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n-khrennikov Dec 2019
Lost somewhere in the translations,
I am looking for a solution, not an explanation,
But the time in the book is folded makes
I realized that I don't live here ...

And maybe this is the truth,
A lie has become our habit, for poems is wide and deep.
And we overcome that right. Sprint
we don't have time ...

My soul is jealous of the flowers
only bloom for one day and then fade away,
Logically for someday
as if numbers are defining life.
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n-khrennikov Aug 2018
Inside the house,
you are home.
In the garden,
you are the flowers.
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This poem is for my wife
n-khrennikov Jul 2020
A rose,
lay motionless under the river
And the love opened the book
until my echo becames flesh.
In the dark nights,
the stars coming
Your name resounded far away
A rose,
lay motionless in the dark night
if you don't awakens
I will leave my heart cold by your side.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
They eat her eyes,
they drank her soul.
I buried flowers with hearts in the grave. The crows find their blood.
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n-khrennikov Jan 2021
Cold January. Heated furnace.

And you, my dear, refuse to sleep.

I think of you.

And lights across the window sweep,

And droplets freeze upon its surface.

My eyes meet yours. We dim the lights.

And suddenly, as one, we’re breathing

My hands, around you, interweaving,

I recollect the gone by nights.

My heart is burning, raging wild.

You place, your hand upon my chest.

Confess, softly whisper, “child...”

Only the silence when I can’t deny it.
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Memories from Russia
n-khrennikov Sep 2018
I plant the flowers
deep in the dark land.
They are bloom,
roots inverted in the stars.
Who can tolerate it
as if darkness covered,
this silence without revenge?
The wind blows in my ear
like bees,
Her words gets mixed up in my thought.
But then I wake up.
The bells heard again ..
The words were turned off, but my blood was recalled.
They look like her. She look like;
Easy to finish her life alone
Who love her enough
in the song I listened ?
It hurtful her words to telling me.
Night no longer sleep, one
dream has become.
The light has reached the endless …
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Dark drive: Crash
n-khrennikov Sep 2018
I scratch my soul in the wave storm,
in the tongue of silence,
and waiting ..
until the sunset
those the poems tearing blood on the rocks
through pains with beauty losing contours,

a heart of disability with the shadow of death
The sea from the eyes confusing hearts
and dark desires make a knife in throat

I am hugging through space with words,
finding hopes between the ocean
and escapes death.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
Peacefully placed inside the window
where we return after the first day

Call your name with a chiffon scarf,
It has perfume on colored hair.
Drink the wine of love with rosy cheeks
Telling each other a few stories
Do you know I was watching you?

The sky tonight if there are
thousands of bright stars,
Without moonlight, without a dark night
Do you know you are a star in the night?

Together, the time looks stopped.
The horizon drawing on our hearts ...
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Jun 26th, 2017
n-khrennikov Nov 2019
Waving a flag on the battlefield,
Your beautiful hair in memory.

In your body burning as I need light
Your cheek from the pink flame.
Every time I think of you,
I was shaking again, I couldn't see it.
I fill the ashes in every letters, these
kiss, that thing burned into me.
Words I could not find to write for you
has been buried for centuries in solitude.
Crumbling thoughts falling,
in the fire of silence.
Let someone came, my heart
and watch me in the dust.
I will not bury any of your breath,
in my arms I will smother the pulse ...
                 Dead, breathless, with my soul
to give and take my life.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
Tonight
starry night
the sea in my heart is stormy.
It was dark
but inside I am chasing.

I walked in the night, ****** eyes and envious
Tell me, you see dreams in our dreams
You take me from a sea to an ocean
from stars to our land.
My suffering has ended, only love left.
Let me hold you in my arms,
let it be your fire to burn me
I watched you tonight,
sounds of your feminine smile.
Gives me all the precious things that you have preserved.

