it looks like copy of a thread..but i dont want to ruin other parts ....so lets share our lovely dedicated poems here...

King of Thieves
By Alexandra L. FitzGerald

I stopped breathing,
And with a single syllable you made me fall.
Like ice cream for a child,
I melt all over you at the touch of your hands,
And at the radiance of your sun I start to drip away.
Granulated and hard to see through,
You have an impenetrable wall,
Harboring no visible deformities,
Always Breathtaking
Breath Leaving
Air Stealing.

Thief of hearts,
You stole mine and ran away,
Forgetting to give it all back.
A scared runaway on the back of train,
Handkerchief tied around a stick.
I kind of laughed when you said, 'I love you',
Knowing it all to be one of your Juvenile lies.
So you tried to make it real with
Kisses and Stitches that hold my seams in place.
One day they pulled apart and I was left without my Sewing kit.
Never Breathtaking
Breath Leaving
Air Stealing,
At least that's your simple way.

Light Of Love - Dorothy Parker

Joy stayed with me a night --
Young and free and fair --
And in the morning light
He left me there.

Then Sorrow came to stay,
And lay upon my breast
He walked with me in the day.
And knew me best.

I'll never be a bride,
Nor yet celibate,
So I'm living now with Pride --
A cold bedmate.

He must not hear nor see,
Nor could he forgive
That Sorrow still visits me
Each day I live.

Don't do this to me,
I want to learn Turkish, you sing to me like the mermaids who wished to lure jason to their watery depths, I will resis it, but, later

Don't do this to me,
I want to learn Turkish, you sing to me like the mermaids who wished to lure jason to their watery depths, I will resis it, but, later

Walk Away

On London’s streets I walk
They’re dark and grey
The street lamp burns
I walk away
Leaving my sword behind
Maybe it’s for the best
The battles I had
Were dark for sure
You hurt me
But I hurt you worse
Holding unto my hope,
My compass
I walk away
To a place not so far
My hand broken at my side
I spread my wings
And try to fly
But I can’t
My wings are broken too
I can only walk
Away from you...

The Silent Tear
© By Kayla Minor

It comes at night when no one is watching.
It comes so soft, that it barely has a feeling.
When it comes, your heart is at ease.
And the only thing that is on your mind, is
Now the agony can finally.
Leave

As you gaze into the emptiness that fills the air.
A Droplet tends to fall.
While your memory races back to the time
When you thought you had it all.

You try to hold in what is deeply within your soul.
But the burning is so intense; that you just
Can't help but to let it go.

During the night a stain is made.
And at the same time all your pain is able to fade.
The only true feeling that you feel, is the wetness of
A drop that is left by a single tear.

If you said you were cold
I would wrap my arms around you
If you said you were thirsty
I would give you the ocean blue

I would give you anything
The moon, the stars, the sunset too
this heart in my hands that I
hold out to you

Take these from me
they are all I have to give
Take them my love for as
long as I live

I will love you till
the day I die
Don't look for reasons
or even question why

If you said you were lonely
I would be there at your side
If you said you were sad
I would wipe the tears you cried

I would give you anything
the moon, the stars, the sunset too
this heart in my hands
that I hold out to you

Take these from me
they are all I have to give
keep them my love
for as long as you live

Sen Yoksun Ya

Yoksun ya güneş doğmuyor
Her şarkıda hüzün var
Şiirler bile dost değil
Her mısrada yüzün var
Yastığımda hala kokun var
Her tarafta yüzün var

you not here and sun doesnt rise
sorrow in every song
even the poems are not friendly
your face in every line
your smell on my pillow
your face is everywer

Sen yoksun ya sanki yarım kalmışım
Sen yoksun ya çıldırmış bunalmışım
Sen yoksun ya hep bu şarkıyı çalmışım
Sen neredesin...? ? ?

you are not here and im half
im mad and depressed
you are not here and i always listen this song
where are you?

