For many centuries people have been asking themselves the question: what is the meaning of life? And everyone comes to their own answer why they should live. Our life is both beautiful and sometimes very difficult, there are bright, amazing moments in it, and sometimes we don’t even want to live. But this is already a manifestation of human weakness.
Let's not talk about sad things. We have prepared for you wonderful poems by modern prose writers and great classical poets about life with meaning or about the meaning of life, as you like. You will find short and beautiful, sincere and sad poems, about love and wisdom, about age and past years.
Life is short... We are guests on earth...
Short, beautiful poems about life with meaning
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How difficult life is, But how beautiful it is! Sometimes it is cruel and bitter, Sometimes it caresses, warms, As it is, it is yours! Your suffering and grievances, Your ringing laughter and the hour of success, Your sunrises and sunsets, Your destiny, your finest hour.
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-What is the meaning of your life? - I was asked. - Where do you see your happiness, tell me? “In battles,” I answered, “against rot and in fights,” I added, “against lies!”
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We are only guests in this life... Why swear and offend? Why, out of envy and anger, meanly set each other up? Let's rejoice people, Be grateful to fate, That happiness fell even as a guest - Live on Mother Earth!!!
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Life is not black and white. She's like a rainbow. We always have colored ones. Only, only us, with our own hand. We erase the colors. Only adding black
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Wear beautiful things, Don't look for a special occasion. Drink wine and burn candles, Hug the one you love. Don’t play forfeits with fate, And don’t think: will it happen? Not to be?! You live today. Tomorrow may simply not come! Chekolaeva Svetlana
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You live and enjoy life, Or you cry at night in silence, All this is only yours, believe me, Your fate belongs only to you. We have no power to change our fate And there is no one to blame for this, Life is short... We are guests on earth, But we understand it too late...
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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. Lev Ozerov
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It seemed like I was just dreaming about it all, but the pain overtook me in reality! Everyone says: turn the page... I'd rather tear out a whole chapter. Yulia Olefir
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We live a rather dull life, If we are looking for joy in the tossing From loneliness together to loneliness in company. Igor Guberman
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Life is short and fleeting, And only literature is eternal. Poetry is soul and inspiration, Sweet languor for the heart. Konstantin Balmont
Whether we like it or not, we all often think about the meaning of life. Is it good or bad and what does it depend on?
Poems by Asadov, touching to the depths of the soul
The soulful poems of Eduard Asadov touch poetry lovers with their sincerity and sincerity. The poet in his poems refers to such human qualities as goodness, justice, nobility. They are simple and understandable, penetrating straight to the soul.
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You are a beautiful, gentle woman, But you can be stronger than men. The one to whom you were promised by fate is one for you for the rest of your life.
He will find you, unique, Or maybe he has already found you. He will carry his beloved in his arms, To a world where it will be good for the two of you.
You are strong in beauty and feminine, and your path lies far. But I know, my divine, how difficult it can be for you.
The prickly pieces of ice melting from a smile and tender words. If only there were no occasions in life when a dear one is ready to betray.
By your appointment, high, Daughter, girlfriend, bride, wife, It is impossible to comprehend this much, Where the solution is sometimes not needed.
And we need clean lake eyes and your kind and bright laughter.
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How easy it is to offend someone! He took and threw a phrase angrier than pepper. And then sometimes a century is not enough to return an offended heart!
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Be kind, don't be angry, have patience. Remember: not only your mood depends on your bright smiles, but a thousand times the mood of others.
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Enemies are always more active than friends. Is it not because it seems to us from eternity that there are much more vile and envious people on this planet than there are straightforward, honest and warm-hearted ones.
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That happiness is not given to you forever, There is no need to complain, man. If happiness were given to us forever, It would be called everyday life.
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When there is coldness and boredom on your face, When you live in irritation and argument, You don’t even know what kind of torment you are, And you don’t even know what grief you are.
When you are kinder than the blue in the sky, And in your heart there is light, and love, and participation, You don’t even know what kind of song you are, And you don’t even know how happy you are!
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Day. Is it a little or a lot? Who cares! For creative people, Full of things to do and all sorts of ideas, 24 hours is a shortcut.
For lazy people, it’s the other way around: A day is an infinity of distances. For lazy people, a day is a year, A hundred emptiness, desires and yawns.
Whether to live a century, fighting and loving, Or to languish from idle vulgarity, All this depends on you, Or rather, on your life positions!
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- You do not love me! - said the wife. The husband whistled in response: “Here you go!” If I’ve been putting up with your character for so many years... You can be calm, I love you like hell!!!
All life is a game and the people in it are actors.