In the depths of the horizon,
with the dawn you wake up,
the sweetness of hunger hope …
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Ego
n-khrennikov Nov 2018
Ego
I am invisible, hidden in an inner calm, as a flock of flamingos flying in the light and faded in the mist.
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n-khrennikov Aug 2018
Everything you did for me is smile,
My veins feel you complete me,
Moments whisper I kiss your soft lips,
And my soul flying to heaven.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
Love releases hidden meaning. As long as I live and breathe, breathe and breathe out. If it’s written, if it’s worth it, it will be in my life.
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n-khrennikov Jul 2020
Without a voice,
she remembered everything she had forgotten,
both old things & secret, and dreamy.
Libra is her lips squeezed tightly
when she kissed and took his soul.
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n-khrennikov Jun 2019
Gray is the perfect picture.
Light and darkness sleep together.
Their wildness share, they create life dreams
to walk ... to touch,
their fragrance to be baptized,
And Love to mourn ... To mourn the feet, hands,
heart,
The sun in the first morning!
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n-khrennikov Nov 2018
The bare hand
hugging thoughts.
reminiscing the sigh
Heart broken, eyes broken.
Peaches of mandarin and orange
Rise, burn, smell of the other day.
In the silence of the small room
  I hear everything,
and darkness lies
in the castle
of the ego.
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n-khrennikov May 2020
We return home,
I shut the door behind us,
after so much time separates us,
and for the time this evening
we are finally alone,
with the night to ourselves
and this hunger.

Tiny diminutive
shoulders around my neck
as her mouth glides up to mine,
eyes deep and dark closing slowly,
a nucleus passing between us,
the pride of the peacock
finishing at a fevered pitch.

the Aaron's rod
is the fire of my desire,
this kindness of my touch,
the honor it brings to us both.
Let this then live forever.

Lying here in total darkness,
I have done nothing more beautiful in
my life than solemn silence pass the night slowly running of my fingers along her body
in the pale moonlight,
drinking in with my eyes
the glory and goddess
of the form of a woman.
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n-khrennikov Jun 2019
On the crowded street in holiday day
The day she met him.
She remember she invited him to celebrate
The day people waving flags,
run, laugh ...
all day up and down
marching friends.

Because it was dusk,
she suggest staying at home
to continue the celebration.
It was accepted.
They were celebrate homeland until morning.

The morning has gone,
He left, and he found her again
on Gorky street from the beginning
“My homeland”, He said,
“I need you”
and “I love you”.
“Yes”, She said
“I'm ready in every sacrifice "
And then
they get married.

Time passed, he was disappeared.
She always finding him
on the same path.
He never remembered her in the morning.
Only in the evening, like midnight
she was worried,
she sleep one bed in her arms
He still left
more and more ...

At least that's ways he appearance
when she was over years
She quit looking for him.
Waited him in the darkness alone, to look
He also stopped lying down
every night ...

And one night he never go home again ..
She did not find out when the door opened ...
Then she closed the door.
She stand before her whole life
a dream of the past, forgotten dreams ...
She tired to cry on her knees,
She stepped into the chest and locked it.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
We will go through many years
When the thread passes through the needle.
The fire of the soul will shine
in the darkness of mind,
and no one around.

With a feather
In the wind I will write forever
that we are alive, you and I.
Where the wind blows
sweet immortal whispers of your name.
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n-khrennikov Dec 2019
Please let the music lead you.
don't ask, don't talk
turn your head on your chest and listen ...
Let the melody .. the notes ... guide your steps.
Breathe in ... Listen ... turn on me .... feel it.

In the deep river the notes lead us passionately ..
Don't be afraid .. let it .. swirl .. leaves we are ...
Where the boy threw one on top of the other ..
he has no power to divide the river ...
so it sounds like hell on me ... he can't ...

let's climb beloved drip by the rain
until the black clouds .. higher up to we stand ...
taller than thunder, in the stars in between ...
I will decorate a meteor in your hair .. sun in your ******* ..
In the galaxy of your body I will discover the earth ...

Exiled to paradise, my eyes, to your eyes to live.
Exiled in my love, to give birth to the Full Moon ...
with silver threads my dreams to be around you ...
East and West, Day and night ... Heaven and Earth ...
My breath, my soul, my sweet dream ...

Listen ... turn on me and listen.
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n-khrennikov Oct 2019
Silence,
   Resistance,
   And sound
   within me it is still.

   Lurking ...
   Keep safe

   Silence.
   Life is a bewilderment,
   helplessness itself.

   Silence.
   A prayer
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n-khrennikov Apr 2019
Love comes to everyone in many times, many different ways. For those who have been loved, love lives forever …
~ NK
n-khrennikov Mar 2019
Every Winter sows life,
Every Spring reaps,
and a smile has been engraved with sadness.
The lighting path of the city
cleanup the forest in my eyelids,
and with things I think I am lost,
love living alone
you give me your vision.
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n-khrennikov Oct 2018
Death and love dancing together,
In her youthful and strong body.
Her hand is like paper,
soft velvet
you meet in the wild flower petals,
Her lips sad and chapped
with poetry wheel she wrote
How much in the darkness?, it is heart bulb
as the stars share unforgettable joy!

