There are two blind people in the world ... You - because you do not see how much I need; and I - because I do not see anyone but you. 210
Love... is different... but always with her... tag along... best friend... Pain... 110
When my tears come out, I sit back and watch their performance.. 58
You can love someone who hurts you, but never hurt someone who loves you... 152
I'll catch you, Cupid... I'll tear off your wings! 172
You are like a drug - and you will die with you, and without you breaking. 154
For happiness, you need quite a bit - his unexpected call ... 180 (1)
All our troubles begin with this phrase: 'No ... girls ... well, he is not like that. He's really good.' :) 117 (2)
It happens sometimes that life separates two people just to show both how important they are to each other. 113
Knock Knock!? - Who's there? - Love!!! - Go away, got ... 193
It hurts when you walk down the street and hear the song that was on your phone only for him ... And you understand that it will not sound there anymore. 129
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Look for someone who calls you beautiful, not sexy 124
As it often happens ... You want to say "I love you", but you say "you are a wonderful couple." 176 (8)
When people leave, let go. Fate eliminates the superfluous. This doesn't mean they are bad. This means that their role in your life has already been played. 151 (1)
When you were betrayed, and you, in spite of everything, want to communicate with this person and wish him only happiness, then you are either a saint or a fool 155
At the meeting, he gave her a rose and said that he would return when it withered ... Romantic ... But the rose is plastic .... 138
This girl is dad's pride, mom's love... and your tears... 88
You can always go back to the past, but why? 92
You had a chance to be the first, even the only... And now, please stand in line... 135
Do what you want ... But I know - your life will smell like my perfume. 94
Real men don't say, "Choose! Either me or him! They take you by the hand and lead you away... 140
You promised to love me, you promised that we would be together... But you didn't say how long... 184
Wish your ex at least good luck, because he has already lost happiness! 94
All I need is for at least one guy to prove to me that they are not all the same... 127
Do you meet with him?... Of course... We meet, smile, sometimes even say hello. 136
Time does not heal ... Dreams of rest, dreams of a new life, and before going to bed - about you are treated. Time doesn't heal anything... 92
Yesterday the first tear fell because of you, well, why should I! 115
Past novels are forgotten only by those who then everything turned out well 57
Explanation.
The theme of unrequited love sounds in the poem by M. Tsvetaeva “I like that you are not sick with me ...”, in the poem by V. Mayakovsky “Lilichka”, in the poem by A. Fet “The night shone. The garden was full of the moon ... ”and others. In them, as in Pushkin's "Desire", the power of love is shown: love can create, or it can destroy if this love is unrequited.
So, in Marina Tsvetaeva’s poem “I like that you are not sick with me ...” feelings for her lover are contradictory: the heroine is very pleased that she is not subject to love sickness (I like that you are not sick with me, | I like that I am not sick You), then sincerely regrets that she did not rush into the love pool with her head (For the fact that I am sick - alas! - not with you!). It is impossible not to notice the notes of tragedy with which Tsvetaeva writes about the impossibility of love.
The lyrical hero of Mayakovsky's poem "Lilichka" suffers from unrequited love, he asks, screams, begs not to leave him. Like Tsvetaeva's heroine, lyrical hero Mayakovsky experiences a double feeling: on the one hand, his love is likened to the sea, the sun, talent - natural forces. But what follows is a strange comparison:
Does not matter
my love -
heavy weight indeed...
In Pushkin, too, the hero languishes from the “sorrow of unhappy love,” but despite all the suffering caused by this love, he is not ready to live without love. That is why he exclaims with confidence:
Let me die, but let me die loving!
Thus, reflecting on love, poets argue that it is impossible to imagine life without this, even if sometimes contradictory, feeling.
This section contains unhappy love poems. Read, but remember, what happens to us is only the result of our own choice and we are able to change everything. I wish you happy and mutual love, love and be loved!
I don't dream of love anymore
I don't want to be in your arms anymore
And there is no spring in my soul for a long time,
It contains only angry curses.
My love is an extinguished fire
Feelings and dreams burned to ashes ...
I'm tired of pretending
And resist yourself
I'm tired of running away
I'm tired of waiting for you.
I'm tired of living the dream
Dream of happiness and you ...
What happened with me? Where are you from?
I'm watching, don't look away...
