What a sweet! Promises an unsparing world.
What a close friend, I always have a chance with it.
But the terms…
Life while introducing her little pups
My mother, my father, even all that I lost
Brings me back. (I always miss)
Love is my soul as it used to be.
And I have jealousy,
With such a lovely quiet friend
Those who can share life.
Do not get it wrong,
I congratulate them primarily.
I wish for a strong friendship.
P.S- Of course I did not take the photo.
Kategori arşivi: Poem
The Hours
I shared your hope
along a quarter century is said.
The hours passed out of breath decreased, I felt.
Did you aware of? You didn’t express.
Last evening, you came in through the open door
dreaming a world has a command of peace,
advising styles of new structurings.
An existence you progressed step by step!
And your belief, which everything always goes hummingly,
plus added points to value in life.
What’s a miracle
was lived though each trick,
we learned.
That’s so!
We were candidate to be a piece of the deformed system
from the beginning.
The Truth
his breath warms my heart
he’s affectionate, sincere
my feelings
as if I live and forget
a cloud of fog belongs to the old days
will disperse
awakening my mind is also truth
a drop
has only been ascribed to tomorrow
now
full of sparkles
caressing to the story
beginning to hope for the future
what do you say…
Metaphysıcs of Love
‘Don’t get angry’ she says,
‘that’s life’…
Impresses you today,
me tomorrow.
Your heart
that you cannot quiet
cries with the songs
later red purple flowers
are gushing
through a song.
I get excited,
the universe is burning
its spark ignites me also
that moment.
Her attitude at the mirror:
her white face,
hennaed fingers
rolling tobacco,
the love light hits
her illuminated temple
of the sun.
Falling in love
is memorable but…
Catching love is
so difficult
under a dome
grumbled instability.
The assumption developed
that will live
touches the metaphysics
of love.
That is why its life
is not long
Even if it has been desired
greatly for a life.
Foto. Bâlâ Çiçek