Poems about life with meaning to tears

Didn't wait

Son, how are you? How are you? -Fine. Mom, I'm sorry - it's time.

- Son, I'm sorry, I'm calling again - I've been wanting to see you for a long time. - Mommy, sorry, I'm in a hurry. I'll be free and call you back.

- I didn’t wait, I called myself. Tell me, how are you doing? - Yes, everything is fine, here it is again. It’s time for me to run away. -But I just wanted to say... -Mommy, we’ll have time to chat.

Mom called many times, After all, every hour was important to her, But her son was busy and she couldn’t say that she loved him.

Mom called every day, but the son didn’t want to listen. And let him be busy, let him be busy, I would say that there is sadness in my heart.

And the days went by, she was alone. To see your son is a dream - to press your limp cheek and whisper: “My beloved.”

-Mommy, hello. How are you doing there? Why are you calling me at night? -Son, I visited the doctors. I have 10 days left to live. - I'll come tomorrow! Believe it or not, doctors are making mistakes now. Medicines, the best doctors - Everything will be, mom! Just wait!

But suddenly there was a silent shadow of beeps - Today was the last day...

Kutkar Maria

The soul doesn't know how to dress...

Life is an interesting thing. Appearance changes over the years. Sometimes trouble enters the heart without knocking, sometimes fake friends with fangs...

We change clothes according to fashion, We buy more expensive lipstick. Only if we don’t know something, we act in the wrong way...

I stand and look at passers-by. Jackets and boots are changed again. And they look at me too, After all, they meet people by their clothes...

But in life I don’t care much about how much my neighbor’s tights cost... What’s more interesting is how the wind blows, How many leaves fall from the branch...

But my taste in clothes has not changed, neither in money nor in fashion magazines. If only a ray of light would break through from heaven, there would be little light on earth...

It's interesting how people change... They get richer, they get poorer, they get smarter... But the soul will be the same, Even if the temples turn grey.

He who is angry will not become kinder, He who is greedy will not be generous. He who is cowardly will not become bolder... After all, people do not change in their souls!

And this is what I think is most important... Souls have no need to lie, pretend... I leave it open, The soul does not know how to dress...

Irina Samarina-Labyrinth

The girl was in a hurry to go on a date

The girl was in a hurry to go on a date in high-heeled shoes, and in the crowd she accidentally caught an old man walking towards her.

She turned around: “Grandfather, I’m sorry!” He raised his tired eyes: “Darling, where are you in such a hurry?” “They’re waiting for me, you can’t be late.”

“It’s good when they are waiting for you somewhere, And they greet you with joy on their faces, And my love has found shelter Where I can take my time.”

The girl looked at the bouquet, and regret froze in her eyes... He continued: “For seven years now, I’ve been wearing daisies to her on her birthday.

She especially loved them and wove them into her hair and into her wreath. Even on the day we met, I remember she was wearing a dress with such a flower.

We were married to her for many years, But the magical ardor of love did not fade. From the first meeting to the last date, I idolized her all my life.”

He smiled, squeezed the bouquet tighter, and walked quietly to the stop... And she looked after him, As if she was flying down without insurance...

...He is waiting there at the table in the cafe, Angry, because they only have an evening... Checkmarked in the column Between training and an important meeting.

Yes, from the very beginning he did not hide who was driving which car. After the meeting he called a taxi for her, and she hoped that she loved...

Smiling, she hung up the call and deleted the number into obscurity. She knew everything he could answer, but she was no longer interested.

We need someone who will understand, And love, and cherish feelings. We need a home where people will wait... And a bouquet of daisies... from the heart.

Marina Yanykina

One day everything goes irrevocably...

One day everything passes irrevocably... And feelings, and hopes, and dreams. Everything that is from the heart is always free, From tenderness to warm kindness...

But if we knew that one day we would see our loved ones only for the last time, then at that moment it would be very important to us, not what will happen tomorrow, but now...

Now we live... We kiss, hug... Today we often argue about nothing. And tomorrow we scold ourselves, But we won’t return yesterday.