Metal glitters in your eyes
Cold, hard, black stone
Ride on the night waves
Disappears in misty haze.
And you are beautiful like a god
And as if God is unattainable ...
I will forget you in three days
This tenderness and this love
Ice-covered coals - eyes,
A string of unfulfilled dreams.
I'll leave and leave in the distance,
Thoughts are all about you and dreams ...
Be in love. Want. Dream. Suffer.
And dream quietly under the moon
And give your soul to the devil
For a night of love with you!
Forget about everything, about duty and honor,
Forget about the mind forever ...
I had a nightmare
How do you leave me
I heard a long groan
And I saw myself crying.
I whisper, I beg, I don't want
It's just a dream, it's just a dream...
In the early days of that November
You said you don't love me
You left, I was left alone
Lost that love forever.
That love will never come back
Light, kind, naively vulnerable ...
Why am I waiting for a letter
Why am I sad about you
Why do I say words
Which I won't forgive myself?
Why am I waiting for an answer?
Why do I speak in the dark?...
On that winter day, I walked home with a smile,
I knew I wouldn't see him again
I remember how he waved to me
Now I almost hate it all.
And now it's autumn, and more than half a year
Far away is my happy January...
I close my eyes,
And I see sunlight
And a tear breaks out
But there is no more sadness.
I see you like in a dream
Your smile in reality...
I so want to tell you
That I love you,
And fly like a bird in the sky
Welcoming spring!
You are far away my dreams
They call you again...
Poems about unrequited love
Love is a kind, bright feeling, but sometimes it happens that love causes us pain and suffering. Unrequited love - what is it? Why does unrequited love exist?
I know what it is, I myself once fell into the net of unrequited love, but this is not a mistake, this is my own choice. At that time I wrote poems about unrequited love The one that hurts and makes you suffer. Then I did not know much about life, and then I was looking for a way out.
I have no power over people, and I can’t force anyone to love me, but I can love and that’s fine. You need to love yourself and love life, be grateful for what you have now. It is very important to be kind to others. And it is also important to understand that the choice is always ours, and all events are only the result of our choice, and only we are able to change our lives.
Unrequited love is an addiction, it is a lost battle. Poems about unrequited love see through pain and loneliness, but there are those who heal, showing us the right path, the path to healing.
OOO
Told me that you don't love
Well, what was I to say?
I told you that everything is mutual
Lied, why hide the sin?
Live and think: "everything is fine"
I'll survive somehow
I will forget all our goodbyes,
And if you want, I'll lie again ...
I don't want to be a burden to you
After all, I still love you!
And you live, live, do not think!
I'll survive somehow...
OOO
I gave love and forgave insults
In the heart hid the pain in anticipation of a miracle
You came again, you burst like a bird
Forcing love and fear to say goodbye
I gave warmth, forgot about everything
I gave everything I have, you just didn't notice
I forgave you as happened more than once
Returned to you in the pool of gentle eyes
You left again, leaving in return
Castle of pink dreams from ruined walls
OOO
Yes, we broke up! Well, let it be nonsense!
Yes, I miss you.
Yes, I suffer! So what? No problem.
I don't know you anymore.
Yes, I will not see, I will not hug,
Yes, they parted ways.
You know, I'm the only one for you,
You just owe a lot!
Yes, we broke up, it's a disaster,
Yes, I want to go back!
Just hug and look into your eyes
Just smile for you!
OOO
All the same dream ... Between the hills along the gorge
I'm going, on the stones, wounding my legs in the blood,
It aches in the chest - in the caves near Koshchei
Your love for me is hidden.
I'm looking, I'm looking... Everything is complicated. Gotta somehow
Break the needle that's in the egg
The egg is in the chicken, and the black corydalis
Sits on an oak tree... Just shot down the sight
My Berdanka, and Cupid's,
Looks like the crossbow has fallen into disrepair ...
Wake up to me and kiss to the groan
Silk of delicate skin, scarlet lips of velveteen,
Forever turning love into a fire
You, the queen of ice, in your Assol.
But again the demon is drinking with me for a couple
And pours salt on the wounds with fairy tales ...
OOO
Love isn't always bright
Beautiful, light, mysterious, colorful,
Love is not just gifts
Love can be sad sometimes
That's when you love hard
But you can't talk about it
And this burden seems to be unbearable,
And I want to cry and scream!
