Short poems about life, quatrains about life

Short poems about life

I drink to the ruined house, To my evil life, To the loneliness of the two of us, And to you I drink, To the lies of the lips that betrayed me, To the dead coldness of the eyes, To the fact that the world is cruel and rude, To the fact that God did not save.

"The Last Toast" by Akhmatova

The poem “The Last Toast” by Anna Andreevna Akhmatova is part of the lyrical cycle “Break”.

The poem was written in June 1934. The poetess is 45 years old; her new poems have not been published for almost ten years, and her early collections have not been republished. However, there are few poems from that period at all. All this decade she has been living in the family of art critic N. Punin in the Sheremetyevsky (more precisely, Fontanny) House, where “The Last Toast” was once written. The genre is a farewell toast, a point in a relationship, a retrospective look at the past years. The rhyme is cross, there is no division into stanzas. The lyrical heroine is A. Akhmatova herself. The work is autobiographical. She ended up in N. Punin’s house after the dissolution of her marriage with the orientalist V. Shileiko. She needed support - and she received it, but the house turned out to be a stranger. She lived there as a family friend, tried to pay the rent, and treated the Punins’ daughter with warmth. Later, a corner was allocated in the house for her son Lev Gumilyov, who hoped to go somewhere after finishing school. This strange, confusing life has gone on for too long. A. Akhmatova accepted her without illusions. The breakup followed in 1938, shortly after the arrest of the poetess’s son. She had neither the strength to start over nor any particular desire to slam the door. She left the house in the early 1950s when she was given notice of eviction. By that time, N. Punin himself was in the camp, and he had very little time to live; L. Gumilyov was also imprisoned. In the poem, the heroine makes a toast that looks like a sentence. It reflects a terrible time that cast disastrous shadows on her fate. The intonation is hard-won. “A ruined house”: after her divorce from N. Gumilyov, she went nowhere, lived in strange corners. The reliability of the walls also turned out to be a myth. “Evil life” (epithet, metaphor): almost folklore expression, akin to an evil fate. Here there is an awareness of the tragedy of one’s own existence, of forced “internal emigration” so as not to lose oneself completely. “Loneliness together”: an oxymoron, an absurdity. To be together out of despair. From the fourth line - direct appeal. The heroine could not do without bitter reproaches, she lists: for lies, for coldness. The eyes are silent, and the lips lie. In the final lines, an image of a cruel and rough world appears, as if indifferent to its pitiful, lost inhabitants. Raising a toast always means honoring, blessing, thanking. The poetess chose this form for greater contrast. She seems to be stating facts. In the finale there is a painful, in the folk spirit, complaint of a tired soul: that God did not save. Open to all the winds, seemingly unprepared, blissfully unaware - she walked this path, and however, then it was still far from over. Persistent repetitions (anaphora), most of the rhymes are masculine and closed, A. Akhmatova’s chopped ri is a look at her life and relationship with N. Punin.

Poems that bring you to tears with meaning about life

I will be cured by time - by the best of healers... And God will reward everyone according to their deserts... On the one hand, I have no one to trust, On the other hand, at least no one will betray me. Now I have become my own hostess: I go to guests where I have not been for a long time. On the one hand, I feel sorry for what was destroyed. On the other hand, I couldn’t do it anymore. All the doors are closed and all the stones have been torn off. From now on I became a stranger forever. On the one hand, without love it’s very cold, On the other hand, I’m calmer alone... I’ll go my own way as best I can, They don’t love, don’t remember, don’t believe, don’t wait... I know one thing: it’s better to be alone, Than to wait for what you will be betrayed, as always...

There is a cherished line in the closeness of people, It cannot be crossed by love and passion, - Let the lips merge in an eerie silence, And the heart is torn to pieces by love. And friendship is powerless here, and there are years of high and fiery happiness, When the soul is free and alien to the Slow languor of voluptuousness. Those who strive for it are mad, and those who have achieved it are stricken with melancholy... Now you understand why my heart does not beat under your hand.