Death and love
kiss her lips
let go of desire for life,
Because two people can not distinguish,
in the dance blew all three.
n-khrennikov ©

Memorialize:  Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963).
n-khrennikov Nov 2020
My darkest art is different shades of the same color.
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https://youtu.be/UiTpp6RUVJo  
and so my obsession began…
n-khrennikov Aug 2018
May with unspoken words
this needle ***** drops of blood
weave lace-like red threads
in a white pattern of silence.
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n-khrennikov Jun 2020
My love, my passion, my hands

    ... my darkness, my past, my tears
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n-khrennikov Nov 2018
The flames were extinguished after night storm, leaving only ashes and smells of smoke.
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n-khrennikov Oct 2018
The melancholy landscape
in hollow anger
in crystal glasses,
the faint stench of sigh.

Cigarette smoke is waiting
dreams off,
and it's doors close
Looks right.

At the scattered desk
platinum sheet,
broken windows
by the familiar winds.

Poisoning in the chest
every breath and pain
gray sold out
for other behavior

But you close your eyes
and the mind is sleeping,
Moon will not moonlight
get out of the way

The light is blown in the dark,
lure opens the charm
hugging thoughts
with lovers

That is the shadow of the times
and one day in this life,
make sad eyes
forget in the morning.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2020
I’m from...
I’m from the Volga, serene and majestic
from the hands of the clocks that were moving too slow,
from the grip of the woman that was holding my hand,
from the innocent glance, from the dirt on the asphalt.
From Lenin, Karl Marx, Nietzsche,
from Pushkin, Okudzhava, Brodsky and Mayakovsky,
from the dust on the bookshelves turned gold in the light,
and the country that nursed me that dissolved in my sight.
From the triples threat stance: pass, shoot and attack
from the bully that tested my patience
from the sounds that blasted from the radio station
from the college where I searched for my place
from the choices I’ve made and felt no regret
from cigarette smoke that dissolved in the night
to discipline to write my thoughts
from the house I loved and the rural towns I left,
from the image I saw when I looked at myself,
from Emma to Lazarus, from our sunset gates shall stand
to the moment where everything froze in suspense.
And so, gentle reader, enjoy
And welcome to my original.
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This poem parodies the poem "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus. My wife name is Emma. I immigrated to the United States in 2019.
n-khrennikov Nov 2018
My goodness, my divine is her soul. My mundane madness tends to the death of the soul.
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n-khrennikov Jun 2020
Poets and writers are stricken with poverty.
Modernism is all about the profits.
I’ve sold my soul and blood
And still my name remains unmentioned.
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n-khrennikov Nov 2020
I wasted my nights writing;
till there was no lead in the pen
when I started reading my verses,
I imagined myself in a large auditorium,
in front of a single person.
because I wanted to make her love me.
With her bottomless loving eyes
as she refused to give it up willingly,
So I wasted my nights writing;
I didn’t know how to love her.
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n-khrennikov Nov 2018
The sky in your eyes beautifies your soul
Relax the wings when you scream in the sound of your heart,
and I can hold it in your arms.

In your hair every anxiety is sleeping,
fear is extinguished when I touch and touch
Oh, on my fingers eager to travel
wildly, that calls me to appear.

And if I fall and fall on you,
I will become a storm on the shore,
scattered on the sand spread out
to burn your feet in silence.

I will become a sun, rain to ask you
clouds to drink and hide
the sweet tears that burn your belly
From the hills of life to death.

