Hello! I wanna share my poems with u. !ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE!
"Pikuco"
In a quiet corner of the web's vast sea,
Where Pikuko shines with pages, a hundred to see,
Each post, a soul's bright spark, gathered with care,
Each test, a challenge to curiosity, beyond compare.
Here themes clash in a rhythm of contests so keen,
Where lines contend for the best spot, a vibrant scene,
And prizes await victors in battles of verse and playful jest,
Each match a creative montage, a delightful, charming test.
A special virtual vibe here does surround,
Where dreams and laughter meet, on common ground,
And I found friends – warm, sincere, like kin so true,
Who'll lend a hand and warm my soul, seeing me through.
To the admin, a bow, and kindness's bright gleam,
For sleepless nights' work, for code and ideas' dream,
For in each update, love and beauty reside,
For Pikuko guards us, a light in the dark, our guide.
Oh, posts so bright, that set our hearts aflame,
Oh, tests so bold, that old times reclaim,
Oh, tournaments, where talent shines so clear,
In every click, persistence and passion appear.
May this corner of inspiration continue to grow,
May everyone find joy, support, and light, you know,
Here we are united in creation, laughter, and our quest,
And may friendship forever be a promise, put to the test.
A heartfelt thanks to all who stand by,
For your soulful response, your warmth, reaching high,
Pikuco – our home, our virtual garden so grand –
And I thank you all, from the depths of my heart and hand!
"Anya"
Anya, my dear, my own,
You're like the sun in skies so high,
With beauty, you have brightly shone,
And light up worlds within my eye.
You're kind, like a bright ray of light,
Your laughter brings my soul delight,
Like a song, like summer's might,
Like a tale in silence, pure and bright.
Ilya, though not a poet's art,
You are his dream, his guiding star,
For him, you are the whole world's heart,
His love, forever, near and far.
Anya, you are so tender, sweet,
Like dawn's first blush, a gentle hue,
You're funny, magical, complete,
An answer for millennia, true.
You're friend, you're strength, you're my support,
Like an angel walking on the ground,
With you, no pain, no harsh retort,
You're happiness in every day found.
Though poems may not be penned for you,
You're worthy of them, always so,
May Ilya one day hear it too,
How beautiful you are, like stars aglow.
Anya, know, you're from above,
A miracle, a cherished dream,
You're beautiful, my dearest love,
You are love, you are kindness' gleam!
"Dear Raisa"
Raisa, our future screen star,
Happy B-day! May life be without a flaw,
Success and cash, fewer "buts" and "ifs,"
Add wisdom, though you're past your childhood shifts.
Fourteen you are, be bright, a vibrant spark!
(My first poem. It was written in 2022)
"Winter beach and we"
A beautiful season has now begun,
But only a spoonful of snow has run.
A magical picture Christmas has brought,
With gifts for us all, so eagerly sought.
I personally dream of a place with you,
Where our thoughts were pure,
And our hearts were true.
The seas, the forests, the skies, all obeyed,
It seems there, my love, our affection displayed.
Monkeys were climbing on palm trees so high,
Circling between our embraces, nearby.
The sun was shining, the wind kissed your hair,
You showed me this world, beyond all compare!
Thanks for the winter, thanks for the bliss!
"Summer"
Summer in the heart, in colors bright,
The sun shines, like a fairy tale's light.
A warm breeze whispers, soft and low,
All around, life's boundless flow.
Golden beaches beckon near,
Waves in dance, a gentle cheer.
The sky, blue as the ocean deep,
Holds dreams where vast horizons sleep.
Laughter rings in fields of green,
Scent of herbs and love unseen.
The forest calls to shaded cool,
Where lazy drops like jewels rule.
Summer's time for inspiration,
Joy and light, pure elation.
Each moment, a priceless gift,
Summer's feast, a constant lift!
"Sunny Dima"
Hey, sunny Dima,
You're like the air, I really need ya.
Happy Birthday! May you shine bright in every way.
I wish you stacks of cash, my friend,
And villages, without an end.
Good health and joy, a happy ride,
May troubles rarely come inside.
So, cheers to you, it's party time,
Too bad no tenth grade, what a crime!
"Ulyana"
Ulyana, my friend, a true music fan,
Happy birthday to you, from the heart, if you can!
Catch your good fortune, like a perfume's sweet trace,
May happiness and cash arrive, at a rapid pace!
Though gummies you favor, it's true,
A dumpling you'll buy, for me and for you!