I'm going to live my whole life. All life passes in anticipation, And only in short meetings, When it is unthinkable to decide What it means to be or not to be, Between the proud moment of recognition And the bitter moment of parting - I am living, and not preparing to live.

Perhaps these electrons are Worlds where there are five continents, Arts, knowledge, wars, thrones And the memory of forty centuries! Also, perhaps, each atom is a Universe with a hundred planets; Everything that is here is there, in a compressed volume, But also what is not here. Their measures are small, but Their infinity is still the same, as here; There is sorrow and passion, just like here, and even there there is the same worldly arrogance. Their sages, having placed their boundless world as the center of existence, Hasten to penetrate into the sparks of mystery And think, as I do now; And at the moment when currents of new forces are created from destruction, They shout, in the dreams of self-hypnosis, That God has extinguished his torch!

My voice is weak, but my will does not weaken, I even feel better without love. The sky is high, the mountain wind is blowing, and my thoughts are blameless. The insomniac nurse has gone to others, I do not languish over the gray ash, And the crooked hand of the tower clock does not seem like a deadly arrow to me. How the past loses power over the heart! Liberation is near. I will forgive everything, Watching how the ray runs up and down the damp spring ivy.

Insomnia. Homer. Tight sails. I read the list of ships to the middle: This long brood, this crane train, That once rose above Hellas. Like a crane's wedge into foreign borders, - There is divine foam on the heads of kings, - Where are you sailing? If not for Helen, What is Troy alone for you, Achaean men? Both the sea and Homer - everything is moved by love. Who should I listen to? And so Homer is silent, And the black sea, swirling, makes noise And with a heavy roar approaches the head.

I stopped praying in your name. I forget your moles, wrinkles, I haven’t stopped loving you, I’m just tired, Reminds me of life not paradise... a wake. And there is nothing left but to LIVE, Model events from the patient’s experience, And when waking up, divide day and night, Put away the unnecessary, sentry, in the chest of drawers. I so dream of not recognizing you again, To pass with a smile, and not with terrible torment. Not knowing that YOU are love, but has now become a painful separation. And there inside, already tired of crying, I quietly reach psychosis. I so dream of not knowing you anymore. But your name has stuck like a thorn.

The darkest days of the year must become brighter. I can’t find words to compare - Your lips are so tender. Just don’t you dare raise your eyes, preserving my life. They are brighter than the first violets, but deadly to me. Now, I realized that there is no need for words, The snow-covered branches are light... The birdcatcher has already spread out the nets on the river bank.

And happy will be the one who can love, and, forgetting about quarrels, forgive past sins

The most tender and heartfelt statuses are poems about love. Beautiful and touching, they are able to touch even the most indifferent heart and inspire mutual feelings.

Love is tender... Breathe, look, touch, believe, wait, think often on sleepless nights. Pressed to your chest, just be silent, read poetry, touching the heart strings
I want to be loved by you for real, seriously. To become unique for you, to the point of recklessness and tears. To love you without fear, without suspicion and anxiety, without bitter regrets, the way God intended love
Remind your family every day that you will be there in your mind and heart. Warm them up with a simple confession, tell them that you love them very much today
If they love, they don’t go to the left; if they love, they admit it boldly; if they love, they’ll go to the ends of the world together; if they love, they don’t hide it.
And the world will smile at those who are pure in heart, the soul will light up with the fire of love sparks
Don’t shout: the one who is yours will understand, even a whisper will be a scream to him. If he loves you, he will find the time. The rest are like faceless shadows
I will become anything in life: the darkness of the night and the light of the day, and the rock and the surface of the water, only you love me
From hot kisses the heart in unison. And let the whole world wait behind the thick curtain. You will say so many tender, passionate words. From these love we make patterns
And once again scattering the floral aroma, spring will turn my head with itself. And he will give me so many joyful minutes, enveloping me from head to toe with his love.
I am crushed by an oppressive silence, my suffering heart beats more silently. I’m still breathing, but the icy cold irreversibly cools my soul
Angels in heaven fight for your wonderful smile and lovely green eyes, but on earth I suffer.
I touch you gently with my lips, and it’s as if time has turned back. And what was between us, fate is unable to sweep away
Read beautiful poems that will make your heart sing. They, like a current, pierce the body, and again everything inside trembles.

