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Continued respect for Ukraine
My poem In fields once golden with wheat and rye,now thunder clouds darken the eastern sky.Yet sunflowers1 still reach towards the high,as brave hearts refuse to bend or shy.From Carpathians2 to Crimea’s3 seaside nigh,a nation united, with liberty’s cry. O Ukraino, our neighbor so dear,your struggle we witness with hope and fear.Your resilience shines, a beacon clear,as you fight for freedom, year by year.We Poles stand with you, our support sincere,your cause is just, your courage we revere. Pierogi and borscht4, cultures intertwined,our shared history, forever enshrined.Though borders may shift, hearts stay aligned,your fight for sovereignty, deeply ensigned.We send our prayers, with hope combined,that peace may flourish, leave war behind.…
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Poems for Father’s Day
I could have waited to share these poems until next week, as that’s when we celebrate Father’s Day here in Poland. However, I was born in Ukraine and my heart will always be there. Both of my dads came from Ukraine as well, so it felt fitting to share these today, on Father’s Day in Ukraine and many other countries. These poems are written for my dads, which still feels strange to say, as I am fortunate to have two fathers in my life – one biological and one adoptive. I am deeply grateful for the care they’ve both shown me, and proud to be their son. I know my…
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The land of the moonlit wolves
In a land where the moon shines so bright,wolves roam free, a magical sight,with howls that echo through forests so deep,where secrets of old, the wild creatures keep.The trees whisper tales of a mystical time,where legends are born, and the stars align.The wolves sing songs that come from their heart,their voices entwined, a symphony of art. Through moonlit meadows, the wolves they will run,beneath a sky adorned with stars and the sun.Their paws touch the earth with a gentle grace,as they dance through the night at a mystical pace.The wind carries their voices, a harmonious sound,as they sing of the wonders that they have found.The forest listens, enchanted and still,to…
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The Devil’s dance of retribution
In shadows draped, a soul in despair,a marionette of torment and snare.Each day a stage for their venomous act,a symphony of malice, a heart under attack.The victim’s eyes, wells of silent cries,echoes of pain in their muted guise.In every whisper, a dagger’s sting,the poison of words, their torment they fling. The tormentors dance, their laughter obscene,oblivious to the justice unseen.But fate weaves its threads, a cosmic design,their wicked deeds, their downfall entwined.For in the depths of shadows they sow,a harvest of sorrow shall surely grow. The Devil watches with eyes ablaze,awaiting the hour, the reckoning days.He sees the tears, the anguish untold,the innocence crushed, the spirit controlled.A pact he forms…
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Symphony of glee: an ode to childhood joy
A symphony of giggles, a symphony of glee,unleash the inner child, wild and free! With eyes that sparkle, hearts that sing,a symphony of joy, their laughter takes wing.Unburdened by worries, untouched by strife,they dance through life, embracing the light.In puddles they splash, with mud they create,a canvas of joy, where dreams never abate. A cartwheel of wonder, a somersault of glee,barefoot on the grass, spirits soaring free.With paint-smeared hands, they color the sky,in realms of imagination, where dreams never die.A world of make-believe, where fairies reside,with capes flowing proudly, where heroes confide. A kaleidoscope of laughter, a symphony of sound,innocence unbound, where joy is found.In fields of wildflowers, their spirits…