Ne hayallerimiz vardı
Yar beni anlayacaktı
Kar düştü umutlara
Böyle mi olacaktı
Korkuyorum yarınımdan
Böyle mi olacaktı

what dreams we have
darling will understand me
it snowed on hopes
would this love end like this?
im afraid of my tomorrow
would it be like this?

Sen yoksun ya şimdi bomboş sokaklar
Sen yoksun ya gözyaşım pişmanlık saklar
Sen yoksun ya umurumda mı yasaklar
Sen neredesin...? ? ?

you are not here and the streets are empty
you are not here and my tears carry penitence
you are not here who cares prohibitions
where are you?

Yoksun...
Yoksun...
Beni anlamıyorsun...
Yoksun...
Yoksun...
Niye gelmiyorsun...? ? ? ?

u not here
not here
u dont understand me
not here
not here
why dont you come?

Fatih Kısaparmak

(editor boop hadi correct me) i couldnt see u around so published it

Paint Your Love


I'll paint your mood in shades of blue
Paint my soul to be with you
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones
Draw your mouth upon my own
I'll draw my arms around your waist
And then all doubt shall erase
I'll paint the cool wet rain that softly lands
Upon the crescents of your hands
I'll paint the sun that warms your heart
With hopes that our love can start
I'll paint the stars in the deep night sky
Draw their light into their eyes
I'll trace your hand to hold mine
A touching kiss to mark the time
I'll paint the truth, Show how I feel
And try to make this completely real
I'll use a brush so light and fine
To draw your close and make you mine
Hoping all I have painted could be true

© By Gerald DeCoteau

Bir Çift Göz

Sarı saçlı güneş doğarken mavi gözlü denizden
Bir çift göz vardır her sabah bu ufukları seyreden

With A Flower

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.


I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

Emily Dickinson

I never noticed this thread before. Ok, so, my favourite poem now, for my favourite person...very apt...

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other:then
laugh,leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

e. e. cummings

You Left Me

You left me, sweet, two legacies, -
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.



by Emily Dickinson

Cumartesi - Saturday
Bakışların gittiğin yerden uzak,
Yoksa gelirdim;
'Sensiz anlamsızlığımı anladım, dön v.s.' demek için

Bugün burada cumartesi,
Ben senin saçlarını, suçlar bakışlarını,
Geveze susuşlarını bile özledim

Ayrılık bu söyle sende farklı mı zaman?
Aynı soğuk.. Aynı hazan...

Bugün orda da Cumartesi mi
Sen de beni, 'benim kadar' özledin mi,
'Aynalardan kaçarken özlenmeyi beklemek'...
Ne kadar acı, ne kadar komik..
..Ve bana ait değil mi?
Gülme!
İncinirim...

**************************************************

Your glance is far than the place where you went
Otherwise I would come
I realized my meaninglessness without you to say ' turn back etc'.

Today is saturday here
I missed your hair, your accusing glance and even your talkative silence

Separateness is such, is the time different with you?
Same cold.. . same autumn...

is today saturday there?
Did you miss me as much as I did
To expect being missed while escaping from mirrors
How painful how funny
and does it belong to me?
Dont laugh!
I would be hurt...

Translated by Erdem

Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

The Telephone
by: Robert Frost

"When I was just as far as I could walk
From here today,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the windowsill--
Do you remember what it was you said?"

"First tell me what it was you thought you heard."

"Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word--
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say--
Someone said 'Come'--I heard it as I bowed."

"I may have thought as much, but not aloud."

"Well, so I came."

To...
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall-

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.

by edgar allan poe

I do not speak for loves
That later turn into peacefulness and vanish
I do not speak for afternoons
Painted red from the twilight

I speak for loves
That later turn into a roaring sea
I speak for those afternoons
When the glance has nowhere to turn to

I do not speak for bells
That ring to celebrate love
I do not speak for tight embraces and words
That can rouse the moon

I speak for voices
That stay up in full moons at nights
I speak for secret whispers
That make sleeplessness a close friend

I do not speak for paths
Lost in fear and despair
I speak for roads, straight endless lines
Parallel, yet without destination...

deleted because it was a song not poem

When We Two Are Parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

may my heart always be open - ee cummings


may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

SENI SEVDIĞIM KADAR

Güneş yine tepemde
sen artık bir serapsın
yanlızlığın çölünde.
ve biliyorum ki;
Hiç kimseyi özlemedim,
seni özlediğim kadar...

