Yekaterina Bezpalaya

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

Yekaterina Bezpalaya Poems

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

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

The Hidden Secret

The tree stands still.
It moves its hands in a strange greeting,
as the sunrays warmly kiss both my cheeks.
All spirits of Mother Earth are listening for my depart.
For then, they come alive again.

The little crow,
unwavering in curiosity,
meanders for a morsel of food.
Frightened, he ducks behind the grass.

The wind,
an old friend,
approaches me joyfully,
as it caresses my hair.

A sweet aroma permeates the air;
Brother Winter prepares for Sister Spring.
Each flower bud opens,
peekng at the sun,
and yawning when darkness ...

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Springtime Season

Trees swaying,
brooks overflowing,
eating ripe apples,
and laughing away.

Crystal clear clouds,
flowers unfolding,
in some of the very beautiful ways.

Still,
but in short,
these are some of spring's last days.

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