Poem about billiards Colorful and monochrome. Solid and striped. Black and white. Triangle, chalk and two cues. The perfect combination to start with. To start the game. Life can be like that. A bit colorful. A little monochrome. A bit white. A little black. It's white in the beginning. Black is in the end. If you don't know how to hold a cue, and how to hit well, you can lose. And if you know, you can hit one at a time in a row, and to win. Sometimes you find yourself in a…
Poem about Sunday Most people think, Sunday is a day like any other, probably because they are working that day. They are not free and have no sense of freedom. All days are special, each in its own way. Monday is the hardest, because you have to force yourself to work after the weekend. Tuesday is preparation for Wednesday. Wednesday is already the middle of the working week, and the hardest part is over. Thursday is the fastest day, because Friday is tomorrow. The weekend…
Poem about a calendar Paper, ruler. A pattern drawn on paper. There are numbers in the pattern. It can be annual. It can be menstrual. It can be school. It can be military. It can be fruity. My son has a fruity one. When he eats a fruit, he crossed out that day, because otherwise he won't eat fruit. Perfect idea. Do we have to live according to the calendar? Do we need to know what day it is, what time it is, what month it is, and what year it is? I believe it was much more…
Poem about vacation Finally. Deserved vacation. Ten days of nothing. No watch, no phone, no emails, no anything. When you feel sleepy, you lie down. When you don't feel like sleeping, you get up. For a long time I imagined those ten days, more precisely, dreamed and planned. Boom! The reality is different. My baby's cry wakes me up. The clock again. It's time for snack. It's time for sleep. It's time for lunch. I didn't rest today. The fifth day, the same story. End of…
Poem about a voluntary blood donor He is a favorite guy. They always look forward to seeing him. Smiling, witty, always helping others. He has a rare blood group. He is aware of that. And he helps people. Every Thursday, at the same time, he makes his contribution. He donates blood. His blood. One Thursday he was not there. He was not there on the second Thursday either. It's not the worst, he had not die. But as if he had. He found out he had hepatitis. It was even harder…
Poem about coin Small and big. Big and small. Who would have thought it could be so big, and at the same time so small. Invisible. Untouchable. Untouchable in every way. Many storms befell him. Lots of earthquakes. Lots of mishaps. A lot of tension when the disasters start. But he survives. He doesn't give up easily, and stands proud. With head held high. And it's not his first time. He is more experienced now. He will get up. He will rise stronger and more powerful. How…
Poem about a stone Hard as a stone. Stubborn as a stone. Water can't do anything to him. Fire can't do anything to him. Winter can't do anything to him. The sun can't do anything to him. If you don't move it, it will stay there for eternity. When you build a house with stone, you are the safest. When you arrange the yard, stone slabs are the most beautiful. So many different shapes. So many different colors. No artist can sculpt, no artist can paint, as nature makes both…
Poem about cactus Standing alone in the desert. It waits and waits. It is waiting for a drop of water. Sometimes it waits for several months. It is so strong. It is so durable. It is so brave, when it waits so long. Some are afraid of it. They are afraid because it has thorns. Yes, it has! They are not there by chance. It defends itself from enemies. It defends itself from anyone who wants to attack him. Plant a cactus once a month. Water it once a month. They are not…
Poem about sand It's not food, and we can't do without it. Guess what it is? It is small, medium, large. You want to build a house, you need a lot of small, the finest. They call it zero. You want to make a road, you need a lot, lots of medium and large. That one is a little rougher. For anything you want to build, you need sand. Your legs hurt, your back hurts, you need a spa. You need a sand massage. With hot sand. The sea sand is the best. Every day for half an hour in…
Poem about the number 38 Ordinary number. Number 38. Ordinary, only at first glance. It hides a lot of days behind. 13870 days. I'm starting to worry. I wonder if that's really many days? Maybe I should pick up the pace? But if I speed up, then the days go even faster. Those whose number is 68 do not think so. They think differently. They say 38 is the best number. Well, maybe they're right. 24820 days is twice as many days. They need to pick up the pace, not me. I will take…
Poem about the moon They usually wait to see it. They wait and whisper. Some hold phones, to take photo. Some hold a ring, to imagine a wish. I know about that. They told me when I was a kid. When it is full, then we look through the ring, and imagine a wish. They say that this wish always comes true. It came true for me. It's always different. It always excites me more and more. A sky full of stars, and the moon in full circle. In full glory. Some people like it because of…
Poem about my time on read.cash First I introduced myself. Than I wrote my first article. I wrote about the trash can. I wrote about the bench. I wrote about my nose. I wrote about the apology. I wrote about continents. I wrote about chess. I wrote about my country. I wrote that we should not be faster than life. About adrenaline. About the intersection. My favorite article, an article about innocent lies. I never dreamed that I would ever find a way to express myself. And I…
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