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Best Poems Written by Stasya Volkova

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Wall

I lie down in my four-poster bed, 
facing the pale yellow wall. 

The same that I see above, 
behind my headboard, 
opposite me. 

I drown in the sickly pale. 

I dare not turn around 
to face the wall again. 

Little do I notice 
the little window behind - 
rays of sun streaming through 
little glass panels - 

Gentle apricity grazing its 
little window sill.

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Dystopia

Standing at the brink of our new world
I gaze into the majestic landscape.
I see a novel synthetic fraternity
Shining lights of discovery – 
Teetering on the edge
Of a blazing dystopian inferno.

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Before they go

Catch the waves
Before they go
Catch the waves
Gentle, quiet.

Catch them quick
Dabble, ripple in them
And set asail –
On your journey afresh

Before they rage
In mountainous forms
Of dark fury
And fiery froths –

Before they rock the
Ship asunder –
Devouring, consuming
In their haunting forms –

Shattering great castles
Of dreaming sands –
Crashing the Titanic
Into those calm, fallen dreams –

Go catch the waves
Gentle, quiet
Catch them, now
Before they go.

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A Winter Night's Poem

Sitting by a fire on a winter night –
longing to see daylight –
shivering, freezing, in the icy cold –
how long can my patience hold?

“We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured –
just days before his absence we endured.
Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears –
hours before we’d face our fears – 

Cruel murderers, they blasted the streets –
riding grandly on their war tank fleets –
people dropping still by the second –
but I didn’t budge, even as Death beckoned.

Captivity chained me, dragged me along –
tell me, killers, what was my wrong?
Is it that I live in the land that you hate?
Why, why is this my fate?

Sitting by a raging fire on a chilly night –
wondering how long I’ll face this plight –
will this dark dusk ever cease?
Will I, someday, witness dawn and peace?

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Solus

 An owl descends
from cloudy grey skies,
Dropping alongside
a single tear.
It dares not speak to the owner -
only keeping company.
Quiet, solitary company.

It knows what tears are –
for when alone,
the tears of its mother skies above
are all it can call its own.