Сеитова Елизавета - студентка 1 курса Сургутского государственного университета, направление "Лингвистика"
Очень увлеченный человек, любит и пишет стихи.
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..to Captain Swan (Captain Hook & Emma Swan)
He loved her laugh, her tenderness and grace.
She loved his eyes that put the sea to shame.
She ran from him and he preferred to chase.
He called her “Swan” as if forgot her name.
She was alone for quite a lot of time.
And he spent decades looking for revenge.
It’s funny how this word can be a rhyme
For something unexpected… their “change”.
He never thought that he would be the one,
Who would deserve the chance to love again.
She never knew that she would stop her run
And let him break her walls and share her pain.
He thought that he would never have the gall
To tell her words that he already knew.
Because she did… She touched his very soul.
And it was long before her “I love you”..
Pirate
He managed to be brave and strong.
He was this foolish for so long…
And all those hidden wounds he had
Were painful! But he never said.
He led that strange pathetic life,
Where no one cared that he’s alive.
And no one knew the real him.
His tender smile under the grim.
Two pieces of puzzle
He knew she was broken,
He knew she was shy.
Her thoughts were unspoken.
Her smile was a lie.
She knew he was funny.
She knew he was kind.
His eyes were so shiny.
His smile was a light.
At first a dalliance
And then all the feels.
A moment of silence
And stares… and chills.
So, it was amazing!
This evening or me?
Her voice slightly raising:
Well, next time we’ll see.
***
Before he said the words he won’t regret
He told me that I wasn’t all that bad.
Just “all too much”. I gave him all too much.
He wasn’t weak but somehow felt as such.
I didn’t know, in fact I was shell-shocked.
I told him that I don’t want to be mocked,
Pretended that this moment didn’t count,
But he was “blind”, he forced to hear him out.
He said he doesn’t want to be adored.
And “all that thing” just cannot be restored.
In fact we broke it many months ago,
But he was always keen on getting slow.
Old poems:
How world is changing through the time,
We try to follow him,
And poet’s looking for the rhyme,
No time is left for dream.
How smart “tomorrow” people are
“The Brains” are everywhere,
But usual things for them are far,
They said- We shouldn’t care!
How people cannot understand
The most important things:
That happiness and smiles depend
From usual little dreams.
***
“Good night, my lady”- said his voice.
To be with her- was a lovely choice.
His love was truthful! Full of faith!
He did so much for her embrace!
But she was cold like a winters mind,
She left his love and choice behind:
Behind herself, behind her words:
“It doesn’t matter how it hurts!”-
She said without a weap or tear,
How could his feelings disappear!?
But no resistance, not a word!
It was a silence that she heard!
He’s gone and left his love with him,
A lovely lady… but a dream!
***
I know the time of dragon lords
And knights that skip to you towards,
The time of kings, accessories,
The time of tournaments and mice…
The hate of magic, cheering hearts,
The kingdom wars and sharing parts,
The love for love, for benefit,
The love for greatest things indeed!
Round table, knights, the Camelot,
King Arthur, Merlin, magic sword!
It was the time I wish to see,
Alas the life that cannot be!
***
The sort of magic I believe,
The sort of love that you can give
Becomes the light through dark and pain,
But this’s a thing that can’t remain!
It can be safe from others eyes,
And one, who has this should be wise,
Because this power is so strong!
I dare say that it is song!
The song of life for many kind,
If you will leave the love behind,
No matter what and why you did,
I think you’ll never be succeed!
Adorable day
This is adorable day,
Throw all your worries away.
Walk with a sunrise and smile,
This is your chance for a while.
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