voice. Your eyes and hair. I simply don’t exist without this. I melt into your pool again and again. You came to me from my dreams. Don’t say anything, come on without words. Look into my eyes what you see in them is Love. I don’t want to divide it into yours and mine.
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Your gaze is filled with bright light. He is passionate, gentle and deep. He is gentle, like the sun in summer, Like chocolate, he is bittersweet. All your curves are beautiful. They mercilessly enchant. The movements of the body are so beautiful that they excite everyone's heart.
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Oh, those women's eyes! They are fog, a deep pool, They will lift you into the heavens, And all the sorrows will drown in them... Or they can throw you into the abyss, down, With one murderous look... And pain, and joy, happiness in them The desire to be everywhere nearby... They beckon, they captivate, They throw you into the heat, they throw you into the cold, They will heal the soul from the fire, And they will quench the hunger for love... But don’t look into her eyes, When they sparkle with tears,
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Oh, those women's eyes! They are fog, a deep pool, They will lift you into the heavens, And all the sorrows will drown in them... Or they can throw you into the abyss, down, With one murderous look... And pain, and joy, happiness in them The desire to be everywhere nearby... They beckon, they captivate, They throw you into the heat, they throw you into the cold, They will heal the soul from the fire, And they will quench the hunger for love... But don’t look into her eyes, When they sparkle with tears.
Creative poems about women's eyes
A woman with beautiful eyes can smile and be sad, a woman with beautiful eyes can hate and love.
Run in the rain, walk on the roof, Or wrap yourself in a warm blanket, Can wait a long time for someone to write And remain silent. And the pain? Endure it.
She can understand and calm down, But she herself is not friendly with tears. Thousands of people - just one. A woman with beautiful eyes.
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Women's eyes are different, Proud, inviting and powerful. Brown, green and blue, Tender, bottomless and strong.
Trembling, sensitive and, at times, vulnerable, But always loved, loved, loved...
Women's eyes can be tender, enchanting us with unearthly colors. Gray and, like nights, black. Kind, stubborn, submissive.
Trembling, sensitive and, at times, vulnerable, But always loved, loved, loved...
Women's eyes can be pure - Like a mirage, distant and close. Tears always hide in them somewhere, and then roll down like pearls.
Trembling, sensitive and, at times, vulnerable, But always loved, loved, loved.
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I want to become a complete fool, So that I can neither write nor read, So that I can lie around all day, So that I can laugh at stupid jokes. To be dragged away by pink clothes, So that your friends are nothing but idiots, So that there is perfume and “chew gum” in your reticule, So that Petrosyan makes you laugh out loud. So that the computer is a big calculator, So that you write “ginirator” with an error, So that Dom2 is “bad transmission.” A bunch of lovers and richer ones. So that in headphones - “High Heels” with Bilan, So that underpants - only “Dolce Habana”, So that “cybernetics” is a terrible word, So that “politics is not cool.” In general, I want to be a complete fool, To take not with my mind, but with my face and figure, To achieve everything by baring my knees. I wish I could become like this... And kill myself against the wall. If you become like this, you will be stunned with boredom. There will be not girlfriends around, but bitches. All the men will be bastards and misers, the rest will be enough to make you want to vomit. There will be not walls in the apartment - dungeons. They will miss each other's knees. So don't bat your eyelashes stupidly. Look at the monitor and work, work!!!
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Eyes can speak. Scream with happiness or cry. With your eyes you can encourage, drive you crazy, make you cry. You can deceive with words, but with your eyes it is impossible. You can drown in your gaze if you look carelessly...
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They contain secrets, riddles and simply openness. Adult wisdom, holy naivety. Hidden tenderness and somewhere - carelessness. Joy for a moment and bliss for eternity.
A drop of a tear and a spark of slyness A sea of warmth and a funny wonder Passion fire and coolness of reason And an explanation for any action
There is a lot of melancholy and enthusiasm in them, and also in abundance of love and contempt. The affection of the soul and the generosity of a smile. The bitterness of reproaches, the forgiveness of mistakes.
