Yekaterina Bezpalaya

Rookie (April 8th,1993 / Kiev, Ukraine)

Yekaterina Bezpalaya Poems

1. Heart Of Gold 5/12/2006
2. Springtime Season 5/12/2006
3. The Quiet Boulder 5/12/2006
4. People Of The Liberty 5/12/2006
5. Rocking 5/12/2006
6. Winged Toys 6/6/2006
7. Tiger Raged 6/11/2006
8. Fear Faith 6/11/2006
9. Water In The Coffee Cup 10/7/2006
10. Four Broken Walls 3/4/2007
11. Creation Of Life 3/16/2007
12. One Of Those Days 3/30/2007
13. Dream Of Me 5/23/2008
14. Cerulean Paradise 9/6/2008
15. Raining Diamonds 10/4/2008
16. Stay Young 10/4/2008
17. Just For Now 10/23/2008
18. In Age 10/23/2008
19. Awaiting Fairytales 12/24/2008
20. Promise You The Journey 1/15/2009
21. When Is It? 6/27/2009
22. Not As Human 8/5/2009
23. Ignorant Those Who Think What They'Ve Thought 11/22/2009
24. Fix His Darling Girl 1/23/2010
25. The Girl Who Played With Fire 3/31/2012
26. What Lies Between 3/20/2013
27. Love's A Day Away 9/11/2007
28. The Key To The Lock 9/23/2007
29. Stitches On The Heart 10/8/2007
30. One Word Is All It's Worth 11/29/2007
31. The Angel At The Window 12/19/2007
32. Fastforwarding To Tomorrow 12/15/2006
33. The Hidden Secret 2/25/2007
34. Fate's Hands 2/26/2008
35. Ignorant Invalids 7/13/2007
36. My Grandpa's Handprint 12/2/2006
37. Without A Clue 6/5/2006
38. From Winter: To Spring 4/27/2006
39. Sky By The Window 4/27/2006
40. Deep Memories 5/12/2006

Comments about Yekaterina Bezpalaya

  • Wendy Zhou (9/28/2006 8:03:00 PM)

    hey kat, youve got a really special gift there so use it to your advantage. J'adore all of you poems. you know i got your back! XOXO Mrs.wendy couture zhou

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Best Poem of Yekaterina Bezpalaya

Sky By The Window

A pencil, some paper,
a pen, and a chair.
A desk by the window,
and the wind through your hair.

As nighttime falls,
you gaze at the stars,
you wonder how many,
you wonder how far.

You reach out your hands,
trying to capture them all,
you thoroughly think,
'How tiny and small? ',

You step to your desk,
and you draw them all out,
you cut them neatly,
and you squeal and you shout.

You take them to your windowsill,
like many times when,
you throw them all out,
and you count them again.

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The Quiet Boulder

The rock, and the wind, and the mountain, and river.
The sunrays are masters, and the Sun is the giver.
The towering mountain, it gives quite a leer,
The savageful wind brings danger and fear.
The river it laughs, with not many cares,
Just the rock, so vast, great silence it bears.

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