Russian Poems - Poems about Russian

Habit is Heaven's tame redress: it tugs down the skirts of Happiness. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Till, conquered by gusts of cold air, as Winter approaches, I find, on a branch that is otherwise bare, trembling, a leaf left behind. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Whom to love, to trust and treasure, who won’t betray us in the end? Whose...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Fallen like Symphony Invite play Unannounced Frantic rain Scattered sun Misty stars Falling stars Disquiet....

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This story tells the reality of the Ukrainian, Russian war. Not all Russian Soldiers want to be there but are forced by their Russian Commanders to fight. This is such a story, the ending will leave you speechless. Alexander like many Russian Soldiers hide a deep secret. A secret that the Russian people in...

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The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan They brought an end to a campaign of terror and a killing spree And made the world a better place and safe for everybody. So why in God's name is the civilised world, just standing by?...

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A big cash withdrawal with my verve, Then sighting watching crooks did a swerve Only God knows where I got the nerve! Like one who does in the Army serve... Perhaps, because it's my last reserve, A lot I'd lost others didn't deserve, Treasures forfeited I could preserve And to this leave not it conserve... Money withdrawal with Machine Card, Next saw...

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