#kiev poems on Hello Poetry

Lawrence Hall Apr 21

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                        The Great Gate of Kiev

                Mussorgsky’s The Great Gate of Kiev is no hymn to the
                people of Ukraine (telegraph.co.uk)

If there was never a Great Gate of Kiev
Except in Mussorgy’s triumphal hymn
There ought to have been, and there will be some day
Trophied with captured Putinista flags

For now

Wherever a Ukrainian enters Kiev
By rail or bus, or in worn-out army boots
He is the Gate, the Knight’s Gate, the Golden gate
With a chapel and the most wonderful bells

And the pictures at an exhibition
Will be ikons of Ukrainian martyrs

#picturesatanexhibition #greatgateofkiev #kiev #mussorgsky

Tetiana Dotsenko-Adamczyk Apr 2020

Rain in Kiev

I remember the way our souls touched
That evening after the downpour in Kiev.
I remember your warmth, your gaze, your touch…
As the rainbow protruded the sky.

We didn’t even stand a chance
Too far, too young, too insecure…
We didn’t fight hard enough
Didn’t realize what we lost.

After all that time
I still can recall every small detail
Of that day, of your face, of your smile…
Like it’s been tattooed in my mind
Like I am still reliving that moment
Over and over again…
Until I can’t differentiate what’s real and what’s not.

#rain #kiss #kiev #love #memory #story #me #life #past

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2017

Home

Home ain't no safe, but it's my home,
And it greets me whenever back I come.
It's there for me get lost deep inside.
Even when I stand against the tide.

And I'm aware of dangers out here.
So I may wield a sword against fear.
But there are city lights giving hope.
And when obvion beckons i say "nope".

I wanna run away to mountains and beyond.
But I won't leave if could, ya see.
For those lights, they keep me ever on hold.

I wanna come back home saying to a mate there "hello".
Being glad that one cares enough to simply reply.
Then I shall adict to home's rhythm, adapt to it's flow.

#kiev #city #depression #danger #home #memories

Adelaide Potter Apr 2015

kv

I was born
Skull shattering
Bled from the bone
In vitro
When my burnt lip bit you
I was bubbling from the knees
The viscose pus beneath the skin boiling
And you ****
He pulled me through dirt, onto curb side, smashed jaw
Caked with stomach acid
Drowning on the car seat
They sat their leering at every corner
Through radiowaves, they drool each pleasure of theirs
But here I am, choking
So I lost the key today
So I lost the key today
So I lost the key today
Cold fingers, skin shaking, through netting
I hide from you
Your thick tongue comes slamming to the edges of my body
I have no words
My mouth shuts for your
Baton bashing
Black boot
Skull shattering

#autobiographical #kiev

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