OOO
I will remember that day of meeting
When I approached you
Candles lit up inside of me,
So the verdict was signed...
On the twentieth of December
When hope lived in the soul,
Greeted me coldly
And now everything is the same as before.
And now a whole year has passed
I can't forget you
And I'm still alone
And I'm still without you...
I could find myself another
And I could live without you
But I only want to be with you
I'm destined to love you...
OOO
There is no unrequited love
Look, the fire is burning
Only the heart does not know yet
For whom does he keep his happiness?
This flash, like a spark, is instantaneous,
There is no hope, no light, no warmth...
By force break out of perishable captivity,
Your other half is not her.
There is no bad weather in life,
Spring blossoms with a smile!
Much joy, light and happiness,
You are the master of fate! There is only one life!
OOO
I'm sad because I love you
And I know: your blooming youth
The insidious persecution will not spare the rumor.
For every bright day or sweet moment
You will pay fate with tears and longing.
I'm sad... because you're having fun.
OOO
Everyone says love is beautiful
After all, this feeling is given to us from heaven.
In the soul of a lover and warm and clear
As if warms a lot of miracles.
But if the feeling "cries" without an answer,
How to deal with it? How to be?
How can I bear it with indifference?
Having crossed, is it so easy to continue to live?
I can't do that... I definitely can't.
I will not forget your cold look.
Of course, I dare not ask for anything,
But now I can't help but love.
Poems about unrequited love to tears
OOOI walked with many, met, -
It was all like a game.
Sometimes he mocked them
Until I met you.
With you, everything was different, -
I did not expect myself.
But what a failure -
I didn’t like it - I was waiting in vain ...
And again it's all in a circle, -
All thoughts are only about you
But you treat like a friend
And from that it is more offensive to me!
Leave the bitterness of thoughts, -
Oh, how I would like that!
What good is an apology to me?
Why did I dare to fall in love?
And I remember so often
Your face, hair, eyes.
And so often I forget
I will never be with you.
Forgive me for falling in love
Infatuated now not with me,
But I got completely out of hand
And I just want to be with you...
OOO
My angel and executioner, punctuation marks are arranged:
Your indifference became a comma after "execute".
All dreams are decapitated, the heart is poisoned with poisons,
And the last thin thread of hope is melted.
My angel and executioner, you were obscenely desired,
Long-awaited beloved and happiness of the earthly beam.
I destroyed the pride, the ruins of the former greatness
Wrote "I love you". I don't regret anything now
Only darker shadows, only a stanza screaming in despair,
When the mind is arguing with a bloodless heart.
The unloved are not spared. I know: a sad fate awaits.
Unanswered love is my chopping block and an axe.
OOO
I don't need your feelings in return
I love you just like that.
And I understand that with another you
After all, I'm not stupid at all!
I ask you only for a favor:
Allow yourself to see
to see you for a moment,
Like happiness, so know!
And I won't spray
How much I love you.
I will live as I lived before, -
Don't worry about my life...
OOO
Night again in the yard
Thinking about you again
About you beloved
About you my dear.
After meeting you
Peace left me.
I think about you day and night
And no one can help.
You are my only salvation.
I love you for a long time.
Please save me -
Save yourself.
Help me be free
Help me be proud.
OOO
My love flies in the sky
The whole world is ready to warm from a height!
But we, my beloved, alas, are not together,
And dreams don't come true...
I only watch you from afar
Closer without risking approaching...
I resigned myself to such a fate a long time ago,
Probably, you and I are not on the way ...
OOO
Break up with your boyfriend
Nobody wants for nothing.
The dream cannot come true
When separation is so pure.
We cannot live without each other.
We so want to be ourselves.
And in vain we drive separation.
Let us bypass!
OOO
The most tender, the sweetest,
You are like the sun - pure and bright.
Well, pay attention to me
Give me love and some warmth.
All my thoughts are occupied with you alone,
I can't live without you anymore.
This love has broken my heart
With pain in my soul, I continue to love ...
OOO
Fate separated us
By different sides one bridge
Love seemed to deceive
Played, quit and did not cry.
Our time must have passed
And it's not easy for me and you now,
Beloved, gentle, goodbye,
Only sadness will remain in memory ...
OOO
You know about my love for you.
But you couldn't accept it.
And you don't notice me
It's like I'm made of glass.