Keep solving your puzzles, with all of your might,
Be bright as a star, and stubborn, like a ram, shining so bright!
We absolutely adore you,
And will never forget you!
"We've met again"
We've met again, my dear,
But does it mean I'm truly here?
And now you stand before my sight:
Impolite, yet so right!
Words would be needless now,
A mix of feelings, I avow.
You do not love me, it is true,
Hate me, yet draw me to you...
But still, my love I bring,
And blush before you, trembling.
Remember laughter, light and free?
You pulled me from the dark for me.
I write again... it's time to cease,
And let this foolish notion peace.
"First date with you"
This first meeting, I foresee,
Will but bring more grief to me.
Like a tempest, it will wake,
And my inner calm will break.
Your laughter, like the spring's soft call,
But a barrier holds you thrall.
Each gaze, a dagger, sharp and keen,
Yet I'm drawn to what's unseen.
You ignite, a vibrant blaze,
But my spirit's lost in haze. I endeavor to discern,
But to lose you, I would yearn.
This first rendezvous, a fray,
I'm the captive, you hold sway.
Though misfortunes may appear,
I'll be with you, holding dear.
"To a friend"
You're the coolest, that's a fact,
With you, there's always fun, laughter, contact.
You're a friend who makes me dream,
And brightens every day, it would seem.
Your laughter's like the sun, it warms my soul,
With you, no troubles take their toll.
You're strong, smart, always at your best,
And in our friendship, happiness is blessed.
You'll lift me up if I should fall,
Together, we can conquer all.
You're an example, true to yourself you stay,
With you, no years can fade away.
Thank you for being you, my shining light,
With you, each moment feels so right.
You're a friend worth more than any prize,
With you, I'm happy, this joy I realize!
"Do you remember when we walked under the moon?"
Beneath the moon, do you recall our walk?
Was destiny involved in our talk?
We laughed and chatted, without end,
Or was it just a game, my friend?
Your emerald eyes, I still can see,
But mine you've lost, it seems to me.
Your golden hair, a curly grace,
And your sweet voice, in time and space.
Beneath the moon, do you recall our walk?
Was destiny involved in our talk?
Our hands held tight, we walked along,
You saw me home, where I belong.
I thought it love, a feeling true,
But it was just my blood that flew,
Within my veins, like ash it turned.
"Goodbye, we won't see each other again" (my favorite poem)
Farewell, we'll meet no more, it's true,
Though hope of meeting still reminds of you.
Again I'll join the crowd, a lonely soul,
To miss your sight, beyond my own control.
No love, no warmth, for me to ever gain;
You were my eyes' delight, now only pain.
You seemed an angel, guardian of my way!
But dreams you shatter, turning night to day.
I love your laugh, your gaze so dear to me,
My love, I'm proud of what you used to be!
So handsome, caring, smart, a perfect blend...
Let's part in peace, without a bitter end?
Brave, unique, and kind, you held me fast,
Your perfect charm, a spell that's meant to last.
Farewell, we'll meet no more, it's true,
Though hope of meeting still reminds of you...
"Bright yellow sunset"
A bright yellow sunset o'er the expanse,
Like a flame that ignited the sky.
It dances, a spark in the fire's trance,
And calls us away, where dreams lie.
The heavens whisper the stars' soft tune,
Where dreams in harmony come alive.
There, where wind, like a silken cocoon,
Through silent souls does swiftly thrive.
Bright yellow, a crown of the sun,
Embraces the fields and the plains.
It's an artist, whose work is now done,
Hiding the day's end behind the scenes.
In tune with the breath of the grass,
This evening, a farewell song it seems.
A secret that falls, destined to last,
Forever original, in our dreams.
The sky, a mirror of worlds untold,
Where dreams, like comets, brightly gleam.
And in the radiance of hues so bold,
The bright yellow sunset fades, a dying dream.
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That's all! Thank u for reading! 💕
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Who are you today5
Space and ocean — two chasms where light ventures only fleeting, quivering beams that recede into swelling shadows. We are but intruders in these realms, helpless travellers adrift between knowing and dreaming. The ocean pulsates with a murmur of things lost, forgotten or never known, a heartbeat as old as the earth. Above is space, a cathedral of silence, where dead stars whisper like half-remembered dreams. They are each other's reflections, these endless, indifferent emptinesses, each a doorway into unspeakable terrors and miracles
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For he did not know, that beyond the lake he called home,
Lies a deeper, darker ocean green.
