You were my radiant star, Ever alluring, a charming mystery, Near in semblance, yet distant afar, Like elusive clouds, your presence is distant. But stars
Author: Tatiana www.politicallypoetic.com
Born in Ukraine. Curious dreamer and ardent believer in the power of tomorrow.
Horrors Come to Light
A distant cry, an endless cry all day, all night. The wind howls across a forest souls buried in the cold moonlight. The wicked men
Goodbye Filthy Russia
Goodbye filthy Russia – a country of tyrants Country of fear and cold hearts The land that stuck in the mid of ages Hating future,
November Sky
Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by
Autumn Splendor
The golden crowns of the autumn splendorFlamboyant orange croton leavesThe yellow and the crimson chrysanthemumsEye pleasing and beautiful scenes.Sweet alyssum carpets the groundAs though protesting
Autumn Vibes
A golden path laid under my feet A golden path reminder of my blessings. Another year that my eyes can see As maple trees and
Your love confines me
Why did I meet you? Was this meant to be or was this simply by choice? I tremble within when you call my name, when
I’m Letting You Go
I’m letting you go -the image so painfully dear. I’m letting you go-the heart cannot bear. The emptiness you left behind, It’s like a hole
Glory to Ukraine
Against rage and unmatched forces We’ll overcome, for we stand tall Against fury and undeserved strikes We are a mighty power. We are one. From
A Stroke of Wonder
Just take a look Each flower tells you something each stem, each petal – is a stroke of wonder, a magic that brings your soul
I’ve got a crush
I’ve got a crush The heart is racing hundred miles per hour when you pass by. Flushed cheeks without a reason when you are by
Silhouette of Sunset
Magic of sunset takes my breath away. The golden brims are so magnetic, The dim glimmering light makes me hopeful and poetic. The faint light
It Always Will Be Ukraine
A nation reborn through blood and blisters With sharp words of truth and metal shields Golden fields of grains gently whisper Victory is ours, Victory
The Earthy Smell After the Rainstorm
A sound of a thunder. Clouds puffed out into an angry gray July’s sky opened in wonder Freeing cool droplets of rain. It feels as
Grounds For Hope 