I know that you won't be forced to be nice,
But I hope, I believe and I wait,
That you still love me.
And I'll go crazy with happiness!
OOO
I will hug you goodbye
I kiss your lips
You're leaving, alas, goodbye,
I will wait for you these days.
I will believe that this separation
End with your arrival.
No more torment
Come back soon!
Sad poems about unrequited love
OOOGod knows I loved you
But the hour of humility has come.
Tired of your lies
And all the phrases for show!
The wind of change blew in my face,
And you stopped defiling love,
And what did I get in return?
No, you're a little late...
No excuse, no forgiveness.
It's my last decision.
All my doubts are gone
In one short moment.
I know that love cannot be glued together.
And let it be difficult to forget everything.
I'll heal my heart wound
I don't want to see you now!
OOO
Oh, how I want reciprocity in my eyes,
Soft touch in the morning
Explode together on a love projectile
And kiss, giving warmth to the lips.
Beautiful romantic relationships
Playful phrases at dinner for two
And new boundless accomplishments,
that we create together.
But you, as before, everything passes by,
Not noticing how worried I am,
How the heart is ticking in the chest unbearably
And sadness-snake climbs into my soul.
I love you so much, but you don't see me
Probably, it is so ordered by fate.
My longing when you leave me
When will you send my thoughts to rest?
OOO
Believe me, I need a little...
I'm lying, yes. Alas, not so:
I dream that you are near
To dispel the gloom of darkness.
Believe me, unrequited love
Love is unbearable, dear,
Suffering in the predawn haze,
Losing joy and peace.
Believe me, my poems and songs
Always connected with you
How can I make them be together?
And again pain and emptiness ...
OOO
I fell into the net of providence
You are so stupid, unrequited love.
Nowhere now I can not find salvation,
And you are so cold, painfully courteous.
When you're around, everything is different:
The sun is brighter and the water is clearer.
And without you I have no happiness and peace,
I don't need air or food.
I would give anything for just a moment
In your arms, next to you.
Why is this torment given to me
My ill-fated, cruel fate?
I got lost in the maze of thoughts.
I have lost count of my tears.
I can't imagine the whole world without you
And I don't trust heaven anymore.
OOO
No I don't know why
Love goes out, the stars go out
And we will never understand
Why do we live and life passes,
Why does the sun give us light
In the world where goodness went out,
Where the ice of hearts cannot be melted,
And every day is spent in vain.
And not feel all the pain
When tears freeze in your eyes
Where evil is repaid for good,
And time as the sand leaves.
We don't understand why we're going
Where never expected
And why are we all blind
And the pain of others did not notice.
Why do we live in hope?
Where the heart is broken like glass
We'll never realize
That all is lost, forgotten.
OOO
I used to look with a smile at the guys in love,
But chance was pleased to bring me to her.
I just disappeared, forgot what peace is,
But she doesn't need me, so loving and faithful.
She's perfect, a dream and a pipe dream
But my heart is broken because I'm unrequited in love.
I wish her happiness, but I myself remain aloof,
But secretly I dream that she would still answer me.
Your hand is in my hand...
The lips are getting closer...
So they drink in the heat from the spring,
But they cannot quench their thirst.
So it rains on a rainy day,
Overflowing the rivers...
And my heart is hot in my chest
And it seems that love is forever ...
Substitute carmine lips
You close your eyes in exhaustion.
I, happy and a little stupid,
I hear marvelous sirens voices.
Half women and half birds
They captivated me with sweet singing.
I would like to forget with you
In the bright light of a spring day
Spill your tenderness to the end
Leaving nothing for others
And to believe the sly hope
What you are madly in love with.
I know it's a waste of time
Listen to the gentle song of the sirens...
Why does the soul get younger
Forgetting about the pain of change?
This hair, these eyes
witch cherry blossom
to cheer, lure, punish
They can, but happiness is in this.
Do not look at me. Have mercy.
How I want to hear your voice.
Let the words - torrential rains -
Cool the inflamed soul.
After all, in the love of promises the mountain
Throat foamy whirlpool,
And there always comes a time
Pay off a big bill.
OOO
It's hard for me to love you
But forgetting is incomprehensible.
I want to be next to you
And you pass by again.
It's hard for me to exist
Without seeing the eyes of your loved ones.
I do not want to lose you,
And you pass by again.
Hours and days intertwined into years,
And time rushes inexorably.
