Russian Poems | Examples

Flying Is For The Birds

If all goes well
airlines will sell
seats by the pound
the less you weigh
the less you pay
to fly the world around
and yet
if a commercial Russian airliner jet
unfortunately
crashed into the sea
would there be
Aeroflotsam on the ocean
fragmented and floating free?

It's a riddle
inside a mystery
wrapped in an enema
from 1939 Soviet Union history.

Russian Roulette

Every human thinks they are immortal,
It is the wretched curse of all mortals,
It’s a constant game of Russian roulette.
Now if I was a smart betting woman,
I would wager all on meeting death,
But I am not a smart betting woman.
I am a child in love with playing god,
I live in the life unending facade.
I fear no evil not even death herself,
Hubris calls my name and spits on my grave,
vanity a siren distorts myself 
the touch of danger is what I crave
I am the cursed mortal the gods fear,
I see the warnings yet do not adhere.

A VILLAGE ROAD SHOW

Picture a dusty village road
Where two stubborn goats 
One older full of pride
Another younger and very agile

Face each other on a narrow bridge
Neither want to back down
They lock horns in front of the whole village
Each claiming the right of way 

On the edges, villager elders watched on
Placing bets on who fights better
Turning merchants for their goods
Whilst the drums of propaganda beats on.

But the bridge
thin and weary from the weight
begins to crack beneath their show down
and when it breaks won’t the whole village bleed from the fall?

Russian inversion lol

The west may be attacked in four years a German military
Officer advises.' This after forty years of enc-roaching
N a t o by extra-sizing..And three years into the war by proxy..? My they're patient.!!! What could be hiding? Its 
Much like convid maybe? Bio un logical war.' Direct by 
W h o.? Now by this officer just be warned.)

Putin, the Paranoid Dictator

Surrounded by his weapons
they’re all that he has left
Of happiness and love 
his rotting soul is long bereft 

Obsessed with dreams of grandeur
a kingdom in his reach 
He hides inside a fortress
fearing always of a breach 

Will his food be poisoned?
Will it be his drink?
The paranoid dictator lives
each moment on the brink

Bought Me a Russian Horse

    I traveled to Russia, bought me a horse
    When we got home, I had buyer’s remorse
       What would I feed it
       What does a horse eat
    Horse ordered vodka with beet borscht, of course

Novgorod Codex

Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who followed Father Alexandra
Revered soldier of Christ, from the house of Laodicea 
Obedient, splitting the world into darkness and light 
Dedicated to the Christian faith’s light and plight 

“Coveting nothing, leaving villages and kin 
O Father Alexandra, please forgive every sin 
Defender, save our spirits from the flesh of skin 
Evil, death and sin were born before the world we see"
X was their guiding moon, in that Kievan sea

Russian wine

Russian wine

It must have been a winter when the old tanker
sailed through the Dardanelles into the Black Sea
that was full of ice flakes 
the tanker was loading black gold at a town I have forgotten the name of, but I recall how spare the street
lighting was on a wide boulevard 
We found a restaurant in a stern-looking building
possibly built with  Stalin as architect, we had caviar 
and drank excellent white whine
the nomenclature sat there in their suit that 
appeared to have too much fabric, friendly
 sorts who smoked all the time
The dull Soviet Union still existed in its dullness
and general sadness that is over now, people 
who makes good wine can't be kept down

Russian Missile

Russian Missile

Broken windows like lost teeth in a face.
Shredded curtains hang loosely.
The Russian missile worked.

Russian Refugees

The Russian refugees

When the war ended in 1945 and the German army
surrendered when the local Nazis were arrested
the whores had had their hair shorn; peace arrived
with stark poverty and need.
My mother got a newspaper round, and the pay was 
negligible, but she got bags of old newspaper, pressed 
looking like bricks and warming when autumn came
with cold evenings
On our rounds (I was my mother’s little helper) met
a Russian mother and daughter dressed in old clothes
on the way to a café that gave them leftovers, probably
the only meal for the day.
They were the flotsam of war and had ended up in
the backdoor of Europa, they spoke no local language 
but individual people were kind to them and often
brought wood to warm their cold rooms.
When we met them, Mother waved and said hello
with a winning smile, they said hello also I think
this little gesture warmed their starved, lonely hearts
destitute as they were and far from home.
Home! Yes, in the end, it’s the place we all want to go.

Russian Proverb

We go to heaven, for the good weather,
We’re going to hell for the company.

Race 2

Race 2
Same old  going down
Graves of men now silent
Nowt much happening here
Just dead bodies buried
After being riddled blasted
Russians killed by Ukrainians
Prisoners mostly of Wagner
Sentences cut lives now cut
Politicians bathe in blood
They had quite a run
Still race in Part 2
Race 1 was a loss
No victory only death
Plus injuries and ruin
Battlefield injuries extreme
It's fine there's time
So much time here
Satan has all the time
In the world
Wait and see



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Russian Queen

Oh my darling 
My Sweet 
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart 
Hope sewn through our seams 
In our troubled history
Lost are we 
Wondering 
Whispering 
Fallen Leafs 
Tussling and rustling upon our street 
Read and burnt beneath our feat 
Angels caught in tears 
Hope for happier years 
Now silence weeps
Our Russian Queen 
We never made it home
Back to thee 
Oh my darling 
My sweet 
Russian Queen 
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart 
Hope sewn through our seams 
Babooshka 
Tiara karma sutra 
The truth within your grace 
Our life we sacrificed 
Oh my darling 
My sweet 
Russian Queen 
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart 
Hope sewn through our seams  
Babooshka 
Tiara karma sutra 
The truth within your grace 
Our life we sacrificed
In our troubled history
Lost are we 
Wondering 
Whispering 
Fallen Leafs 
Gather Us All 
Under Thee 
Oh my darling 
My sweet 
Russian Queen

Box Off

Box Off
The black box that tells of approaching enemy missiles is turned off
The black box that jams enemy missiles it turned off
The black box that dispenses radar jamming chaff is turned off
The black box that launches infra-red flares is turned off
The black box that gives out false position locations is turned off
The black box that plots enemy defence locations is turned off
The black box that steers a course round enemy radars is turned off
The black box that sees enemy anti-aircraft guns is turned off
The black box that should save our jet and our lives is turned off
We are now dead and our warplane is now destroyed
The black box should’ve been turned on

White Sea

Fallen like
Symphony
Invite play

Unannounced
Frantic rain
Scattered sun

Misty stars
Falling stars
Disquiet.

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