Boğaz hala masmavi.
sen artık bir martı yuvasız
göklerde.
ve biliyorum ki;
Hiç kimseyi beklemedim,
seni beklediğim kadar...

Yol belgeselleri çekmiyorum,
Yollar sensiz ve sevisiz
güzellikler şehrinde.
ve biliyorum ki;
Hiç kimseyi öpmedim,
seni öptüğüm kadar.

Kuşlar ağaçlara küstü
ay bulutların ardında,
deniz fenerin çakmiyor artık.
Ve sen de biliyorsun ki;
hiç kimseyi sevmedim,
seni sevdiğim kadar...

AS MUCH AS I HAVE LOVED YOU

The Sun is burning again
and you are a fantasy
in a desert of loneliness.
And I know
I havent missed anyone
so much as I have missed you.

The sea are still shining blue.
And you are a seamew lost in
the sky
and I know;
I havent waited for anyone
as much as I have
waited for you...

No more do I make documentaries
of journeys
journeys now without you
are meaningless in this land of beauty.
and I know;
I havent kissed anyone
as much as I have kissed you.

Birds dont talk anymore to trees
The moon is hidind behind the clouds
your lighthouse doesnt light anymore
and you know my love
I havent loved anyone
as much as I have loved you

Translated by Erdinç

Bir Gün - Ãœmit Yaşar Oğuzcan

Apansız uyanırsan gecenin bir yerinde
Gözlerin uzun uzun karanlığa dalarsa
Bir sıcaklık duyarsan üşÃ¼yen ellerinde
Ve saatler gecikmiş zamanları çalarsa
Bil ki seni düşÃ¼nüyorum

Bir vapur yanaşırsa rıhtımına bin, acil
Örtün karanlıkları masmavi denizlerde
Ve dinle kalbimi bak nasıl çarpıyor nasıl
O bütün özlemlerin koyulaştığı yerde
Bil ki seni bekliyorum

Bir sabah gün doğarken aç perdelerini, bak
Sevinçle balkonuna konuyorsa martılar
Kendini tadılmamış derin bir hazza bırak
Dökülsün dudağından en umutlu şarkılar
Bil ki seni istiyorum

Gecelerden bir gece uyanırsan apansız
Uzaklarda elemli, garip bir kuş öterse
Bir ceylan ağlıyorsa dağlarda yapayalnız
Ve bir gün kabrimde bir kara gül biterse
Bil ki seni seviyorum


One Day - Ãœmit Yaşar Oğuzcan

If you wake up all of a sudden in the middle of the night
If you get lost in your thoughts looking into the darkness
If you feel a warmth on your cold hands
And if the alarm clock rings times that are too late
Know that I am thinking of you

If a ferry approaches your quay, get on, hurry
Take the darkness as your blanket on the blue seas
And listen to my heart, how it beats
In that place where all the longing condenses
Know that I am waiting for you

One morning, at the start of a new day, open your curtains and look
If the seagulls are landing on your balcony with happiness
Leave yourself to a deep untasted joy
Let the most hopeful songs come out of your lips
Know that I want you

If you wake up all of a sudden, one night among all the nights
If you hear the chirping of a poor, sorrowful bird at a distance
If a gazelle is crying on the mountains, alone
And if a black rose grows on my grave one day
Know that I love you

No apologies for posting another poem already featured on this site - because it takes my breath away and so I will dedicate it to the one I love:

Nasıl oldu anlayamadım
Tanıştık
Birdenbire
Nedenini sorma boşyere
Seni kucaklamak geldi içimden
Kendimi tutamadım işte geldim yanına