I'm screaming at you: "Stop!"
And you pass by again.
You don't hear this call
Almost invisible to the ear
But my love is in it
And you pass by again.
I look after you with longing.
Even though it's unbearable.
You don't take me with you
Whenever you pass by.
OOO
Your indifferent gaze burns my soul.
Your voice takes away the mind and peace.
You won't answer me, I know.
And the body you, and thoughts on the other.
These feelings scare me sometimes.
I can't find my place anywhere.
You won't answer me, I know.
You and I have very different paths.
Love can save someone
Giving strength to rejoice, to live.
You won't answer me I know
Just click the "delete" button again.
OOO
The fire went out, and the sounds subsided,
The spark won't run
But your gentle hands
I will never forget.
I'm leaving, even if it's difficult
And instead of a heart, bitter ice.
And it became impossible for me to live
Probably not many will understand...
And even the stars shine dimly
Well, in the soul there is only emptiness.
The soul is all in wounds, thickly, thickly.
She will not be cured for years.
Yes, because no one understands
How difficult it is to live on.
I can no longer love
That's how feelings fade...
Beautiful poems about unrequited love
OOOI new world ready for you to think!
I'm ready to accomplish a feat for you!
Ready to go crazy with love
When unrequited love...
I can't, understand how I didn't try
Don't think about you, don't forget...
And you left ... And I was left alone ...
And I continue to sincerely love ...
OOO
My sadness, green eyes,
A tear rolled into the green grass.
My sadness. Beard with gray hair.
Guy, my only, dear.
Sometimes I just want to hug you
Kiss and tell everything about yourself.
Darling, I'm so sad without you
Don't forget me in your prayers.
I became old and completely gray-haired,
I sprinkle your mound with holy water,
Grave flowers grow around the cross,
And my life is sad and empty.
OOO
Crazy love covered
It's hard for me to live with this feeling
After all, I forgot about reciprocity
She asked my dream.
The feeling left unanswered
Longing and bitterness are my lot,
All my efforts are in vain
I failed to captivate her.
Only one hope left to live
Catching a sly, defiant look.
I know the pain is inevitable
My love is like a burning poison.
OOO
My dream and god
Breathtaking violin!
Or maybe just witchcraft -
Radiant look, your smile?
Changes our playful disposition
The road that became destiny.
I drink an infusion of bitter herbs,
prepared for me by you.
OOO
I can't understand why all this?
There was love - only tears remained,
And our happiness is lost somewhere
Withered like gifted roses...
But how is it? After all, we loved you!
Loved like no one else could.
Have we broken happiness?
Well, why did life give us such a lesson?
Now I don't believe in your love!
And I will not torture myself.
I don't trust anyone anymore
How happy you can be, loving!
OOO
Tears of joy flow from the eyes
Tears of happiness that lie in the soul
Don't be afraid, it's easy
And they have no rest.
Oh, my dear, how heavy is the heart,
It's hard for me to love you
And you open, open your door for me,
To not be able to forget you.
Or forgive and let you go
But how can I love you?
And how I want to forget you
Forget completely, I pray to God.
I don't want to love you
And I don't want to be with you
But how do you understand, forgive,
That only yesterday she said: "I don't want to."
OOO
Love for you lifts into the clouds.
I surrender myself to a ghostly hope,
What do you look down on me -
I have no power over myself, as before.
Respond to my love, I pray!
You are so kind, generous, generous.
I love you for a long time and devotedly -
Do not pass by indifferently!
OOO
There is not enough love on earth
You love, but you won't forgive.
You love when you remember
You love and don't call.
I rarely remember you
As if you are no more.
I guess I don't know you
Who will give me the answer to this!
In poetry, both world and domestic great amount poems on the theme of love. It is unlikely that anyone will argue that love lyrics are the most powerful layer in fiction at all. And this is quite natural, since love is the strongest feeling, especially unrequited love. According to Freud, love lyrics are nothing but the sublimation of unrealized passion. This is probably true, because the best love poems were written by the authors by no means due to the fact that the object of their passion responded to them in return.
This is true both in relation to the work of Petrarch and Dante, and the lyrics of Yesenin and Blok. As you know, Alexander Blok wrote about his "Beautiful Lady", seeking the favor of Lyubov Mendeleeva, and after she nevertheless reciprocated, not only did not devote a single love poem to her, but generally cooled off to her. But what beautiful poems about unrequited love were written by him before! For example:
"... I called you, but you didn't look back,
I shed tears, but you did not descend.