To its ports I've been,
To its ports I've been.
In the shadows cast by the endless tides,
Secrets whisper where lost dreams lie.
A realm untouched by the light of the sun,
Where battles are fought but none are won.
Through uncharted waters I've sailed far,
Beyond the reach of light, beyond the faintest star.
And though I return, I am not the same,
The ocean whispers an unnamed name
Their depths hide what time has lost,
Where echoes linger, untamed, embossed.
A labyrinth carved by the currents' hand,
A cemetery of truths no mind can withstand.
The waves, they are singing of a fate unknown,
Of kingdoms at sinking, thrones at fall.
Yet in their song, a question resides —
What waits in the darkness? Where eternity hides?
It calls to the soul, to the heart unseen,
Beyond the lake, in the ocean green.
Where silence roars and shadows gleam,
To its ports I've been,
To its ports I've been.
If it doesn't match yours, that's fine. Carefully! There are spoilers
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"HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE"
The very beginning of the book (exposition and background) seemed to me too long. To be honest, when I read this book for the first time, I flipped through many pages to get to the main story. Later, when I reread the cycle, I forced myself to read the beginning. But it's boring to me.
As Harry grows up, he receives letters from Hogwarts, written, if memory serves, on behalf of Minerva McGonagall. From that moment on, the book sucked me in. A lot of magic, the adventures of Harry, Ron and Hermione at Hogwarts. And what is only the failed duel between Draco and Harry worth? Wow! I also really enjoyed Harry's first normal Christmas. It's very atmospheric.
The book describes the end more interestingly than the movie. There Ron and Hermione risked their lives helping Harry. Dumbledore also tells Harry at the end of the book about Lily and James (Harry's parents), about Voldemort and about the rest.
Favorite chapters: "Diagon Alley", "Midnight Duel" and "Manhole Jump"
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"HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS"
The second book about the boy who survived went much faster for me and without skipping pages at all. Harry is already turning 12 years old, and Potter is being taken from the Dursley Weasley house in the Ford of Arthur Weasley, the head of the Weasley family (although it seems to me that Molly is more suitable for this role).
Ever since Harry Potter returned home for the summer, the Dursleys had become so evil and disgusting that Harry wanted nothing more than to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But just as he was packing, Harry received a warning from a strange mischievous creature who said that if Harry returned to Hogwarts, trouble would happen.
And it really is. For in Harry's second year at Hogwarts, new torments and horrors arise, including an outrageously arrogant new professor and a spirit that inhabits the women's bathroom. But then the real trouble begins - something attacks the students of Hogwarts, making them motionless like statues. Could it be Draco Malfoy, a more venomous opponent than ever? Is it possible that this is Hagrid, whose mysterious past reveals dark secrets? Or it's the one everyone at Hogwarts suspects the most... Harry Potter himself!
Favorite chapters: "Rattlesnake Willow", "Mudbloods and Voices" and "The Magic Diary"
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What is the book, what is the movie "Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban" - my favorite part
Harry Potter was lucky to live to the age of thirteen, because he has repeatedly escaped from the deadly attacks of the formidable Dark Lord. But his hopes for a quiet Quidditch semester are dashed when a homicidal maniac escapes from Azkaban, pursued by dementors who suck out souls and guard the prison. It is believed that Hogwarts is the safest place for Harry. But isn't it a coincidence that he feels like someone is watching him in the dark, and should he take Professor Trelawny's gloomy predictions seriously?
So, my favorite character appears in this book - Sirius Black. He's Harry's godfather. Also, the plot of the book is very interesting for me personally. And the book is read in one go (I actually read it in a day). I really liked that the reader can learn a lot about the past of James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Lily Evans (aka Potter) and Peter Pittagrew.
Favorite chapters: "The Night Knight Bus", "Marauder's Map" and "Sleepwalker, Tramp, Moose and Tail"
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"HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE"
Advantages: a wonderful story about a magical world that everyone should read.
Disadvantages: perhaps the presence of the same infuriating Zhou Chang and Rita Skeeter
"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" is one of the most beloved parts of the Harry books. If in the first three parts he is represented by an unintelligent boy with a tousled mop of hair, then in the fourth part he is already a young man, he becomes more mature and serious. I read the first Harry Potter book at the age of 10-12, so you can say that my growing up happened with him.
I liked that new characters appear in this part, that Hogwarts is not the only school of magic, that there are others.
