Biography of Ekaterina Polischuk
I have a very strange and different life. It`s full of mystery and miracles. I began to write when I was 14, after the recovering from my illness... I wrote in Russian and Ukrainian about angels, lonely people`s souls, relationship between people, life treasure etc. Soon my poems were transformed into stories and novels... Then, I started writing in English. And that`s my own miracle because it isn`t my native language, but I truly love it and hope that my poems reading will give a lot of pleasure and good thoughts to all readers.
Ekaterina Polischuk Poems
Believe in Dreams
Believe in dreams when you`re alone, When nothing makes your soul smile, If you don`t want to speak by phone And read by own written file.
It is so strange to read about love… A lot of words, one better other one… But saying words is not for love enough, It lives in our hearts and is the sun.
One Rainy Night
One part of droplet is the light It keeps a poor thought inside, It makes the water just fall down To fix the mind by loner thrown.
Reality is nothing when you die, So, why we always cry about time? All thoughts, dreams in our mind fly, They often speak to our nature prime.
Why Angels Came...
One day The Lord all Angels sent, To find some love until World`s end. He looked at us from Holly Sky And wanted know why people cry.
A Desert Flower
All times are nothing if you`re dead, And our pleasure is just pain, If you don`t see the soul you had And understand your love is main…
A Picture of My Soul
A picture of my soul is inside, It has a lot of colors, melody. Sometimes I am too happy or just tired, I write by heart the love and tragedy.
How long I should just go away? How long just sit and nothing do? Sometimes I have to sleep and stay… Oh God, please, answer, give a clue.
The Way of Love
There are a lot of ways in life, We can just sleep or play the fife, We can remember ugly thoughts Or write by acts of mind notes.
I am a girl without happy heart, I stay alone among unreal friends. I am not actress but I play my part It`s not amazing and no fear lends.
Oh darkness, crawling on the wall, With awful shadows in the hall, You bring to my heart evil death, So, now I have unknown mess.
What can I do to see your face? A lot of people stay in space, Each has his own awful mask, For me to see it easy task.
To My Brother...
You are alone right now and feel the pain in heart Because of broken hopes and false pretense. Your face is smiling but you crying start And try to understand of fortune dance.
A Little Hut
Among cold streets and clouds of dust Is way of glory, warm and light, To find it you should mind trust And go along with hope might.
Unknown spirit is at home,
It goes by me, it is alone,
It wants to make my hand to write,
When we should sleep at darkly night.
I don`t afraid because I know
That changing life is always slow.
I want to sleep, but my hand not
I`m reading words that ever wrote.
I see the spirit with my eyes,