You sadly wrapped yourself in a blue cloak,
On a damp night you left the house ... "
Or these, some of my favorites in Blok's work:
"... I was sitting at the window in a crowded room.
Somewhere they sang bows about love.
I sent you a black rose in a glass
Golden as the sky, ah.
You looked. I met embarrassed and defiantly
The look haughty and gave a bow.
Turning to the gentleman, deliberately abruptly
You said: "And this one is in love."
(A. A. Blok)
One of the best, in my opinion, poems by Sergei Yesenin, "Letter to a Woman", was also written after a break with Zinaida Reich:
"You remember, of course you all remember,
As I stood close to the wall
You excitedly walked around the room
And they threw something sharp in my face...
...
Darling, you didn't love me
You did not know that in the host of people
I was like a horse driven in soap,
Spurred by a brave rider..."
Or these poems by Yesenin from the Tavern Moscow cycle:
"You don't love me, you don't pity me.
Am I a little handsome?
Without looking into the eyes of passion, you are thrilled,
Put your hands on my shoulders..."
However, the lyrical hero of this poem (and given that Yesenin's poems are most often autobiographical, it is clear that he writes about himself in this poem too) emphasizes: "... I myself do not love you very much, drowning in the distant, dear. ..". "Far, dear" in these verses is, after all, also something that did not come true. This is confirmed by the last lines of the poem:
"And nothing will disturb the soul,
And nothing will shake her.
Who loved, he cannot love,
Who is burned, you will not set fire to."
(S. A. Yesenin)
"The sun of Russian poetry" - Pushkin, as is widely known, was a very successful lover. But how many can you remember of his poems dedicated to love victories, of which, according to the famous Pushkin's Don Juan List, there were a great many. But all lovers of poetry are well aware of the beautiful poems in which the author does not at all appear as a victorious hero-lover. For example, "Confession" dedicated to A. I. Osipova:
"... Alina! Have pity on me,
I dare not demand love:
Maybe for my sins
My angel, I'm not worthy of love!
But pretend! This look
Everything can express so wonderfully!
Oh, it's not hard to deceive me!..
I'm happy to wrap myself!"
Or famous poems that have become almost a symbol of nobility loving person:
"I loved you: love is still, perhaps,
In my soul it has not completely died out;
But don't let it bother you anymore;
I don't want to sadden you with anything.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
Either timidity or jealousy languish;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
How God forbid you be loved to be different.
(A. S. Pushkin)
Note that in "Eugene Onegin" the love confessions of the main characters, imbued with deep feelings, are also plotted apart. Tatyana Larina writes her letter to Onegin, not too hoping for reciprocity: "... Now I know, it is in your will to punish me with contempt ...". Onegin's mutual feeling for Tatyana woke up too late, when she was already married, although she did not stop loving the one who answered coldly and pragmatically to her sincere feeling. Tatyana does not love her husband, but the notions of noble honor do not allow her to reciprocate Onegin: "... But I am given to another and I will be faithful to him for a century ...". However, Onegin himself already understands everything, he just needs to see the object of his love: "... in order for my life to last, I must be sure in the morning that I will see you in the afternoon ...". This is enough for Onegin to continue to live! And the impossibility of mutual love is sublimated in Onegin in political activity(That was exactly what Pushkin intended to continue his novel in verse. The undoubted place of Onegin on Senate Square on December 14, 1825). What a pity that "Eugene Onegin" remained an unfinished work!
To finish the topic of Pushkin, I note that after marrying Natalya Goncharova, the poet's love lyrics somehow dried up. Undoubtedly, he loved his Natalie, but he did not dedicate love poems to her. I don’t presume to judge how much the poet’s feelings for his wife were mutual, but her flirting with Dantes is undeniable. A very cold, to say the least, attitude towards Goncharova is beautifully expressed in one of my favorite poems by Andrey Dementiev, "And I had a dream that Pushkin was saved ...", which describes the poet's road to the Black River:
"... And I had a dream that Pushkin was saved.
At Trinity Bridge he met Natalie,
Their carriages stood up, she was veiled, covered in silver dust...