The book is very exciting, you don't know what to expect on the next page, you worry and worry about the characters. I liked putting myself in their shoes, thinking and evaluating how I would act in their place in a given situation.
It is a pity that the wonderful time of growing up, first love, dating and timid kisses is overshadowed by the death and return of the Dark Lord. But even despite such gloom, the book is wonderful, I still sometimes reread it and never stop thanking J.K. Rowling for such wonderful characters and the magical world that she opened to us. I am sure that no generation of children will grow up on these books. And this is just wonderful, children will form the right concepts of good and evil, friendship and betrayal, love, courage, bravery, bravery. In general, everything that will be useful to them in the future. And I am sure that I will let my child read these books exactly when he is the age of Harry Potter, the boy who survived.
Favorite chapters: "Charmbaton and Durmstrang", "The Second task" and "Prior Incantatem"
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So, what can I say about the Order of the Phoenix? In this book, Harry is emotionally strung up, constantly on the edge, overwhelmed with anguish, very touchy, and a little hysterical. This has not been observed before, especially in such numbers. This is something that becomes noticeable from the first pages and does not leave until the last! Is it really a transitional age? It's very possible, because our heroes are 15 years old.
According to an established tradition, every school year at Hogwarts there is a new teacher for protection from the dark arts. Well, it's an unlucky subject, something happens to the teacher every time! Maybe he'll stay late this time, at least? But when the students see who will teach them this year, this desire disappears. Professor Umbridge, or Cambridge in the translation of Spivak! Such an ironic version of the name was not surprising, because this lady of toad-like appearance was always chuckling before saying something in a mannered girlish voice. She seemed to be politely attracting attention to herself, but all her "decent manners" were just a mask to cover up a terrible inner essence.
"The Order of the Phoenix" is best remembered for this character, because he is the key here. The Ministry of Magic decided that the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore, was up to something bad, so they sent Umbridge to monitor him and everything that was happening at the school. She issues strict decrees, decrees and laws, conducts inspections, scares not only students, but also teachers, gradually tightens the screws, and it is absolutely not clear how all this horror can end, and is there a government for it? Moreover, newspapers are also joining the total pressure, dropping false and manipulative articles. This is the preamble to the story, by no means a spoiler. Perhaps this main plot line is of the greatest interest and is most vividly remembered. In addition, it is she who makes the book even less childish, raising difficult topics.
In addition, the adventures of the forester Hagrid cause a lot of emotions. But in previous books, he was constantly getting into some kind of trouble, and it was interesting to watch him :) In more detail, this part covers the story of Snape or Snape, and this is my favorite negative character. It may sound strange, but I always worry about him, it seems to me that he is not as bad as they want to show us through Harry's eyes.
In this part, we can see the continuation of the romantic line between Harry and Zhou. The boy shows his inexperience in matters of the heart and in the interpretation of female behavior, and his friend Hermione helps him with valuable tips. Harry needs to learn subtlety and delicacy. It is also interesting to observe the relationship between Ron and Hermione. In the Order of the Phoenix, a new heroine appears - the mysterious Moon (Luna) Lovegood, the girl is "not of this world."
Hermione's struggle for the rights and freedoms of elves and other oppressed groups continues, but less attention is paid to this in the Order of the Phoenix than in the previous part, The Goblet of Fire. I didn't really like how the evil machinations of the house elf were justified in the end. After all, he was guilty enough.
Favorite chapters: "12 Grimmauld Place", "Percy and the Tramp" and "Snape's Worst Memory"
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"HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE" One day I will stop experiencing events in books and movies so emotionally. Especially in those that I have already read and watched, in which I know the plot and the ending. But apparently it won't be this year and not with this series of books.
So, I have already read the sixth book in the Harry Potter series. The final is close. But this book, as well as after the first reading, made me cry and very violently experience everything that happened to the characters. But let's do without spoilers. If you are equally empathetic, then you will understand what I mean when you read it. Moreover, it did not matter that I know the Harry Potter films almost by heart.
The syllable is beautiful as always. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the other characters are in their repertoire. Although it feels like they have grown up significantly. More and more, various love experiences flash through the book. But there was also a place for the main villain.
