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Stasya Volkova Poem
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.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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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.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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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?
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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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.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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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.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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i remember the day
i saw my belle.
stood before a great glass window
and oh, she was pretty.
young eyes, innocent cheeks,
one little, beautiful heart.
my glass belle,
whole,
smiling right back at me.
carried carefully
everywhere i went.
she's a delicate one, my belle is.
if my belle were simply older,
she would be worn at the edges.
but no -
broken is the little glass doll inside of me.
hurled,
dropped,
hammered.
and now, all that remains are shards.
and yet, i prize every shard.
especially those that make me bleed -
those that will never heal -
i will cherish those for eternity.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2026
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Standing on the brink of
a new age, I behold
a synthetic fraternity
letting the wings of progress unfold.
And yet, our silicon brothers
teeter on the edge of a day
when Frankensteins will repent the
humanity they pushed away.
Will our artificial children
bring joyous dawn unto light;
or forsake our own good,
plunging us in dystopian night?
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2026
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A map peppered
With modern skyscrapers
And tranquil hamlets
Have I traversed today -
A map colored
In vibrant yellow tones
Of laughs and smiles galore
Have I traversed today.
And yet -
A map littered
With ruins of shattered
Buildings, cities, lives
Do I witness today -
A map tainted
With bloody, scarlet hues
Of warfare and struggle
Do I witness today.
And yet -
The same earth holds
Cities, towns, villages -
The same joy pervades
Young, old, and all in between.
The same soil sees
Cities, countries collapse -
The same heart beats
Within, as blood pours.
The map does hold
Several stories untold
Of people so diverse
Yet sharing the same soul.
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2026
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