We leave, and sometimes they abandon us... They go to others and go to heaven... Eyes, like clouds, scatter drops. The streak of life is black as soot...

And it seems that there will be no wonderful meetings, And sincere confessions will not be returned... What will happen tomorrow is not interesting to me. After all, life is now, and that’s the point...

And if there is someone to confess your love to, someone to hug, someone to say “I’m sorry” to, then you need to do it and not doubt it, because you can’t find the way to the past...

And you can’t get to the future either, The winged plane won’t fly... Today you need to enjoy life, Hurry to where someone is waiting.

All plans can collapse overnight... The only really right move is not to put off love, family and happiness for tomorrow, which may not come...

Irina Samarina-Labyrinth

Remember

Remember once and for all that there is only one life! She's yours! You don’t need to listen to anyone, they don’t know anything: your emotions and suffering, your grievances, love, farewells. They don’t know what’s in the soul, in the heart. They don't know how to warm you up. Who is needed, dear, who is loved, who is maddeningly necessary to you. They don’t know your dreams, they don’t see pain. And never be in your role! And only you have the right to decide, take, see, talk, call, scream, suffer and wait, and hate, and be bored, and hold hands tightly, look into the eyes and hug, laugh, cry and dream! And do not be afraid and love! Only then will you understand what it means to live!

author unknown

A funny couple is coming towards you

A funny couple is coming towards each other, saying something tenderly to each other. I don’t know what I care about them, But I can’t look away. He is wearing a sun cap with a visor, and a slightly faded scarf. He very gently, but quite firmly, leads his love under the elbow. They walk with funny small steps, Involuntarily shuffling their feet on the asphalt. They float, without knowing it themselves, That the wings are soaring behind their backs. We got closer. But I didn’t turn away, They look at the children so tenderly! The grandfather winked, the old lady smiled. Remaining forever in my memory. Filling the heart with an unusual feeling, Some kind of unnatural warmth. And I was unbearably sad when they disappeared around the corner! They left, leaving me just to think and envy after them. Lovers, they are ninety years old, but their feelings don’t seem to be twenty!

Dreams.

Imagine that your dream is a balloon.

We often cannot forget about our dream, we think about it because we are waiting for it to come true. Then if she is a balloon, then the fact that she cannot come true is obvious.

So you go to school, to work, and you hold a ball in your hand. But it also prevents you from moving and performing any actions. When you get on the bus, you will think about making sure nothing happens to the balloon... Yes, you can be with it for a while, protect it... but sooner or later it will burst... Because it won’t survive on earth. So isn't it easier to let the ball go into the sky? It will fly freely to heaven, and somewhere there it will burst, but not by the hand of a person. It’s probably the same with dreams. Release it into the sky, as if you place an order and send it by air mail. You will forget about it faster, and it will come true faster.

If the balloons deflate while remaining with you, then it is unlikely that you needed this dream, or you were unable to fulfill it, or time has passed and it has become unnecessary. If you ride with a balloon on the bus, you don’t strive for your dream, you don’t take care of it to make it come true.

Beautiful poems with meaning about life

Don't waste your life

Don’t waste your life on those who don’t value you, on those who don’t love you and don’t wait for you, on those who will undoubtedly cheat on you, who suddenly take a new turn. Don’t waste your tears on those who don’t see them, on those who simply don’t need you, on those who, after apologizing, will offend again, who see life from the other side. Don’t waste your energy on those you don’t need, on dust in the eyes and noble show-off. For those who are madly in love with themselves. Don't waste your words on those who don't hear them. For a little thing not worthy of offense, For those who breathe evenly next to you, Whose heart does not hurt with your pain. Don’t waste your life, it is not endless, Appreciate every breath, moment and hour. After all, in this world, even if it is not flawless, there is someone who prays to heaven only for you

Poems about life from unknown authors

The forgiven is the one who forgives. Happy is the one who is happy with life. Even if life bites him. Even if it hits while everyone is sleeping.

