This blog contains my poetry mostly in rhymes.


25 Dec 2021 1 minute read 3 comments Sasha Poet

The top of the hill looks so scary, yes, all you need is to be wary. The wind is telling me just lies, ah, it's annoying more than flies. Everything around very stinks, that ship on the sea now just sinks. Sailors on it, please don't drown and honest...


7 Apr 2021 1 minute read 4 comments Sasha Poet

Look, again an advertising slot,it looks like everything is a plot.Is it a lie or is it a truth?I don't know that from my youth.It's an opposite from what they teach,totally different from what they preach.Hearts are turning into giant stone,to that...


11 Feb 2021 1 minute read 2 comments Sasha Poet

They hated him for no reason,it was really like a winter season.They created the problem and solution,many came to that conclusion.They were envied, he spoke the truth,yes, they have been evil since their youth.He was innocent, he knew the love,his s...


30 Jan 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Sasha Poet

She was pretty, she was - youth, living lies and not the truth. Driving limos, expensive cars, but all I had, were just guitars. Loving her, I composed the songs, I found the goods; I found the wrongs. Now she's rich, but she's so lonely, I have two...

I Rather Listen

9 Jan 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Sasha Poet

I don't need a book, and I won't sell,only, when my poems will be well.No one reads and no one pays,I had to choose the better ways.The world became just so much strange,so I'll have to live at lower range.I only write now just for a hobby,because I'...

By the Lake Bled (Original Poem)

8 Apr 2020 1 minute read 7 comments Sasha Poet

My time with her melts so fast, like a snowflake in the hand, hiding like a serpentine in the desert, covered with the sand ... We are hiding from all the people, by the Lake Bled and she is talking, listening her lovely speech, when she gets bored,...

MOUSE HOUSE (Original Fairy Tale For Kids)

19 Mar 2020 21 minute read 14 comments Sasha Poet

  It was a beautiful, lovely spring day and all of Green Grove was in glorious bloom. The local birds of the singer cheerfully hummed a variety of familiar tunes, each with its own tone, jumping among the tree canopies; the nearby creek quietly murm...

Grad Kamen (Castle Stone / Burg Stain) (Original Poem)

20 Jan 2020 1 minute read 2 comments Sasha Poet

Have you ever heard, about the castle - Stain? It is standing in so beautiful land, called Oberkrain ... When I go there, my eyes have no time to rest, that is the place of "mine" and I feel the best! In the Spring, I listen to the birds, how they si...