A couple of whims and somewhat humility Challenge, stubbornness and innocence Rage, obstinacy and meek sensitivity Hearts vulnerability and sweet fragility
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A woman with beautiful eyes can smile and be sad, a woman with beautiful eyes can hate and love.
Run in the rain, walk on the roof, Or wrap yourself in a warm blanket, Can wait a long time for someone to write And remain silent. And the pain? Endure it.
She can understand and calm down, But she herself is not friends with tears. Thousands of people - just one. A woman with beautiful eyes.
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A woman with beautiful eyes can smile and be sad, a woman with beautiful eyes can hate and love.
Run in the rain, walk on the roof, Or wrap yourself in a warm blanket, Can wait a long time for someone to write And remain silent. And the pain? Endure it.
She can understand and calm down, But she herself is not friendly with tears. Thousands of people - just one. A woman with beautiful eyes.
Poems about women's eyes in which you want to drown
Happy eyes... sparkle with light. They are beautiful... with inner warmth, They are filled with... Spring and Summer, No sadness about the past is visible in them. Eyes that have experienced loss in life are full of melancholy, although they sometimes laugh! They need the support of their neighbors, But the pain in wrinkles... is forever!
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There are such eyes in the world that when you look at them, you don’t mind dying... Even if the Sun isn’t shining, you look into them and it becomes hot... And from birth people have been looking for them... Both in warm weather and when bad weather... Those eyes belong to the one who loves us... This is reflected in them... Happiness!!! Oh, these women’s eyes, It’s impossible to look at them enough, The heavens are reflected there, There’s no escape from the magical spell.
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Diamonds, malachites, turquoise - Nothing in comparison, no matter what you say, When your beautiful eyes shine In the sun or in the glare of the moon.
They are dreams and dreams for the poet, They are bottomless lakes for the soul. Your eyes are happy comets, Shine and don’t extinguish your gaze.
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They contain secrets, riddles and simply openness. Adult wisdom, holy naivety. Hidden tenderness and somewhere - carelessness. Joy for a moment and bliss for eternity.
A drop of a tear and a spark of slyness A sea of warmth and a funny weirdo Passion fire and coolness of mind
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One look and it’s decided: This was given to me from above. Looking into your eyes, I realized: I can’t live without them!
Everything that the world is rich in is there: Tenderness, passion, kindness and revenge. Unearthly beauty - Abyss and height in them.
I’ll just accumulate strength, Looking at them, I’ll say: “I love you!”
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How people look at each other - I will not get tired of watching... In some eyes the blizzard hissed, In others - the Lord's grace...
And I’m in the minibus at the window I look into the eyes with apprehension... In some eyes there is the charisma of a cat, In others - a July thunderstorm...
In some eyes jealousy roars, in others - the ability to trust... In some eyes poverty was shy, in others - wealth cannot be grasped...
No matter how much the skirt costs... The outfit cannot hide the truth... The price of the action is always more important And what hides the meek gaze...
In the eyes of people - excess stress, fragments of a rainbow dream... In some - fate without interest, in others - categories of beauty...
Some eyes will save, lift... Others will drown without a trace... Some will embrace the whole world, In others - not tears, but water...
The minibus was approaching the house... The doors opened wide... And I read so much in half an hour in human eyes...
Poems about resentment and pain in the soul
Just imagine how the soul aches... How it cries from resentment, How, huddled alone in a corner, it hides its tears in its fist.
How I don’t want to show her that she’s unhappy again, that she’s crushed and sad, and today she’s... in a lot of pain. Just imagine... how hard it is to pretend “nothing happened”, And at the same time... push your heart, so that it beats more cheerfully...
Trying to lift the mood and collect... the last thoughts, Those that again from sadness - melancholy fled and somewhere... hung.
Kindness, I ask: “Stop patting those on the head, as always, Those who came to visit you with one purpose - to spoil your soul.”