Happy eyes sparkle with the flame of love. And this wonderful gift was blessed by heaven

Set statuses about the feelings that excite you in verse. Beautiful and melodious messages will tell about secret hopes, innermost dreams and sincere faith in miracles.

Live in such a way as not to dwell on problems, although fate sometimes hits you very cruelly. There are no saints here, everyone has their own mistake - only the one who does not live at all is not mistaken
What to do - you ask for advice. Life has thrown you a handful of troubles again. Let the sunset scare you with darkness again - the dawn will definitely come!
Take a breath of fresh air, exhale all unnecessary thoughts. This world is not so bad, you just need to be able to see in it: fireflies in the middle of the darkness, a kind face between the dirty and the nasty, a friend to meet among the evil crowd, a faithful one among the infidels
One day and hour will come, and you will understand that nothing lasts forever. Life very strictly teaches us that time is fleeting. It will show that we need to appreciate and preserve everything that is generously given to us. After all, life is like a thin thread that suddenly breaks...
If scoundrels pester you, there is no need to be upset - worms also choose only the best fruits
You change friends, countries, cities... Other doors, new years... But you can’t leave yourself. And if you can, just go nowhere
Meet all anger directed at you with laughter and remember that envy is a sign of success
Walk in life simply by your side, not taking away freedom, but giving it. And warm with your tender gaze, surrounding your loved ones with happiness
The closeness of souls is not in the flame of passion, but in the care and support of the husband. When at night he rocks the cradle so as not to disturb your sweet sleep
How difficult it has become to live and find a moment for loved ones these days. Among the problems of insidious, stupid squabbles, leave a corner in your heart for loved ones
Do not destroy the divine flight with thoughtless words of the beautiful feelings of love. And if separation awaits the two of you, then let sincerity remain between you
And I dream of just living and knowing that I am loved by you. And appreciate every moment together, because our life is unique

Life poems with meaning to tears

While you're alive

While you are alive, you mean too much And on the road of life, barely breathing, Dropping your tattered feet into the dust, You look for those in whom the soul glows.

Years, centuries, seconds and minutes, In forgotten books, chronicles, dreams, You are looking for a way to throw off the body's shackles, Forgetting about hunger, vanity and fear.

You grab a bit of everything... Leave your ardor and eternal anxiety! You were born from Love and for It, and only in It will you find the way to God.

Happiness

Ask yourself - who are you, who do you really want to be? Go through life now and here. Are you living the way you wanted?

What have you been able to achieve by spending time and energy? What awaits you next? – At least once, but you asked yourself.

Everyone is looking for happiness on earth, Everyone dreams of swimming in it. But you can’t find it outside – it grows inside!

Grows in the harmony of love In harmony with oneself and the world, After all, life is given for this: To learn to be happy!..

Life passes now and here - We live in this moment. Hurry to find happiness in your Souls by achieving awakening!..

Everything happens in this world

Everything passes in this world - This is how the white light works - We live, but in fact, Nothing has been there for a long time...

People are chasing ashes, a big illusion - Life filled with fear and unnecessary vanity...

This is how life goes for many, but why then do we live? Why do we come into the world, what should we comprehend in it?

All the answers are hidden within us, in the depths of our soul. We must become kind as children, We must love the whole world!

And then the soul will wake up, Illuminating everything around. And the child will return to the Father, breaking the vicious circle!...