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СТИХИ УЧАСТНИКОВ 21-го ФЕСТИВАЛЯ ПОЭЗИИ 2026 МЕЛТА
We are honoured and delighted to publish the poems of festival participants that reflect the true beauty of their souls and minds, their deep understanding and love for poetic composition
Джан Рустам Мохаммадович
1 курс Технологический Колледж РГАУ-МСХА имени К. А. Тимирязева
Фомина Татьяна Николаевна, преподаватель
“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain” — Emily Dickinson (1830—1886)
“To Save a Life”
To save a life is to be reborn
From a shell, without light, into something fully grown
A useless cell, into a person with a crucial role
To not live in vain, a notion, that’s the main goal
With an “S” on my chest, I save to bless
A human soul from the pests, who only cares
About their pockets, wallets, the green cream
I see that the cash rules everything around me
Were all born, as brothers, with a desire
That was passed to us, by great authors, a great fire
Lives in our hearts, to help others, so we can retire
As old men with a long, beautiful life behind us.
Live by the people and be free
From the social institutions of poverty
For others will worry about earthly money
You will fly above with heavenly tranquility.
Виноградова Ксения Антоновна
4 класс школа № 1699
Титоренко Олеся Владимировна учитель
“I am as I am…”
I am as I am,
And this is okay.
I see the world
In my own way.
I have my dreams,
I have my light,
It helps me walk
Through day and night.
I may be quiet,
Or speak out loud,
But I am kind,
And I am proud.
Kuznetsova Anastasiia
8 класс, ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo
Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна
Without rain nothing grows
In dusty lands of sheltered thought,
Where no disruptive storm is sought,
The guarded soul, by fear held tight,
Will find no seed to wake its light.
But he who dares the stormy blow
And feels the chilling waters grow,
Allows the drought of pride to break
For learning’s strong and thirsty sake.
Each drop of failure, sharp and cold,
A story in the soil is told.
It sinks through cracks of old blind pride
To reach the roots that hide inside.
And in the wake of falling tears,
A strength, not present in the years,
Begins its green and steady climb,
Marking the patient track of time.
So let the clouds hide in the sun,
Let hard times come, and come again.
For character is not a flower
That blooms within a sheltered hour.
It’s shaped by bearing the pain,
The aftermath of wind and rain.
And what seems but a fruitless plain,
Will, tested, wear a crown of grain.
Nevrova Maria
8 класс ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo
Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна
Without rain nothing grows
Without the rain, the earthlie s bare,
No seeds to sprout, no life to share.
The thirsty ground, the silent trees,
No buzzing bees, no gentle breeze.
But when the skies begin to weep,
The soil drinks deep from rivers deep.
From droplets small, new life will climb,
A dance of growth in perfect time.
So, every storm, though dark and loud,
Brings gifts unseen beneath the cloud.
Without the rain, no blossoms bloom —
No green to chase away the gloom.
Veronica Panayi
8 класс, ОЧУ МГ Сколково / International Gymnasium Skolkovo
Учитель Клименко Дарья Львовна
Without rain nothing grows
Without rain, the earth lies bare and still,
A thirsty cup no life can fill.
The hardened soil, a crust of gray,
Holds nothing green to greet the day.
The seed, a secret locked in clay,
Has naught to drink, and so must stay
A sleepy, small, and silent plea
Beneath the branch of fruitless tree.
But let the word fall soft and slow,
A silver call right from below.
Then watch the world, through nature's pains,
Unfold its silent, deeper gains.
For in the drop, the world is born:
The wheat is golden, rose has thorn,
The dust gives way to living grain—
Without the rain, no growing pain.
The drought may crack the broadest plain,
But only rain breaks the seed in a chain.
Сняткова Виктория Вадимовна
Школа 1208, 9 класс,
Учитель Царькова Татьяна Викторовна
History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme..." (M.Twain)
«Since Аncient Тimes...»
Since ancient times, across the seas,
Explorers have sailed to lands unseen.
By plowing oceans, with maps unfold,
They did their best to discover the world.
Through storms and hardships, they earned their fame,
To make our country great again.
Semyon Dezhnyov, Ivan Krusenstern,
Devoted patriots and noble men.
In every journey, with maps unfold,
The new explorers are enthralled,
New worlds are making horizons wide,
New stories add to history’s tide.
The explorers' quest will never fail,
Where courage and determination prevail.
They help the country lead the course,
To gain respect and real force!
Колдашова Алиса Алексеевна
Школа 1208 9 класс
Учитель Царькова Татьяна Викторовна
«If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain» (E. Dickinson)
The Lighthouse
The lonely quiet lighthouse,
Towering on the rock by the sea,
Like a mighty powerhouse,
Telling ships where it be.
Against the rocks a wave crashes.
The gloomy night lasts long.
Ignoring lightning flashes,
The lighthouse stays till dawn.
It shines through fog and rain,
Just showing way to boats.
Its light will proudly remain
In sailors' hearts and hopes.
I feel like a supporting lighthouse,
My friends, don't give up hope!
My heart's your mighty powerhouse,
Illuminating path through fog.
Although heartbreaks may come your way,
My lighthouse shines with love.
I hope you'll achieve your aim,
If you believe my words above.