The plot is sooo interesting. I took a book on a trip to finish reading, and I was just splurging that I didn't think of grabbing the next one, because after finishing reading I want to start the next one right away. Now we'll have to be patient. But maybe it's for the best, emotions will settle down. And reading through blurred tears is not very convenient)
Favorite chapters: "Spider's End", "Malfoy's Zigzag" and "Lord Voldemort's Petition"
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Well, the great saga has come to an end again ("HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS"). The last two books, without any hack work, somehow even involuntarily reread. Yes, here the author's fantasy reveals its power to the world in all its breadth. Vast, of course, expanses, although, of course, I would not compare it with Professor Tolkien's universe. Let someone think that "The Hobbit" is also written for children. But I disagree. There are no obvious signs of children's literature.
But despite Rowling's typical plot move in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (the path of suffering, a certain (essentially religious) feat, war), I still really like this part, even if the cross-cutting theme of Dumbledore's personality is less interesting to me here than the similar one in the sixth part concerning Tom Riddle. It can be understood that the feat of Harry Potter is not at all new and original, but this does not make the final part any less powerful. I think this is also because over the course of seven books, Rowling's world has become something of a game of the second "Gothic", when you have studied the topic so well that you could well live there yourself.
And the sign of a beautiful work is the fact that, as we move towards the finale, some inexplicable sadness rolls over. I really don't want to say goodbye to the characters, but also there is no desire to immerse myself in all sorts of sequels, which will invariably be in one form or another. Following the results of the reading, I want to indicate that whatever the result and attitude towards Harry Potter (by the way, I don't like him too much), we have not only an undoubted masterpiece of children's and semi-children's literature, but also, most importantly, all this was created literally before our eyes.
I recommend the seventh book, as well as the previous six, to everyone, especially those who have not read it for reasons of principle. Excellent therapy in terms of escaping from reality.
Favorite chapters: "The Wedding", "The Life and Deceptions of Albus Dumbledore" and "Severus Snape is removed from office"
That's all. Have a wonderful time of day for you, the person who has read this post to the end!
Have you already read books about Harry Potter&1
After death, everything was strangely similar to what it was during life. The room he was in was his own office, where everything was as he was used to. A large oak table with many drawers, a single hard-backed armchair, carved wooden panels on the walls, a sideboard and bookshelves. His native bronze inkwell with familiar scratches on the lid, his favorite pipes and an always filled tobacco box. A bottle of sweet "grape juice" invariably appears in the cupboard, and the books on the shelves are regularly updated in a way unknown to him. Thick folders of papers clutter the countertop, forcing both phones to be pushed to the edge. However, phones have been silent for more than sixty years anyway.
He doesn't have many classes. He smokes, paces the office, drinks a symbolic half cup of semi-sweet every day, flips through yellowed folders tied with twine, writes poetry and reads a lot. Sometimes he picks up the phone and listens painfully to the silence on the missing line, even though he knows it's useless. There is no view beyond the single small window, which is covered with green velvet curtains. Only lazily crawling wisps of white fog in the utter emptiness.
The only variety was the muffled, barely distinguishable sounds coming from somewhere outside and everywhere at the same time. The measured blows of a hammer on an anvil, the knock of an axe on a tree trunk, the dull echoes of shots — single, volley, machine-gun bursts… Desperate human screams and the distant rumble of a cheering crowd... and sometimes, on the same days of every year, music… And also the ticking of a large wall clock, the hands of which froze forever at ten minutes to ten. This is what prevents him from being completely silent. A small thin thread, stretched... no, not to life, but only to his own past.
He clearly feels and understands the passage of time, no matter how meaningless it may sound. They do not allow him to dissolve into eternity, they do not allow him to completely go into memories, they make him feel like every minute is passing by him in the world of the living. This is the most painful thing for him, but he knows that everything is as it should be.
Therefore, when suddenly, quite unexpectedly, one of the phones comes to life and begins to rattle violently, he cannot believe it for a long time and stands frozen, looking at the device in amazement. Finally, very slowly, as if with difficulty, he reaches out with a trembling hand and picks up the phone, terrified that he will hear only silence in it again. But no — the noise and clicks of the connection, someone's restless breathing. And then the incredible, impossible, long-awaited words:
— Get ready. You are being called back.
And only then — a beep and silence…
He hung up the phone, but he couldn't take his hand away and just stood there, slightly hunched over, not realizing that he was trembling all over. The wall clock struck ten. He woke up, came to himself, took his cap from a hook in the wall and put it on, mechanically adjusted the star of the hero of social work on his tunic. Doubts raced treacherously in my head: "Will they find out? After all these years? Is it really necessary again?" And my heart was beating excitedly, joyfully in my chest. He walked over to the door and put his hand firmly on the highly polished brass handle. He was sure the door would open this time.