Anladım sendin aradığım hayatım boyunca
Kim koşup açmaz hemen aşk kapıyı çalınca
Yalnız yaşamak zor beklemek ondan da zor
Çektiklerim artık yeter gel benimle ol
Mantık irade kuvvet
Sevince pek işlemiyor
Canım seninle olmak istiyor

İnanmazdım sevgiye
Gülerdim ben herkese
Derdim; insan kısmetini kendi bulur isterse
Oysa sözler ne kadar boş insan sevince
Kalbim sanki deli gibi seni görünce

Mantık irade kuvvet
Sevince pek işlemiyor
Canım seninle olmak istiyor



I couldn't comprehend how, but
We met
Out of nowhere.
Don't ask me why, there is no point
I just wanted to hug you.
I couldn't help myself, and I came to you.

I see now, it was you I have been looking for all my life
Is there anyone who won't open the door when it's love knocking...
It is hard to live alone, but it is even harder to wait
I suffered enough, come and stay with me.
Reason, determination, strength...
They just don't work when you are in love
I want to be with you.

I used to not believe in love
I used to laugh at other people
I used to say, one will create his own destiny
But words are vain when you are in love
My heart goes crazy whenever I see you

Reason, determination, strength...
They just don't work when you are in love
I want to be with you.

Zuhal Olcay

SMALL AUTUMN ΕLEGY - Christos Koulouris

This wind will betray us.

Telling everywhere,
That it was yesterday that you held in your hands
The heartbeat of an autumn,
And you saw the swooning of a town under the rain.

This wind will betray us.

Whistling everywhere,
Which streets we walked in the night,
In which windows the dreams of people were gleaming,
Which gardens bloomed with our breath.

This wind will betray us.

All alone it was following us,
Gathering the love from each step we took,
From each moment,
That turns into an ocean blue wave and strikes us back with passion.

This wind will betray us.

It took the shiver from our bodies,
And all the courage, that hides inside our desire,
The height from the stars, the sob from the sea, the odd bitterness,
That the teardrop of rain brings, when it rolls on a face.

This wind will betray us.

There will exist no other moment like now,
It is now that the feeling is living inside us all alive,
The sense of the new juice in the blood, the joy of consent,
The journey in the silence of debt and …the end.

VE SENI KAYBETMEK (and losing you)

O seni düşÃ¼nmek yok mu
Geceler dolusu seni düşÃ¼nmek
Sarılmak karanlıklara sen diye
Sen diye kucaklamak yorganı okşamak, öpmek

O seni beklemek yok mu
Her gün sabahlara dek uykusuz beklemek
Ahh, ayak sesleri, kapı gıcırtıları bilemezsin
Bir defa yaşamaktır o, bin defa ölmek

O seni özlemek yok mu
Saçlarını, ellerini, dudaklarını özlemek
Uzun uzun gözgöze gelmek seninle
Seninle bir olmak, beraber olmak, sevişmek

O seni gizlemek yok mu
Kuşlardan, çiçeklerden bile kıskanıp gizlemek
Seni saklamak içimde delice, divanece
Öylece yaşamak seni, öylece sevmek

Ve seni kaybetmek yok mu
Bulduktan sonra seni kaybetmek
İşte o beni yakan, yıkan, solduran
Ses versem de duyamazsın artık
Yüreğimde kan, gözlerimde kan, dudaklarımda kan

Ahmet Selcuk İLKAN



That thinking of you?
full of nights thinking of you
hugging darkness as if it is you
hugging blankets as if it is you, caressing, kissing

That waiting for you?
everyday waiting sleepless till mornings
Aaahh, that foot step sounds, the moans of doors you cant know
living once is that, and dying thousand times

that missing you?
missing your hair, your hands, you lips.
being eye to eye long and long times with you
being one with you, being together with you, and making love.