But why? What is he guilty of? Doesn't hurt people. Perhaps he is stuck in a web in which there is no warmth in the soul.

In which he searches, waits, dreams. But he himself does not give love. And life hits and bites again... There’s a turn around the corner.

He doesn’t live because he asks for a lot. Shakes fate by the collar. Give me friends and a wife for the road! Give me a spring of living water!

First, love in hope and do not strive for the table of the saints. At least just touch their clothes with your finger.

After all, he is the forgiven who forgives. And happy is he who is happy with life! Who never rejects Her changing gaze.

What is the meaning of life is unknown. On the journey, everyone has their own. But you need to be honest with yourself, and not flirt with fate,

And you need to feel with all your heart, Laugh, cry - just be! And life will open the doors of happiness, Allow you to believe and love!

The young time has passed away, to the sound of guitar strings. I had never dreamed of such a thing before, So that I could not straighten my back.

I avoided illnesses From dawn to sunset And my friends looked at me, Full of enthusiasm and fire.

And now, she’s impudently attached - I didn’t call her, I didn’t invite her, The bitch didn’t even knock on the door, Old age, so the devil could take her!

I tell her: “Wait a little!” I have a pretty wife, and she suddenly grabs my leg, my other members, Satan.

I’ll probably spit on fatigue and take the guitar off the wall, let old age shake off my soul like a string, and maybe from my kidneys and back.

Let's drink to the very brim, To the life that was not lived in vain! Let descendants be born forever, thanks to our youth.

Forget everything, don’t fall low. Be brave, rejoice, dream. Don’t take everything too personally, and don’t take it at all.

Words are just someone's opinion, They don't mean anything. Be strong and change your decisions at the call of your heart.

Don't be afraid of feelings and don't be afraid of tears, Cry if you want, don't be patient. But tune in for good things, It’s certainly ahead.

Smile at people more often, You can say everything with a smile. And be sure to fall in love, so that there are sparkles in your eyes

Irina Samarina-Labyrinth - poems and quotes about life with meaning

Let sadness be bright...

Your soul wanders quietly Near the house where you lived for a long time... Wanders, without rustling the leaves... You left, so the Lord decided... And you don’t need to rush... Enjoy the silence. You managed to forgive all your enemies... You forgot to say goodbye to me...

I can't accept this pain. A hundred pharmacies won't help. I would like to hug you once, My closest person... How much we had to go through, Having shared the trouble between two... How can we be apart now without each other? In case they offend you, call me, I’ll come!

There is a moon behind the cloud... Write lines on it with your heart... She will convey everything as it is with an email from the soul...

You will probably write to me: “Why are you crying, my child, The snow here is much whiter, Here they don’t crawl, but fly... But don’t you dare rush to me, And raise your children... And don’t regret what you’ve lived, Everyone who I caused harm, I'm sorry. And live, live every moment! If you need advice, I’ll dream... I feel warm from your love. Let sadness be bright..."

I’ll read the letter and the light will suddenly fill my soul with sadness... I’ll write you an answer: “I love you, and I’m incredibly sorry, That your favorite tea has cooled down, That you don’t ask me to straighten your scarf...”

Defense (2010, February)

As always, closer to 3 o’clock in the morning, I took my jacket off the hanger, lay down on my side and curled up into a ball (you can’t really lie down on a chair, it’s still work!). And again, smart thoughts began to come to me (which generally often come from 3-5 in the morning, and even if I lie on my left side):

“...No matter how selfish it may sound, but, perhaps, there is not a single living soul that could give me a greater sense of protection than... my jacket.. It’s strange that 3 years ago, I, feeling the same despair and defenselessness , put on a jacket and sat in the room, listening to music. It fits well to the body, gives a feeling of security, and as a result, calms and, as expected, warms. And therefore, so far there is not a single person who can become closer to me than my jacket... "

This is the thought that appeared in my head... She warmed and warmed me, gave me smart aphorisms and sayings, and now I decided to give the same good thought about myself...

PS Yes, sometimes things turn out to be more valuable to us than people. Moreover, for various reasons.