That, your eyes are a ticket for me
to participate in the places praised,
in the sky my wings spread out
and the only thing I ask, is to return to earth.
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n-khrennikov Aug 2018
A melancholy and a fortune charm
The tale of history I love you
Forest every conversation, eyelids closed.
The wind burns in flame to medium.
However, everything is still secretly spinning,
a guard, thorn in the heart ..
It checks the story opens the truth.
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n-khrennikov Nov 2020
Neither side won,
neither side lost.
How many people are there
whose wishes have been so answered?
Voters like me who seemed to have had their way,
Sit down, ******,
pack your bags
and prepare to depart the Oval Office.
The future is ours.
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Anaïs Nin claimed:  'We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are'. Do something more important today than focus on politics. Try not to be that person, your relationships and your health are what matters.
n-khrennikov Jul 2019
But the hour comes and it’s night, I find to a quiet corner to hear myself reason, think to write — a sort of secret passion.
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she
n-khrennikov Aug 2018
she
She is the poem,
is lover,
is soulmate in my heart

is darkness,
is beauty like stars in the sky,
is endless …
and dance of love.
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A Tale of an Eternal Love
n-khrennikov Apr 2019
Is death like silence?
What is true with happiness?
like it is tears
Moments like the rain, dark cloudy thoughts and
a sharp soul in night ...

Perhaps a word doesn't say,
Never see the eyes with the eyes,
an empty hug.
But ...
Where will the dreams go?
when dusk comes in the darkness, with the rain
and with the deep river
When the lonely rebellions were engulfed?
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n-khrennikov Feb 2022
In your heart, in my heart
I had sung an ancient song to you.
And then I wrote in blood, within my soul. Death is but a wisp of shadow,
where no one is.
O Lady,
awake, awake...
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n-khrennikov Jul 2019
And I calmly raised my head
Up to find your sky
through a light hole
still remaining ...

And the sun
It was already there And still one day ...

Heart suffered
throw,
eyelid
left in the eyelid ...

And that is the sun,
day of squid ... A seagull

Pale
pale blue,
with light falling asleep ...
in the curtain slot.

And you are you,
and night and day ..
The screen ... and the light ...
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Dark drive: Half-Light
n-khrennikov Feb 2019
Sleep with me, my love
between the still life that with redundant art
and more of this love,
a rag of civilization.

In your hands miraculously becomes
the best of night costume.
Each centimeter theme of hurtful heart,
double embroidered wound closed ..
of your finger, our light removed
Two white moons for your children
lighting the last time, revelations of the world.

Sleeping with the fairies, fairytales
The magic was solved, the dream was better,
Daughter of spring, Son of summer!

In the morning, knee time
Will burn every key and key
and my old face.
The prison of my mirror smashed.
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n-khrennikov Nov 2020
The best place for writing poetry is sit by a river.
especially when leaving a loved one,
if you know she’ll go back there eventually,
in some week, in a month, or a year,  you would be able
to write with a loudest mind
but you must
know you’ll never see her,
and so it’ll be merely a monologue

Begin the poem with separation,
writing,
selflessly giving it everything in you
out of selfishness, out of need for sympathy.
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n-khrennikov Sep 2018
I was born in your eyes,
You are fire in the palm of my hand,
You gave me a real gift for both of us
You gave me the eternity
that I asked,
The eyelids were immersed in my eyes.
Because your heart is my heart
I want to live and die in your arms ...
with love!
my form,
will accompany you forever.
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n-khrennikov Jan 2019
Desolate,
like an empty beach,
Loneliness nesting ...
that the sea to bring

And gentle night
comfort and pain,
as If lighting all the candles
Sun wreath becomes Death arrow

And in the context of joyful world
sweet like the moon,
white body
   sad dress ...

And like a beautiful dead
like sleeping,
the shroud is light,
I was burned but remembered ...
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n-khrennikov Mar 2020
Power is power,
War is cruelty,
Honesty and determination.
Who can refine it when the guns begin.
I knew what a sweat blood it was,
The heartlessness of ideas,
and we are here is beyond history and hurt.
Look, the hostile world
while all flee in terror.
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n-khrennikov Mar 2019
When I was young,
I learned how to write poetry.
When I was old,
I am a book
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"A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else poor."
Alexander Smith
n-khrennikov Jan 2020
The careless words of the ebony curtain,
the harmony of the day and night buzzed me.
A song of life, that you hear touching your wrist,
hugging your throat for lack, when my head gently leans to your shoulder.
The dance is based on the sound of a voice with a beat,
a bed, crawling and revealing the beauty of a naked soul.
Sunbeams, kisses.
At times like these, the day is eager to come and
the night doesn’t want to leave …. The same dreams,
in the same arms. Time and times is unfaithful.
And this ours body, entrusted to the sacred fire.
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n-khrennikov Dec 2018
A lot of things want to leave in her arms, but it is time for my waves to go to it is roots. Safe and sweetness ... That is too much to taste her kisses.
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