Beautiful, heartfelt poems about life with meaning to the point of tears
Don't cling to the past...
Don't cling to the past, Don't live with grievances, Remember the good things, Don't envy anyone. Take everything that heaven has sent you for granted, Everything that has been done is for the better. No matter how difficult it is, Don’t complain about fate, Be happy every moment, And don’t judge others For their frequent weaknesses. Fight for your loved ones with God-given strength, Don’t skimp on your words, Be gentle with your loved ones. How easy it is to live joyfully! Admire the sunsets, And fall in love with all your passion In your striped life... Amirova Irina
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Life often breaks a woman, The soul crunches under the ribs... Sometimes it bends her in half, Then it lets you know how good she is.
During sleepless nights and the bustle of weekdays, she mixes happiness with tears, into a cocktail: breathe and be stronger.
The pain squeezes, then the wings again. Love will give and take away. She shakes until she is helpless and again leads with a thirst for a miracle.
Let there be strength no matter what happens. Know how to pick yourself up again and go. Well, it didn’t come true... Well, somehow it didn’t work out... You believe that it will be better ahead! Grigorieva Tatyana
My lucky day...
I was waiting for my happy day At eighteen, when spring blossomed lilacs in the gardens, but did not allow my soul to sleep... I was sad and kept waiting, Well, when will my day come. So the wedding has already passed... And the ice on the lakes has grown stronger...
I was waiting for my lucky day. I still couldn’t understand why others aren’t too lazy to change everything this morning... After all, the weather is not the same at all. And according to the forecast, there are no miracles. The dream has been sleeping for a year now, Having aged ten years...
I was waiting for my lucky day... Bustle, business, family... Children's graduation is ahead... I'll look in the mirror - not me... Where is the girl in me, Who loved the shine of the stars, Smiled at her spring...??? The question remains unanswered...
Now I’m not looking forward to a happy day... It’s a pity that I didn’t understand earlier... No, you don’t need a star from heaven, To feel that you lived... And the shadow disappeared from the heart... The whole world is filled with love. Here it is, my lucky day - It is today, now and here! Irina Samarina-Labyrinth
The essence of life
“All life is a game and people are actors in it” - The phrase is known to each of us. We all play one or another role and forget who we are now...
We try on millions of masks. We want to appear better than we are. And we forget that seeming is not enough. And we forget what the whole point is...
Tear off all the masks, find yourself and become better, don’t seem! Try to live kindly, lovingly - This is the essence of life, which has begun to be forgotten!.. Irina Artlis
Nothing bad happens to a good person, either during life or after death. Socrates
Sergei Yesenin - beautiful poems about life, soul and love
The poetry of the great Russian poet Sergei Yesenin leaves no one indifferent. Yesenin’s poems about the meaning of life, a restless soul seeking support, or love for a woman touch with their poignancy the poet’s fans and poetry lovers.
Duma
Sad thoughts, deep thoughts, Bitter thoughts, heavy thoughts, Thoughts forever far from happiness, Sad companions of my life!
Thoughts are the parents of the sounds of torment, Unhappy thoughts, cold thoughts, Thoughts are sources of tears of grief, Free thoughts, free thoughts!
Why are you tormenting my weary chest, Why are you blocking my path?.. Why are you awakening the broken strength Again to fight the impenetrable darkness?
You can’t support the burned-out fire, the sparks are extinguished... It’s too late, fruitless. Your aching heart cannot be healed, your thoughts are sick, lifeless, cold!
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Give me a paw, Jim, for luck, I have never seen such a paw in my life. Let's bark in the moonlight in quiet, noiseless weather. Give me your paw, Jim, for luck.
Please, darling, don't lick him. Understand with me at least the simplest thing. After all, you don’t know what life is, You don’t know that it’s worth living in the world.
Your owner is both sweet and famous, and he has many guests in his house, and everyone, smiling, strives to touch your velvet wool.
You are devilishly beautiful like a dog, With such a sweet, trusting friend. And, without asking anyone at all, Like a drunken friend, you go in for a kiss.
My dear Jim, among your guests there were so many different and different ones. But the one who is the most silent and saddest of all, did not suddenly come here by chance?
She will come, I give you my guarantee. And without me, in her staring gaze, You gently lick her hand for me For everything that you were and were not to blame for.
In life there is always something to forgive for!
Modern poems about life with meaning are sad
I have already forgiven
I have already forgiven all the insults to those who betrayed and did not love, to those who were friendly only in appearance, but hid evil in their souls.
I forgave the rudeness and reproaches, Harsh, arrogant words to the narrow-minded, angry and lonely And I think that I was right.
