My Poetry Essays Opened to Love It is necessary to always keep your friend, please his heart and compliment him from time to time. It is necessary not to dwell on small issues and not to enlarge them unnecessarily. It is necessary not to scratch the sensitive subjects, and to make small gestures in the matters that he cares about and demand attention. No being does to other creatures what man does to other living things. Human beings are like an example in this regard ... If…
Ruined Park and the Proud Child - My Childhood Memories There is a playpen in front of my house, now ruined. I think they will break it down one day. For some reason, it was not destroyed, bulldozers did not pass over it. I am astonished when I think about it that this ruined park survives. Maybe it's the ghost of that little boy who still guards the park, who knows? You wondered when you said ghost, right? My mother told me this story when I was a child, and I remembered…
We Live With Respect and We Die Proudly It lives by human dignity. It passes proudly. Praise your dignity that lives you, as far as he is concerned, but do not spoil your pride that kills you. Do not over praise and embarrass him. It will make you misbehave more than anything else. For him, the center of pride is humble. Being humble also makes human existence simpler in the general public. Otherwise, it makes individuals ugly. It makes you messy. It drives individuals away…
I am also aware of my difference I am the traveler of an insane and inexhaustible period. I neither complain about my pale skin, my fallen bayonet nor my sadness, and I dream of rational pictures, I put the facts on the table in my dream piles and then cut the legs of the table one by one. There are a lot of things that have come to light, in fact, it is overdue. I have so many miles of age, my imagination proved to be of age, how I wore a cannon and rifle and fell on the…
In the depths of my mind I'm fighting my age How old are you now? - Poetry Did you find the marble you dropped without growing Will your kite on the wires swing, in the wind Like a child who fell and had a winged knee. The volcanoes you grew up in search of a way to explode Your eyes from the simplicity of loneliness overflowing Do your eyes confuse hope still the land? How old are you now, girl with purple earrings? Did you run out of your hiding place and stole it? Or has…
My hunger for knowledge, my human love and my fight with myself Metazori is not a smile that I wish or even utter a car without a strap, or the season and the stops hidden in the sky and brides with a black veil hidden in the sky. Do I adore immortality, but I die more every time I love. I wish people a lifetime of dealing with silence as much as I love them from the universe, but it is a journey that has long been yesterday that the storm hidden in the nature of silence is…
My First Meeting with Pictures and Paintings **I met canvas when I was just a kid, and my first painting experience was a fiasco.** When I thought I was drawing a bird in my own way, my painting was no different from a straight line, but I was not daunted, I drew everything and everyone I saw. Color had come to my tiny world, I, who used to draw black and white pictures, started to paint colorful pictures. As time passed, my experience increased and I felt confident. By…
It comes again, April sorrows in the nights An out of date loneliness: death is hidden in the copper; I'm picking up a trace of blood on the walls and a fussy dead person, after all, in the spring fatigue that is the harvest of a life that passed without a reward, lyrics are pouring from my window. It is a dark cellar in which I am hidden, the bird calls accompanying the whispers of the saint every morning I tend. The shadows entangled in the drawing and pitch of life. Isn't…
Without Breaking or Hurting! I'm a little strange today. I went to my grandfather for my troubles. First I told him about my problem. He listened, understood and guided. Then she taught me what she knew slowly and she guided me. It wouldn't be a lie if I said it didn't make me feel while doing this. I drew water like a plank in water, I was swollen and swollen! Now I'm starting my writing with a poem. Difference and loneliness Different people are usually creative people…
The Taste of an Unfinished Life ***The man spoke to the floor to himself as he swung his ambiguous steps;*** - He was saying that the sun is treating people's lungs with threads of thread as he looked out of the window near the ceiling. Blue curly waves are moving above the sea. They are also hidden in the clouds, afraid they will evaporate and disappear. Are they only afraid of clouds, people also pestered the shade of a tree. The flowers have closed their petals and hid…
Life Stories of the Extinct Elder People The years ago were the years when poverty prevailed. There were also rich people, of course, but they were not like the rich people of these days. They had harvest incomes from their ancestral estates, goods of both classes on which they made a living with meat and milk, and they had no other regular incomes. They did not know what social security or retirement was. They used to live in two-storey graft-painted bay windows. In their…
While the Poet's Castle was his pen The night was the call of an sunrise, perhaps your heart and the seasons preached the teacher of God. Like magic hidden in the guise of love, effeminate dreams danced. It was a mimosa hidden on his veil, perhaps the dull gaze hidden in the lane of the poet he dreamed of and the inner voice he would denounce, of course, his face was the spirit of loneliness, of hope, and from the vindictive shadows, his ambition was a poetic instinct of the…
My Favorite Sailor's Tale From time to time, while the cloud was playing the reeds in the sky, the dwarves scoring goals, and I got into my flying car and flew around the land of the giants. There was a strong or strong, intelligent or clever seafarer in a country where there were not one, two, many, three. This seafarer did not have a family or anyone. If you say his friend, he's a big deer. Is he loyal to him? The sailor traveled with his dear friend, gathering wood, then…
Expressions of My Sincerity I put the day to sleep, my dear readers, and tonight once again picked up my words from the rope that I have hung up for a lifetime. It was dry before, but as it is said that the burning of the tears besides the dry, I dropped the words in my heart, wet with tears, and after a life I felt myself in emptiness, I surrendered to the downpour for hours, with the desire to touch it pleasantly, and it was so foolish. Is it a continuation? Of course, the…