That hiding you?
from birds,and flowers jealosing and hiding
keeping you inside of me crazily, madly
living you like that, loving you

And that losing you?
losing you after finding...
and thats burning me, ruining me, fading me
even if i shout you dont hear anymore
blood in my heart, blood in my eyes, blood on my lips

I Loved You
by Alexander Pushkin

I loved you-
even now I may confess
Some embers of my love their fire retain
But do not let it cause you more distress-
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous the timid know
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

Jacques Prevert - This Love

This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless
This love
Beautiful as the day
And bad as the weather
When the weather is bad
This love so true
This love so beautiful
So happy
So joyous
And so pathetic
Trembling with fear like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a tranquil man in the middle of the night
This love that made others afraid
That made them speak
That made them go pale
This love intently watched
Because we intently watch it
Run down hurt trampled finished denied forgotten
Because we ran it down hurt it trampled
it finished it denied it forgot it

This whole entire love
Still so lively
And so sunny
It's yours
It's mine
That which has been
This always new thing
And which hasn't changed
As true as a plant
As trembling as a bird
As warm as live as summer
We can both of us
Come and go
We can forget
And then go back to sleep
Wake up suffer grow old
Go back to sleep again
Awake smile and laugh
And feel younger
Our love stays there
Stubborn as an ass
Lively as desire
Cruel as memory
Foolish as regrets
Tender as remembrance
Cold as marble
Beautiful as day
Fragile as a child
It watches us, smiling

And it speaks to us without saying a word
And me I listen to it, trembling
And I cry out
I cry out for you
I cry out for me
I beg you
For you for me for all who love each other
And who loved each other
Yes I cry out to it
For you for me and for all the others
That I don't know
Stay there
There where you are
There where you were in the past
Stay there
Don't move
Don't go away
We who loved each other
We've forgotten you
Don't forget us
We had only you on the earth
Don't let us become cold
Always so much farther away
And anywhere
Give us a sign of life
Much later on a dark night
In the forest of memory
Appear suddenly
Hold your hand out to us
And save us...

I hide you inside me...
Constantly I stroll around the end of my logic
On the edge, where it meets the unreasonable, I roam
Which logic can bring you here, beside me?
Inexistent…

In the absurd, in the imaginary
I can undisturbed speak to you
For the unspoken that besiege my thoughts
And your thoughts…yes...

And you speak to me, you sing to me, you carry me away
Your words crimson roses that stretch out their petals to my each corner
Your breath shapes waves of desire in my mind’s ocean
Also unutterable...

Your kiss on my lips speaks of journeys
Narrated a thousand times...
I touch your lips and with my fingers I follow
Their shape…
Like a journey in the ocean...

And when you touch me, the full moon above us is dyed red
And entirely full and proud it shines night and day in the sky…

If You Were Coming In The Fall
by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year
I'd wind the months in balls
And put them into separate drawers
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed
I'd count them on my hand
Subtracting 'till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land

If certain when this life was out
That yours and mine should be
I'd toss life yonder like a rind
And taste eternity.

But now all ignorant of length,
Of times uncertain wing,
It goads me like the goblin bee
That will not state its sting!

hi sophie! i like those poem from you.. keep it up!

All Because of You

Author: Alyssa

Dark days become sunny
Frigid days become warm,
Rainy days become cloudless
And lightning got wiped away from the storm.

Oceans sing,
Rocks cry out,
Mountains roar,
And tree branches shout.

The stars fall
Right out of the sky.
The moon winks
And the sun went dry.

All because you said one thing
All because you said it true
All because you made me smile
All because you said I love you.

Nostalgia

From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly

You’re not in love, you say, and you don’t remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldn’t shed like you did at first,
you’re not in love and you don’t remember, even though you cry.

Suddenly you’ll see two blue eyes
- how long it’s been! - that you caressed one night;
as though inside yourself you hear
an old unhappiness stirring and waking up.

These memories of time past
will begin their danse macabre;
and like then, your bitter tear will
well up on your eyelid and fall.

The eyes suspended - pale suns -
the light that thaws the frozen heart,
the dead loves that begin to stir,
the old sorrows that again ignite. . . .


Νοσταλγία

Μεσ' από το βάθος των καλών καιρών
οι αγάπες μας πικρά μας χαιρετάνε.