Rozbitskaya Natalya
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Don’t rush to say offensive words...
Don’t rush to say hurtful words... Not everything and not always time heals in us... Even if the years fly by... Those words... They will simply cripple the soul... Don’t let insults conquer your heart... And don’t let the shoots of revenge there... Forget everything... and start loving again, Without losing your dignity and honor... May God grant you patience and love... May God grant you the ability to forgive and simply believe... Offensive words... drive them away... When they leave... close the doors tighter...
Galina Volenberg
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Never offend your loved ones, forgive weaknesses, mistakes and sins, never betray your loved ones in moments of jealousy, separation and melancholy. Don’t mislead your loved ones with the cold indifference of your hearts, and don’t read moral lessons to them without truly understanding yourself. Do not humiliate the tenderness of feelings with pride, Uncharacteristic, perhaps, even for you. All tests of humiliation usually Lead to accusatory speeches. And don’t look for ideals in this life, Although, God grant that you still meet, You will create your loved ones out of love, It is the most valuable material.
Tamara Marshalova
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I was waiting for the call, like waiting for salvation. “Hello, son, how glad I am... Yes, I accept congratulations, Yes, anniversary... of the year, of the year. How about you, you’re not sick, thank God you’re healthy. yes, yes, I know it’s getting late and the guests are all already at the table... Thank you for congratulating me, may God protect your family. bye, son... you're in a hurry... I know, I kiss you, I'm laying down the straw...” The son called, a tear rolled down. what happiness for her... “I hear your voice, it’s mercy, I would like to see your face.”
But he lives, just a stone’s throw away... and passes by every day. already eight years old... Don’t you know that you are her son, dear, beloved. I’d like to take a look at you, she’s already ten years old, you’re hurting your mother in vain... and it’s not my fault. Someday, maybe you'll understand. but it will be too late, you will regret it. Well, how do you live without her... without the one that life gave and believes...
she's a mom after all
Lyudmila Shcherblyuk
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It’s not at all difficult to offend a loved one. It is more difficult to understand and ask for forgiveness. Sometimes it seems that this is impossible. But it’s better to overcome ridiculous doubts. With pride, life becomes more difficult. She, like an asp, poisons our soul. After all, loved ones are much more important! So let reason still rule us!
Irina Lobantseva
Leave your tears, because there is no other way, Smile, girl - the proud do not cry. And in spite of the insult, you must laugh, Let your heart break from pain! Hide those bitter tears from everyone in the world. You are the mistress of life, not a mimosa bush!
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How painful it is to wait and know that you are not waiting How painful it is to know that you no longer love So know, soul, you will die of love And you will wave your hand and forget everything
It was so painful to say “goodbye” It will be even more painful for me to forgive you And even if I forgive you, let But my heart will not forget such pain
How painfully the tears burn my eyes Everything turned out to be in black and white A thunderstorm is swearing through the window That the sky is also bursting into tears
How painful it is that we can’t return those days when I could admire you We didn’t have enough for two of my greater love How painful it is that we had to part
How painful it is that I am no longer needed I have melted with the snow for you How painful it is that I am no longer important What is most important to you is that you are with friends
How painful it is that it’s not you who’s hurting, God grant that we don’t meet you someday How painful it is that I’m still waiting for the meeting I should forget everything, I don’t want to, but I have to
How painful it is that I will no longer touch your cheek with my warm hands. How painful it is that I will no longer return to your house - you are now locked up for me
How painful it is that there is nothing more to say Yes and why, everything is said with the eyes And at parting there is only silence Goodbye Andrey, now you are only a memory...
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Only you could have hurt me so much. You took my heart and squeezed it with your hand. You hurt me and then were able to leave. And now I live with only melancholy.
She eats my soul from the inside. You can’t drive her away from there. Only you could hurt me like that. And only you can return everything.
I don’t need the love that was I don’t need your words in a line Give me one thing - so that only I can live Bring back peace to my soul.
Only you could have hurt me so much But I hope you will someday understand That dreams don't always come true That sometimes a dream is just a lie.
