Saniya Galeyeva
Saniya Galeyeva Poems
After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my skin.
You’ve got my smell too.
And you’ve got the smell of sin.
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If we fail to love,
Nobody will even notice that.
It's not a stain,
It is not shame,
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Dedicated to one modern Russian poet who called me names and wished I were dead as I am not clever enough for him
He did that just for fun?
He mocked at me and called me - wow! -
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There are some women made of silk
But with steel frameworks deep inside them.
I know such women and I think
That they're both wonderful and shameful.
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I burn my poems.
I burn my boats.
To you I say:
"Please, go away! "
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Fly, fly like a bird.
Fly away.
Fly away from me.
I cannot hold you in my arms.
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When you call me,
I do come.
Not because I love you.
I try to love everyone I meet on my way.
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For you our love was neither strong nor real,
But I had both wild fears and odd hopes.
And now in my soul there's a mausoleum,
It's a remembrance of the joy we lost.
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Try to remove me from your heart.
Oh, do you think, that it is easy?
I am a trick. I am a trap.
I am a charmer, I'm a Gypsy.
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Wrapped in my old battered coat,
I am knocking at your door.
It's a dark night. Please, don't scold me.
Let me in, my Love, my God.
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The moon is growing pale, becoming softer
And melting in the humid, rainy mist.
I do not want to cry and to feel lonely
As I once used to do and used to be.
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It is all over.
I see and know it.
My tears can't tell lies -
We lost our love and ties.
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Once upon a time there was one doll.
She had big bright eyes, and her nose was small.
Tiny were her hands, feet and plump red lips.
White was her smooth skin, rosy were her cheeks.
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I will play this part
So skillfully that
Nobody would guess
That my mind's in a mess.
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He called me 'my wonderful flower'.
He called me 'my beautiful princess'.
He was both my love and my lover
Presenting me thousands of kisses.
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You are the shiver of the top of my skin,
The sunbeam
Of my incurable attic,
Of the castle of my proud
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Saniya Galeyeva Biography
I used to be a teacher of English. I was brought up reading Russian classical literature and I love my language a lot. I write my poems in Russian and translate some of them into English. I also have quite a lot of poems which were originally written by me in English.)
The Best Poem Of Saniya Galeyeva
After Sex
After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my skin.
You’ve got my smell too.
And you’ve got the smell of sin.
After sex with me
You go away and I stay.
I do not mind it.
For me it is just a game.
After sex with you
I’ve got your smell on my sheet.
I take it and put
Into my washing-machine.
After sex with me
You’ll tell me: “I love you, babe”.
I know it’s a trick.
I’ll feel as if I were raped.
Saniya Galeyeva Comments
Dear Saniya, Your quotations are very good to read. I love quotations and I have written a book on 3000 quotations. Please go over to my quotation section and read my quotations and please give a comment on what you feel.Thanks. Love and regards, Manohar Bhatia.
Saniya Galeyeva Quotes
Life is a game. If you are strong and clever and skilful enough to take part in it, you can try your luck. But if you are not, you'd better pretend that you don't exist at all.
When you are in love, you have a reason for being creative. When you love, you have a reason for living.
If you have no choice, refuse to choose at all.
People are rather stupid beasts. They won`t understand what you are talking about until they have felt it on their own back.
Just be yourself. Then you`ll be the best.
If words are bullets, at first you must take aim thoroughly.
People who have no personalty, attract everyone because they are like black holes. But nobody looks at the real stars and no one admire them. And does anyone remember that stars can turn into black holes but black holes will never be stars again?
The best things exist only in one sample. There is no other you in this world, that's why you are unique.
Prudence is the immunity of your soul and heart.
They say, affection is a disease. You stop being independent and can't do without some person. It is dangerous if the object of your love is careless about your feelings.
Love is a virus. At first you catch it, and then somebody else beside you gets it too. But this is not always that person who infected you.
The most important things cannot be seen by eyes. You cannot see how plants start growing under the ground. You cannot see how a baby grows inside of a mother. And you cannot see how love grows in someone's heart.. But it doesn't mean all these things don't exist. When the time comes, they reveal themselves. And after that you can even touch the most important things. Any of them, except love. Why? Maybe, because love is the most important of the most important things.
The most important things cannot be seen by eyes. You cannot see how plants start growing under the ground. You cannot see how a baby grows inside of a mother. And you cannot see how love grows in someone's heart. But when the time comes, all these things reveal themselves…
A lonely person is not that one who doesn't have anyone beside them, but that one who always has to go through all the hardship alone.
If you love a person, you are not afraid of his/her monsters.
If you love a person and he/she hurts you badly, you may start hating him/her.
If you love, you never know why you love.
You can break me, you can destroy me, you can kill me… But you`ll never deprive me of my ability to rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
There is no button "delete" in a loving heart…So sad…
Once I happened to read that love is a fight for happiness. If it is true, then we all need our own and only one companion in arms.
Dissect hatred, and you will find chewed and digested love inside its guts.
A man will be always defective when he is not deprived of something.
Sin is a deed you do without love. Every thing you do with Love or because of Love cannot be called a sin. 07/01/2019
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4/17/2024 11:24:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love your poem "I Wear Jeans, T-Shirts And Sneakers" I just posted a reading in my Instagram account.