Romanov dedications
I would like to dedicate my site "Anastasia- The lost Romanov princess" to the fond memory of the Romanovs. I know I might have not been around when their rule took place. And I know I'm not Russian so their rein, rule, and tragedy should mean hardly nothing to me. But I am human and I do feel the same as others feel. And I know they might have been royalty and weathly and weren't considered common folk, but all of us have feelings and have life. Something the sinful Boshevik soldiers took away from them. Life. And dear sweet Anastasia who was not apart of anything! Not the politics the Revolutionists opposed, not the ruler, or has anything to be blamed for,...and yet they took her life as blame and revenge. Anastasia,....who was just starting her life as did the Jewish girl Anne Frank from the Nazis, things that make me mourn and cry even if its already been 80 years! ::tearful:: And so to their memory, to the Romanovs, Anastasia, and Anne Frank (has no affiliation with the Romanov) I leave them with these poems and my site. ~~Annabelle
If you would like to send in a dedication in honor of the 80th Anniversary of the Romanovs' death in July 16th, or a poem about the Romanovs or Anastasia. Please e-mail me. And I'll be glad to post it up.
Dear: Annabelle
Anyway.....as what i feel and heard that Anastasia's still alive so, if
Dear: Annabelle
Dear: Annabelle
Ismail Skywalker
Dear: Annabelle
You're cries are muffled
You're all together
You know what will happen
You will soon be with God.
Don't feel you will be easily forgotten.
On July 31st
Unfortunately, as tragic as can be,
As time goes by,
He also grew very found of religion
As time grew shorter,
As much as Aleksey loved his country
And now as he lays to rest,
They were taken, far too soon, but in our love, they carry on, in our hearts, forevermore.
Fear of betrayal falls from my eyes as I try to see the evil in front of me.
In the pitch of blackness
In the pitch blackness there's a shriek
How perplexing.
Thank you
Dedication by Skywalker
I personnely felt for the Romanovs especially for the youngest Grand
Duchess, Anastasia...whom i know has been dead for several decades
now..but deep in my heart, i love her very very much..
If i have the chance to go back in time to meet the Romanovs, i would
take that chance and since i'm in the military, i would bring along a
regiment of top commandos to battle the evil Boshevik before they have a
chance to murder the tsar and his family....I know history could not be
change but it's nice to imagine that.
she's really survive, Long Live the Romanovs!!!!!
Dedication by Jenna
I can feel the pain of the Romanovs because of my Russian lineage. I always
felt connected to all the sisters, but Anastasia especially, because I have
her stubborn streak. I truly wish that I could have met the Romanovs- I'm sure
they would have had a lot to say! May they forever rest in peace, Jenna
Dedication by Ismail
I personally felt for the Romanovs especially for the youngest Grand
Duchess, Anastasia...whom i know has been dead for several decades
now..but deep in my heart, i love her very very much..
If i have the chance to go back in time to meet the Romanovs, i would
take that chance and since i'm in the military, i would bring along a
regiment of top commandos to battle the evil Boshevik before they have a
chance to murder the tsar and his family....I know history could not be
change but it's nice to imagine that.
Anyway.....as what i feel and heard that Anastasia's still alive so, if
she's really survive, Long Live the Romanovs!!!!!
Like you, I have no Russian link in my family history. But, consider the romanovs a
part of my family. I even have a 8x10 picture of them framed and
hanging, along with my family pictures. Today I both celebrated and
grived, while I watched those 9 sad little coffins finally being laid
to rest. I am at least grateful that `Mother Russia' has finally laid
poor Nicohlas and his family to rest. I, like you, would love for the
Anastasia story to be true. I will just keep believing that Anya or
Maria escaped, and lived happily ever after some where. I have alot of
history on the last czar of Russia. Many books, a treasured egg
collection. I have also taken an interest in the language. And next
month will travel on my once in a life time trip to the places I have
read about in my books. I have made a copy of your poem and will place
it along with a white rose at the final resting place of the Romanovs in
your name.
Romanov and Anastasia poems
by: KTricks13@aol.com
And light is cut
You may fell alone,
But you're not
which is good
It will be over soon
Close you're eyes and hide you're sobs
Die with dignity
We will write poems of you're grace Eighty years later.
Forgive those who cause you're parish
May God keep you and rest in peace the Romanov Family.
Nicholas, Alexandra, Olga, Tatiana, Marie, Anastasia, and Alexis
by: Ed
In 1904
Alexandra Fyodorovna Romanov bore
A precious blue eyed boy named Aleksey.
The doctor's told his mother that her boy would not be normal.
For he had a disease called Hemophellia.
As he grew older,
He grew found of his sister, mother, and father.
He adores to ride horses,
And play with his dog Joy.
For as young as he may be,
He showed his face at church where ever he may be
Things started to change.
But along came an evil man,
Who was a bit duranged.
Nothing would be the same.
But on July 16th, 1918,
Tragedy fell on his fame.
He will never be put to the test,
Of who will be the best,
Because the best now lays at rest.
by: Big H. Inc.
They were all, far too young, to be taken away like that, but if we remember, they will be near us.
Too soon were they taken to heaven, but if we try, we can keep them alive inside us, for all of time
by: Shane Intveld
My last breath, I fall to the spot of my birth, now my death.
I will never know what it is like to be a mother.
They will never know who I was, what I could have been.
by: Annabelle Ray
in the night you can hear
the cry of women's fright
Oh do you hear that sharp
splitting sound
it must be a fool who stepped on a cat?
or is it the sound of nightmare perhaps?
no, its the sound of Romanov bloodshed
tonight.
In the pitch blackness there's a shriek
we see soldiers guns drenched with red leaks
I see 4 little girls shivering with fright
a little hemophiliac boy with more goosebumps than RL Stine
Oh do you hear that sharp
splitting sound
it must be a fool who stepped on a cat?
or is it the sound of nightmare perhaps?
no, its the sound of Romanov bloodshed
tonight
Theres stillness in the air
no sound comin' from downstairs
no no no no
Only the sound of soldiers draggin
out 6 long sacks
Oh do you hear that sharp
splitting sound
it must be a fool who stepped on a cat?
or is it the sound of nightmare perhaps?
no, its the sound of shovelin the dead
but now theres nothing but
silence as sleep
But there's only 6 silence sighs not seven
ones missing from the crowd
Who could it be?
Oh who could it be?
Anastasia Nicholaevna of course!
Where is she?
Oh where is she?
Clueless as you I'm afraid
But in the pitch of blackness
there might be some clues
as to what has happened to
dear Anastasia's missing tomb
ALEXANDRA
A minor german Princess was I,
How could someone as homely as me,
Catch the young Nicholas's eye?
Timid at parties,
Reclusive at games,
Putting on a false bravado,
To hide my inner pain.
Sunshine...
Oh the irony of that nickname,
For ever since mother died,
The happiness left as quickly as it had came.
Building a cacoon around myself,
Hardening my outer shell,
Only to have all my defenses stolen away,
And my heart as well.
Wanting with all my being,
Loving with all my heart,
Two star crossed lovers,
Whom death could not even rip apart.
Our sweet stolen moments,
The passion we shared,
The truthful vows we took,
Proffessing to the world how much we cared.
Ignoring each other's faults,
Loving each other til the very end,
Just me and my dear Nicky,
Who has been my husband, confidant, and friend.
Although our deaths came too soon,
And our children's lives had not begun,
We'll all be reunited in heaven,
Eternally together as one.