Modern poets and poems that do not leave indifferent Bashny.Net

Contemporary art seems to many controversial phenomenon, some - just non-existent. But you know, sometimes in today's realities are such creations that take your breath away. And if prose in this regard, not much luck, that poetry can be surprising. At a time when poetry may seem hackneyed phenomenon that had outlived itself, there are the really good poets, whose poems - breath of fresh air for the whole of literature.

Polozkova Vera, Vera Pavlova, Ala Kudryasheva Dana Sideros Elena Kasyan, Xenia Zheludov ... perhaps their creations seem too feminine, but in each of them there is something personal that takes a long time for a living, and does not let go.





Faith Polozkova

A young Moscow poet in a short time managed to conquer the audience with his soulful verses to release three books, make your blog one of the thousands of popular on Livejournal, to play in the theater and get a couple of well-known literary prizes.

Faith is not for nothing called the phenomenon in the literature - she began to do very early, but her poems, even the earliest, imbued with a deep understanding of the world, people, and just instantly get quotes and passed from mouth to mouth.

If you crush the tram, you will certainly cry out, just run over, run over two, and then get used.
Polozkova often performs in clubs, which reads his poems, often with music and always collecting crowded halls. Syllables, and the voice of the girl feeling very hard not submit.

Read the poem itself poet

"When Mrs. Corston ..»

When Mrs Corston meets in a dream of the late Sir Korston,
She jumps up, looks slippers in the dark, can not find, to hell with them,
Covers eyelids stale old woman hand
And softly crying, barely breathing.

He is laughed at her old stories; he loved her.
His words had for Mrs Corston magic power.
And now she thinks she comes to visit lovely
His fat charming soul.

He was able to take it all as it is: that's such a different
Sometimes tired, useless,
Sometimes ridiculous, absurd,
Stupid, unkind,
Trouble-free, non-ferrous;
If you laugh, - he said - I celebrate,
If you grieve - I'm sorry for
. They went to Hampshire, fond of whiskey and Petit Chablis.
Then he dressed and buried.

Mrs Corston knows that her husband in the garden, and I is not worried.
There he finds, as will become very deceased.
Just something oppresses her, between the ribs is pricked,
It is worth remembering about this paradise:

Sometimes, sir Corston seen her with a cigar and "Johnny Walker»,
Very drunk, sleepless, angry, for Sunday poker.
"Owed probably small brokers heaven.
She said the same - do not play »
.


Vera Pavlova

Vera Pavlova - another author from Moscow and the creator of a truly musical, memorable verses. By education she is - a musician, and began writing poetry at the age of 20 years, after the birth of her daughter. Today, Faith has released fifteen books and printed not only in Russia, but also in America and Europe. Her poems have been translated into 20 languages, and she has participated in dozens of Faith poetry festivals and competitions around the world.



Through layering birthdays
all the better to see the birthday.
Through layering
Delights all the pleasures of enjoyment
absorb and hold in the larynx
a swig of rain and smoke ...
The closer we come to the mystery,
the easier we pass by.

***

Loneliness - it is a disease,
sexually transmitted.
I do not climb, and you do not go.
Better to just let us lodge together,
chat about this and that,
nor that any of these things keep quiet
and embracing, and understand:
lone incurable.



Alya Kudryasheva

This girl hails from Leningrad, and writes poems from 11 years. At the moment it author of the book "Open" audiobooks "Three, two, one," the owner of the famous in RuNet LJ and hopefully Russian author. Critics have compared her work with the Brodsky creations and literary Bulls put it this way:

To deny it is impossible amazing talent.


Like it or not - you decide, and get acquainted with the work of Kudryasheva I would advise with the verse, "Mom in the country ...", but he is too big that would fit in my article. So ...

What can I say! I breathe with difficulty.
What there wait! All watches are.
I lived in an apartment building,
In which each room -. I

In that I - this lady in a ridiculous coat,
And I - the mat, that near her door,
And those rubles in his pocket (one hundred today,
Tomorrow will be enough for tomorrow have crackers).

In which I - bully, broken elevator,
In which I - tired pensioner,
And the cup that is poured in a flat ten,
And the spider, sliding along the wall.
In which I - outside damp winter,
In which I - refrigerator, ice
overgrown. In which I - the neighbor that was crazy - all he kept saying that it settled
house.


Elena Kasyan

By touching children's books and mature, sensual poems, Elena Kasyan was born in Ukraine, in Lviv, and describes herself on her blog:

I write songs, poems, short prose. Many, but well read randomly, amorous, painfully punctual, director-dropout, a blogger, a perfectionist, sibaritka ...


Yuzek and Magda

Yuzek wakes in the night, grabs her hand, breathing heavily:
"I dreamed horrible, I was so scared for you ...»
Magda sleeping like a baby smiles in his sleep, not to hear.
He kisses her on the shoulder and goes to the kitchen, clicks his lighter.

Then returns, looking, and the bed completely empty,
- What the hell? - Thinks Yuzek. - Where could she get away ..
? "Magda died, Magda's long gone," - suddenly remembers,
And so it is standing in the doorway, stricken with a beating heart ...

Magda hot, and something pressing on his chest, she sits up in bed.
- Yuzek, I open the window, right? - Whispers in his ear,
Pats on the head, concerns fingers gently, just barely,
There is the kitchen, drinking water, he returned with a mug.

- Do you want to drink? - And there is no one, no one is responsible
. "He died a long time!" - Magda sits on the floor and howling beluga
. The fifth year of the wild rose and ivy fences buzz.
And they still have all the dreams and dreams with each other.



And finally, just wonderful poems from authors site Verses. py "OK. Melnikova "and" Xenia Zheludov ". Often these beautiful lines attributed to skid, and more often they are enjoying themselves on the internet, but it is not difficult to understand the words, great
.
Oak Melnikov (2012)

all important phrases should be quiet,
all photos with family is always blurred.
the most bizarre people always great,
and the causes of happiness always neveskie.
the most honest you hear in the kitchen at night,
because if the feelings - not on the phone,
And if you cry, so to howl like a wolf,
so dreary echo to polrayona.
favorite songs - all in a hoarse voice,
all your favorite verses -.
unknown all arrogant people always nothingness,
and all the loved ones is not always local.
all important meetings are always random.
most loyal subjects - traitors,
circus clowns - all the sad,
and stubborn skeptics - all dreamers
. If a cozy home - not exactly the castle,
and the apartment was an old Odessa.
If contact anyone - ever, firmly
. Now let's not so, but you hope.
Yes, right now anyway, but believe we sbudemsya,
if we change, so all my life in a new way.
what is most important, not to be forgotten,
brilliant ideas always crazy.
who struck out the unnecessary, those free,
you need to let go of who you are too different.
after all, if the mood is not the New Year,
then certainly not with those prazdnuesh.



Xenia Zheludov (2011)

read and learn by heart:
Darkness has a limit, and any sadness
surmountable, if you build a bridge;
depletion of pain, grief has a bottom,
if you dare to stand up,
to reach the happiness, because it
reach, and its recipe is very simple.

write it down and then burn the paper:
people - concentric circles,
all have the same core.
memory - driven into the crown inch nail,
Learn to forgive, it will be released half.
resentment and sorrow ripen in a tight bunch,
soaked through to the last drop, get a tart wine.

; adults, but do not think age,
death exists, but it is only death,
a tribute to the law of contrast.
do not try to number the pages,
for the time is not subject to you.
your best to remember the words, names and faces,
tear down the walls and despise the border,
love, as long as the heart is not will smoke,

and I know that everything is not in vain.