Unfortunately, Natalie was so short sighted
That without recognizing her husband, she melted away.
And I had a dream that Pushkin was saved ... "
(A. Dementiev)
But what am I all about men's love poems. Women's love lyrics are also rich in verses about unrequited love. And it is precisely such poems that are the best in the work of poetesses. One of Anna Akhmatova's most piercing sensuality poems:
"Clenched her hands under a dark veil...
"Why are you pale today?"
- Because I am tart sadness
Got him drunk.
How can I forget? He walked out, staggering
Mouth twisted painfully...
I ran away without touching the railing
I followed him to the gate.
Breathless, I shouted: "Joke
All that has gone before. If you leave, I'll die."
Smiled calmly and creepily
And he said to me, "Don't stand in the wind."
(A. A. Akhmatova)
And Marina Tsvetaeva's poems about love are always imbued with the light bitterness of unrequitedness. Thanks to the deservedly popular film "The Irony of Fate" by E. Ryazanov, everyone knows her poems "I like that you are not sick of me ...", sung by A. Pugacheva. Therefore, I will cite here the lesser-known poems of Tsvetaeva, which are no less piercing with the bitterness of an unrequited feeling:
"Yesterday I looked into your eyes,
And now - everything is squinting to the side!
Yesterday, before the birds sat, -
All larks today are crows!
I'm stupid and you're smart
Alive and I'm dumbfounded
O cry of women of all times:
"My dear, what have I done to you?"
(M. I. Tsvetaeva)
The theme of unrequited, unrequited love is certainly one of the most important in poetry. And the fact that such love is one of the main incentives for creativity is beyond doubt.
I, not pretending to be compared with the great poets whose verses were quoted in this short essay, will nevertheless venture to cite my own verses that were written on the same occasion.
UNREQUITED LOVE
Believe me my friend, it's not difficult at all
Falling in love is stupid, hopeless,
And enjoy the sweet flour
Sometimes stealthily brushing away a tear.
Believe me, only the ignorant do not know
All the beauty of passion without hope
She is unknown to fools
And selfish scoundrels.
Love is so unanswered
In misery in the end
Give birth to true poets,
Philosophers and sages.
(S. Vorobyov, 2010)
The love lyrics are beautiful and often serve as inspiration for creative people. In the end, many begin to write poetry precisely because of unrequited love. In this case, I know what I'm talking about, in my early youth it was exactly like that. All my love poems refer to the period when I had not yet met my future wife. I am happy in marriage, but that is why I have not written a single love poem to my most beloved woman - my wife. Mutual love does not require extra words!!!
How many poems about friendship do you know? Now, when I thought about this question, only the verses of Vladimir Vysotsky came to mind: "If a friend suddenly turned out to be, and not a friend, and not an enemy, but so ..." and a wonderful children's song to the verses of Mikhail Tanich:
"... I'm on a bear, friends,
I'll go out without fear
If I'm with a friend
And the bear - without a friend ... "
In this regard, I bring to your attention two poems dedicated to friendship, written by me in 2008 and 2010.
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There are difficulties in fate
Everything falls out of hand.
Will come to your rescue
Your real friend.
He won't take a dime
For help and service
The shoulder will substitute and understand
You just trust a friend.
But he has the right to wait on you
Reciprocal participation,
It's time for you to understand
Being a friend is happiness!
It is not given to everyone
They need to be valued.
After all, only he is called a friend,
Who knows how to be friends!
That time is near
When you understand, maybe
That friendship is easy to lose
Getting back is hard!
January 28, 2008
DOOR OF FRIENDSHIP
My friend, believe it or not,
But in life there is such a door,
To which very carefully
Many steal. Maybe,
In the dark, in the twilight and in the day,
And in the night, shining with fire,
Hoping to find that door
Don't get lost along the way.
They have all the supplies with them.
Instruments, maps and compasses.
But they are unlikely to help them,
They can't open that door.
To the one who was bought by flattery
To the one who sold duty and honor,
You can't enter that door!
It is open to you - friends!
Do not guard the door of the dog,
And there will be no fight in front of her,
And so far yet so far
It doesn't have a lock on it.
You look with open eyes
After all, this door is next to you.
It's open, believe me
Enter the open door!
June 6, 2010
Sergei Vorobyov.
P.S.: I quoted all the verses from memory, so I apologize in advance for possible inaccuracies.