I forgave the enemies for their intrigues, Sophisticated lace gossip, Intrigues, like a plot for a book, Where “Meanness” is the first chapter.
I forgave my friends for their mistakes, Their criticism, harsh at times, With pity and bitterness of a smile, And the advice of the “smart” is a long line.
I have forgiven those close and distant... In life there is always something to forgive for! This is not the easiest thing, Nothing needs to be simplified!
I forgave, although it was difficult, Without blaming anyone in the world, I think it would be simply wonderful, If someone would forgive me... Alla Zham
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We live the wrong way, we meet the wrong people, we do the wrong things, our souls are not on fire, we touch on the wrong topics with our minds, we speak the wrong words to each other. We scold easily, we make peace strainedly, Wandering in our loneliness, And only about the One we really need, We learn about five minutes before death. Polikanina Valentina
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Why are we running in circles through life? Why are we running in circles through life? Worries, money, daily affairs. And in the bustle we forget to give each other Love, attention and a little warmth.
Meanwhile, the life-giving, wonderful juice of life is flowing out of us. When we understand why we live, Half our life is gone and our temples have turned grey.
And I want to return to my crazy self, The sparkle of young eyes and carefree days, And my grandmother and young mother... But it’s impossible, that makes it even more painful!
How late that insight comes to us, That opens our eyes to many things, Oh, if only I could go back to the past, But the circle of life does not spin back!!!
Life
First, life captivates us: Everything in it is warm, the whole heart warms, And, like a tempting story, Our whimsical mind is cherished. Some things frighten you from afar, But in this fear there is pleasure: It delights the imagination, Like an old man’s night story about a magical adventure. But the playful deception will end! We get used to miracles. Then - we look at everything lazily, Then - and life is disgusting to us: Its riddle and denouement are already long, old, boring, Like a retold fairy tale to the weary before the hour of sleep. Dmitry Venevitinov
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I’m in no hurry with you, And I understand the secret of delusions, Where you can change a minus to a plus And accept the bitterness of words as pleasure. With you, life has slowed down, And I want winds, confusion, cold... How strangely man is structured - He wants what he doesn’t need. Tatyana Kushnareva
I realized that in order to understand the meaning of life, it is necessary, first of all, for life not to be meaningless and evil, and then - reason in order to understand it. Tolstoy L. N.
Heartfelt poems about love, touching to tears
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Quickly overtaking each other, Tears run down your cheek... Don’t cry, beloved, dear, Huddled quietly in the corner.
I swear to you that I will not offend you, not with a look or a word! Believe me, dear, you will see, Don’t cry, my beloved...
I will always take care and cherish You, given to me by fate, Never in separation will I forget Your beloved, tender image!
Come on, I’ll wipe away these tears, I’ll press you to my chest... You won’t notice this separation, You’ll see it, just wait...
Rosalia Martys
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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
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Last love is like an obsession, Like witchcraft, like damage, like dope, The last chance for passion and renewal, A farewell comforting deception...
In what years does the heart cry more bitterly? Alas, of course, at the end of days... Love is a mystery, how it fools - Life is not enough to figure it out...
Last love is an unexpected incident, Crazy fate brought you and me together. All my life I was kind of unlucky.. And you waited for me, waited, waited..
Life is full of tricky events, my heart is compressed, my head is drunk, and the newfound country gives me many unknown discoveries...
Last love is like a testament, Epiphany, forgiveness and farewell...
Eldar Ryazanov
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Everything in life happens for a reason. Some are abandoned. They cannot do without others. And vanity is created in life: Who goes to the fortune teller... Who goes to church, to God...
Here it is not known who is right or wrong. If you broke up, is there any point in catching up? Yes, it’s hard... My eyes hurt from tears... And I want to get even completely...
How absurd! Can't go back. And revenge won't fix anything here. Manage to survive in order to continue living - Fate itself will put everything in its place...
There is no need to send curses after him - Why stoop to humiliation? It would be more honest to wish you happiness, And to part like a human being, like an adult...
But make it clear that you will never take it back again if it didn’t work out. It happens that they don’t go anywhere - Many didn’t manage to separate!
Everything in life happens for a reason... And much is learned through comparison. So that vanity does not touch your life, do not play with fate - it will be rewarded!
Galina Nizhnik
I thank this life for everything!
Wise poems about life with meaning from great classical poets
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy...
Life is a deception with enchanting melancholy, That is why it is so strong, Because with its rough hand it writes fatal letters.
I always, when I close my eyes, I say: “Just disturb your heart, Life is a deception, but sometimes it also Decorates lies with joys.