I close my Heart - with a lock... Forgive those - who did not have time to warm up... I tried to live - with an open heart... It didn’t work... I learned a lesson....
It’s damn hard to be true to yourself... It’s damn hard to be unfaithful to someone... To whom I confessed my love first... I wanted a lot - I was left in emptiness...
I close my Heart - forever.... At least for a year, I know for sure... I will be proud... independent... vicious... But no more trouble will settle in the Heart....
I tried so hard to live... And, God knows... I was so... able... I almost... broke... Look - this is what’s left of me... I’m closing.... Heart... locked...
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I ask you - do not look away, do not close your soul with blind curtains, do not force you to put shameful doubts and reproaches in one row. , After all, everything happened. And what is the question? I didn't set a trap for you. Now there is no need for lies, no need for tears... It happened. Accept everything like a toy... I will live all this without you, I will survive, I will suffer in silence, But I don’t understand why and why You hide your gaze and make a righteous face...
Two walked... through the void... Knocking down... Souls on the Road.... Together we carried one Dream... One Hope and anxiety... The heart was pounding at the temple... And anger and tenderness were a lump in the throat......
Two walked... plus melancholy... Along unfamiliar lanes... Through the impassability of clever phrases... Through the web of dusty everyday life... Having promised - once again! - Do not believe in either Gods or people... And looking into the eternal grayness... The palette of a vicious circle...
Two fled...from themselves..Loving painfully..Each other...So, along a burnt bridge...Through the silence of sleeping streets.... Two walked... through the void... And... so... sadly... they missed each other...
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But what is going on in the soul, where is everything going? My voice has become hoarse, but I still can’t cry... Well, why is love only paid for with pain? Or maybe I should forget you and then I’ll be cured?
Perhaps I should throw everything to hell and calm down - And just erase you from my mind?.. After all, really, there’s almost nothing to worry about... What kind of love can there be at a distance?..
To be able to wake up on Monday with a “clear conscience” (Well, why should I just be cowardly at least once?) And hide (I’m the heroine of a NEW story!) Wings under a sweater - who should I show off to?..
In the struggle with love, it will not be difficult for me to withstand, It doesn’t matter that I see you in every mirror... Everything will be forgotten, and Friday, and confession... Only you, so dear... will not be forgotten...
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I will die quietly. And no one will hear. I will approach you, taking a soft step. Nobody will write about me in this life. Sorry, I did something wrong.
Don’t wake up or touch – your eyelashes are frozen; With sunrise yesterday a tear rolled into them. The days of our joy have flown away like birds And now the lifeless only watch with their eyes.
I leave you half of myself, half of myself - half of my soul. A snowflake will not melt on my little hands, I am no longer here - don’t look for me.
I'm sorry and understand that it's not my fault, I would like to live, sheltering and loving. But you know that our life is complicated. Now I’ll just kiss you with rain.
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To go where the eyes look... Until the sight goes out, To where the thunderstorm hides Into the long-familiar hell... To where frost grew instead And the air pricks the chest, To where the night does not hold back tears, The bay of the way back... To where there is no place for the soul , Where the heart rate is knocked down... Where the feelings of a broken target burns without a flame... Where the sky falls into the sand From the weight of rumors, Where the pulse does not knock on the temple On the eve of spring. Where the tears are hidden between the words, And the halo is black... So that in this world of terrible dreams To forget that you are gone...