The Years I Forgot The Frequency It was the hours when the sky fell to the ground. White patches were being applied to the brown soil. A night of snowy nights. He smiles sly under the street lamp. On a radio channel whose frequencies I have forgotten, carefully decorated songs are brewed into the night. The sorrows that tidy up the image in the mirror are lined up one by one. The night is accompanied by poems that only the poet knows the subject of his longing. The woman…
A Part of My Letters To Myself ***I thought that; If I write something to me, what would I write, what would I say to myself? I said and wrote.*** **Dear me;** Why is it sometimes cheerful, joyful, funny, solid, all-round, happy when you are in a mood, when you do not care about anything, sometimes when the world does not care, when you thank God for the many values you have, and when you are aware of them, why suddenly your smiling face Your eyes, shining joy and light,…
Hidden Rose Gardens of My Heart I knitted this life from the forelock of my dreams, to my Lord, to whom I offered the longing prayer I kept hidden in his cistern, and as much as I presented my heart, and the door of a heaven that I built for myself from my loving and hopeful covenants under which I signed my signature. my poems coincided with your mise-en-scene. I was the signature of the season. My favorite is my heart and soul, where I jumped step by step from my jugular…
Night Diaries of My Past ***When I was reading the diary, I did not understand how time passed***, it got darker and the stars started to shine in the sky. He put the diary on the seat next to him and started looking around. He got out of the car and wanted to walk around the cemetery once more. Since it was not pitch black, he could see his surroundings, where he stepped. He approached with solemn steps towards an enchanted grave. How did he know that this tomb was…
The Games Our Brain Makes Us Inside our skull is a structure called the brain. Nobody knows exactly the function, purpose and mission of this structure. Even though hundreds of thousands of articles and thousands of works have been written over the years, nobody knows much about this structure. Because this damn structure always surprises us and continues to surprise us throughout our lives. It makes us say unfamiliar words in unfamiliar places, make unfamiliar trips at…
Ports in the Depths of My Soul Treasure is like a castle. A castle that keeps secrets. He always keeps the gate of the castle locked. He often says the candle burns because of his tongue. Close your mouth, open your hands! What should we open our hands for? If anyone asks: The first reason is to give alms, the second reason is to pray. He talks about life whenever he has time. He talks about the facts. He advises as if he was a will. The King who despaired people - Poetry…
People Don't Easily Love Me Anymore Don't forget to paint my dreams and then pull the curtain. At least not to witness the death of the pink, and sweep the bottom of the wall that I have taken sides with with my desolation. After I have gone and bury all my words and my pen, hide from tomorrow that I correspond to the soul and lovelessness of the people who burst like balloons when I have said the deepest. What I concealed, I should have known that perhaps the sadness…
Letter of the Young Bride in the Village It was quiet, naturally silent. Her silence was unlike any other. She used to bend his neck over his right shoulder. I thought he was going to give a handkerchief so that the mountain stones would not cry. Not only us, but the world knew what he was. It was a volcanic mountain that kept all its secrets inside, unless nobody knew. It was yellow, pale yellow, autumn leaf yellow, the frosty cracked lips will make their lips call gray,…
Memories on the Dusty Shelves of My Past My diary was written short on these dates. Then, in about two months, there were nonsense expressions. I also read these bullshit, but I was bored because it wasted time. At one point I thought to stop reading the diary. I said let me take it to the cave. I did not do this because he was curious about my past life. Because when I scrolled through the pages, I saw that there were more to be read. Maybe I could find what you're looking…
Window to Goodness from My Cell I am in my cell. I used to be dying to go outside and now I have locked myself in my cell. If you ask why, why, who crammed the cell, I am not going to blame anyone. I entered voluntarily. It would not be a lie if I said that I emulated the great writer of the 19th century who caused his heroes to suffer a little. If he suffered from being underground and suffered, I locked myself in a cell so that I could feel the extent of those pains. I…
The Dead of the Unread Book - Human People used to believe in such beautiful things. To eternity, that beautiful and sunny days will come, and when it comes, it will never go again. They fought to the death for this and everyone who struggled has an honorable story. There is a paragraph like this in Gorky's book Ana: “I know”, he said. There will come days when people will look at each other with admiration, everyone will look like a star to each other! People will walk…
Art Where Development Peaks - Nature The old people said that running water does not keep dirty. However, newbies do not quite understand what flowing water is like because they drink bottled water. This phrase itself expresses the ontological basis of a life. Heraclitus did not say for nothing, "One cannot wash from a running water for the second time." Here, flow describes motion and constant change. Everything that exists outside of the creative entity carries a constant…
I am the loneliest person in the world in sight I opened the veil of my resentment and I came to the end of my head when the intense silence, of course, had no description, father. I have many feelings in me like a wedding without a camber, blind knot, and in the indolence of loneliness, especially in this blessed month, many feelings and the banner of my heart I come up every day and sew the words to blank pages. Just like the gigantic spirituality that accompanied me in…
We Must Remember Again What We Forgot For a long time, there has been no talk of love in friendly assemblies. In our tired and old world, where many beauties have disappeared and many more are disappearing, the healing and revitalizing air of the climate of love has not been inhaled. Love was literally torn from the hearts of people who breathe the cruel air of a wild climate, where noble loves are sacrificed to everyday loves. Even the best friends became more strangers to…
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