Turn your face to the gray sky, wondering about fate by the moon, Calm down, mortal, and do not demand the Truth that you do not need.”
It’s good in a bird cherry blizzard to think that this life is a path. Let easy friends deceive, Let easy friends cheat.
Let them caress me with a gentle word, Let an evil tongue be sharper than a razor, - I have been living for a long time ready for anything, I have become mercilessly accustomed to everything.
These heights make my soul cold, There is no warmth from the starry fire. Those whom I loved renounced, Who I lived as - they forgot about me.
But still, pressed and persecuted, I, looking with a smile at the dawn, On earth, close and beloved to me, I thank this life for everything. Sergey Yesenin
Cart of life
Although the burden in it is sometimes heavy, the cart is light on the move; The dashing coachman, gray time, Lucky, won’t get off the train.
In the morning we get into the cart; We are happy to break our heads And, despising laziness and bliss, We shout: go!..
But at noon there is no such courage; Shocked us: we are more scared And the slopes and ravines: We shout: take it easy, you fools!
The cart is still rolling; In the evening we got used to it and dozed off until we stopped for the night, while time drives the horses. A. Pushkin
I'm not afraid of life
I'm not afraid of life. With her invigorating noise She allows thoughts to burn and to glow. Anxiety, not thought, grows in the deserted darkness, And the flowers are cold in the crystal at night. But in my idleness, moments are scattered, When the touch is painful to the soul, And I tremble among you, trembling for my peace, Like a match in the wind, blocking with my hand... Even if it’s only a moment... Don’t touch me at that moment, I’m groping my way then... Mine Capture the scattered gaze in silence And don’t stop others from making noise around me. That's better. If only they wouldn’t notice me In the fog, perhaps, of creative sadness. Innokenty Annensky
Prayer
In a difficult moment of life, Is there sadness in my heart: I repeat one wonderful prayer by heart. There is a grace-filled power in the consonance of living words, and an incomprehensible, holy charm breathes in them.
It’s like a burden will roll off the soul, Doubt is far away - And you believe it, and you cry, And so easily, easily... Mikhail Lermontov
The mysteries of human life are great, and love is the most inaccessible of these mysteries. Ivan Turgenev
Rejoice and enjoy life!
Poems about love, the meaning of life and wisdom
Rejoice and enjoy life!
People, cherish every day, Cherish every minute. We only live once on earth, Rejoice, morning has come again!
God gave life and blessed us, so that we could walk the righteous path. It’s not in vain that He instilled a soul in us, so that he could ask later, beyond that threshold...
We must live, love, help each other, it cannot be otherwise. And for this - God's grace, And you will become richer spiritually.
The years will fly by unnoticed, Rejoice and enjoy life! Don’t be stingy with kind words, make everyone happy and smile more often! Misharina Olga
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Who came up with the idea that life is short? It will be enough for several lives, If only you have no feelings or thoughts left under the hammer.
Life is given in order to have time to take place, To sprout a new life in yourself And to fall in love, to fall in love to death - And to survive death with love... Terenty Travnik
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I'm very sorry, I forgot how to trust people, I burned them bit by bit, bit by bit, burning them inside myself. The moment will come, and you and I will no longer love as before, forgetting about each other.
And what’s sad is that you and I are not to blame, Nature invented us this way. We fell asleep, rich in feelings, We woke up no longer in love, strangers.
What is by nature to come into existence is by nature to cease. I'm starting to gradually lose the habit, so that later I can say goodbye in cold blood.
Broken heart in my chest
A broken heart barely beats in the chest, It’s as if the soul left the body in an instant. A gust of hellish torment swirls in its depths. And a painful cry breaks out. I am unwillingly killing myself. Crippling the remnants of love into consciousness. And how to live with this? I don't even understand. When the nightingales do not sing in your soul. When the meaning of life loses its meaning. And a feeling of despair hits you inside. The passion of the past is suddenly lost. I will simply erase it from my memory. Anatoly Barkaev
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In the dark sky there is a starry choir, The sound is wonderful, but there is little light. My life is like a traffic light - All three colors, all three colors.
Kissed, in love, I fly as in a dream. The traffic light turns green and winks at me.
Ah, I fell in love in vain, I’ll give up everything and drown myself. The traffic light turns red: Today - minus, tomorrow - plus.
Here he is, betrothed, from Ryazan, My desired one, the light of the soul! Yellow color before your eyes - Like, think, don’t rush.
I am earthly, not a saint, I am tired of living among dreams. Where are you, colorful rainbow, Where are not three, but seven colors? Tatyana Kushnareva
Whatever it is, never take life too seriously - you still won’t get out of it alive. Kin Hubbard