There is sadness and emptiness in the eyes
There is sadness and emptiness in the eyes. The soul is covered with a crust of ice. A tired look, a silent reproach. You go against fate, Not knowing that in the midnight darkness, With a soul as pure as before, You will give your life in exchange for Other people's calculated betrayals. The razors of fear torment the heart. Memories are a handful of ashes. You squeeze them convulsively in your hand. Footprints in a chain on the sand take you to nowhere... And you are no longer the same, Who used to love the light so much And anxiously waited for the dawn, So that you could be the first to smile at the sun And plunge into its bliss...... Everything has been erased in your memory. The gloom of the gray shadows, In the tears of cold September, Suddenly opening the door to an unknown night with a gust of wind, Calling you to rush away, Burning the bridges behind you, Into the arms of eternal darkness. Where there is no pain, no resentment and no lies, And the world lies at your feet... And taking a step, then with your other careless hand, you chose your own path, afraid to breathe out of joy. The full moon was shining. There was silence all around. You walked with freedom, breathing, But as if with a knife blade, the darkness cynically cut off the pearl-white two wings that were behind your back. And with every step, the claws of emptiness dug more and more painfully into the flesh of that one dream, That always burned above you like a guiding star and warmed your blood. And cursing again and again That life that has no end, That tore the mask from the face of the Soulless fiend of Hell... Now you yourself are not happy about the darkness. And ahead there is only an abyss of darkness. And sharper are the needles of fear that pierce your body, But you wanted this, didn’t you?! The brain is burned by a ferocious voice, “THE RENEW HOPE WHO ENTERS.” The gates are already open. The soul was covered with a crust of ice. And contrary to your will, clenching your hands into fists, under the weight of your shackles, you still go to this call. And suddenly you remembered one thing. That rain knocking on the window... That cramped concrete walls... That bitter taste of other people's betrayals... That too narrow cornice..... And the way you stepped down......
Don't notice the sadness in her eyes...
Yuriy Slyzhov 12/22/2010 11:08:19 I’m having a laugh today with these Nadyas... Yesterday I was frozen, today it’s completely defrosted.
Again 35! I've loved the name Nadka since school! When I took my guitar at the holidays and sang, “How is Nadyuyukha... who is she with now? One? Then let him write too...” Vysotsky, looked at either Nadya Sumanova or Nadya Slobodchikova... They fell away from pleasure. And when many years later they called, Sumanova told me “Yurrr... are you still singing that song..? A?" Eh... today I’ll record it for you with Nadyukha Aloy. You are so awesome! I love those. And just like a word, everyone starts barking at me, even the ladies... Bored, Hope from this. People without humor, without kindness, vegetate and, as they say, judge everything by themselves. She accused me of dishonesty... It was hilarious, and that’s all! I don't know how to be DISHONEST!!! Do I know when I'm lying??? when a person feels bad... when they tell him that there is no way to get rid of this... And I tell them, “Take some saliva and spit on their words! I pulled out not a single one, saying that everything is IN HIS HANDS, JUST... YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOURSELF STRONGLY AND this case has come...” I’m not even lying here. I know it. I'M A LYING ONLY FOR THAT MAJORITY who don't want to do anything, who are used to changing their state with a primitive movement of the hand in taking out a pill... When I bombed Leo and Ira Savelyeva, I was very... even spoke out on this topic... When, in response, Ira dedicated a poem to me and all those whom I had annoyed to some extent came to her, SVETA ROMASHINA wrote there, sending it to the gold fund, “Ira... he, it turns out, is screwing you too , and I was only thinking about me!” And don’t tell me that Romashina writes well, feels the meter, has a good rhyme... Don’t tell me about that, you also clung to her breast, and my mother always says, “the affectionate child of two wombs sucks, and you will be with her all your life.” hungry :)" Can you imagine? And yesterday she called me again and said, “Yur, help, something is bothering me in my chest again, let it go away...” I invented a device that you stick between the lines and it shows the “degree of LIFE” of the verse. I stick it in Svetkina..., on the monitor there are two phrases “lifelessness” or “corpse”. Did B tell you? now they’ll inform me again and attack me, but... you understand yourself... lifelessness is against life... it doesn’t have the strength to oppose itself. The same situation... Then Leo got into a dialogue with Leva, then they talked and talked and... he blocked me, and I fucked up a couple of poems. You asked a direct question again, I answered directly, now it’s going to start: “Slyzhov is disturbing the peace again!” And I always sing “We are peaceful people, but our armored train is on a siding!!!”