Δεν αγαπάς και δε θυμάσαι, λες.
Κι αν φούσκωσαν τα στήθη κι αν δακρύζεις
που δε μπορείς να κλάψεις όπως πρώτα,
δεν αγαπάς και δε θυμάσαι, ας κλαίς.

Ξάφνου θα ιδείς δυό μάτια γαλανά
-πόσος καιρός!- τα χάιδεψες μιά νύχτα,
και σα ν' ακούς εντός σου να σαλεύει
μιά συφορά παλιά και να ξυπνά.

Θα στήσουνε μακάβριο το χορό
οι θύμησες στα περασμένα γύρω,
και θ' ανθίσει στο βλέφαρο σαν τότε
και θα πέσει το δάκρυ σου πικρό.

Τα μάτια που κρεμούν - ήλιοι χλωμοί -
το φώς στο χιόνι της καρδιάς και λιώνει,
οι αγάπες που σαλεύουν πεθαμένες,
οι πρώτοι ξανά που άναψαν καημοί…


Ностальгия

Из глубины счастливых времён наша
любовь горько нас приветствует

Не любишь и не помнишь, скажешь,
И вдруг теснится грудь, и плачешь
О том, что всё уже не так, как раньше.
Не любишь и не помнишь, плачешь.

Вдруг, неожиданно, два глаза голубых
-ах, сколько времени! ласкала ночью их –
И тут почувствуешь, что словно всколыхнётся
Обида старая и всё опять проснётся.

Устроим пляску смерти на года.
Поплачем о своём умершем прошлом.
Набухнет на ресницах, как тогда,
И упадёт слеза, со вкусом горьким.

Глаза опущены –и тусклы их лучи-
Свет льётся в сердце, лёд его растает.
Любовь и чувства, что казалось уж мертвы,
Печаль былую в моём сердце разжигают


Konstantinos Karyotakis

I was searching for the poems for the friend but unfortunately couldn' find. Sorry I will post mine here for Sophia mou.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had halfimpaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all bellow,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Bayron

This sonnet has been in my head all day - maybe because it's been such a beautiful, sunny one!! When you say it, it sounds like a song So, I HAVE to post it, and will dedicate it to my love...

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers day?
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Seni DüşÃ¼nmek - Nazım Hikmet

Seni düşÃ¼nmek güzel şey, ümitli şey,
Dünyanın en güzel sesinden
En güzel şarkıyı dinlemek gibi birşey...
Fakat artık ümit yetmiyor bana,
Ben artık şarkı dinlemek değil,
Şarkı söylemek istiyorum.

Thinking of you

Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,
It is like listening to the most beautiful song
From the most beautiful voice on earth...
But hope is not enough for me any more,
I don't want to listen to songs any more,
I want to sing.

Nice username. Very creative.

Welcome back, TT! ...in my heart you were always present!

Bir Gece Ansizin Gelebilirim ( one night i may come suddenly)
.
Bu kadar yürekten çagirma beni!
Bir gece ansizin gelebilirim.
Beni bekliyorsan, uyumamissan,
Sevinçten kapinda ölebilirim.

Belki de hayata yeni baslarim,
Içimde küllenen kor alevlenir,
Bakarsin hiç gitmem kölen olurum,
Belki de seversin beni kim bilir.

Kal dersen, daglarca severim seni,
Bir deniz olurum ayaklarinda,
Ask bu özleyis bu, hiç belli olmaz,
Kalbim duruverir dudaklarinda.

Ya da unuturum kim oldugumu,
Hatirlamam belki adimi bile,
Belki de çildirir, deli olurum,
Sana kavusmanin heyacaniyla...

Ask bu, bilinir mi nereye varir,
Ne durdurur özlemini, seveni...
Bakarsin ansizin gelebilirim,
Bu kadar yürekten çagirma beni.
.
Ãœmit Yasar Oguzcan
.
i ll translate later

When searching through my dad's old poetry posters for in his Literature-classroom, I found this one. I am not sure if it's about love or maybe religious, but i'll definitely take the poster with me and I'll dedicate it to my love now:


Glorie door Tom van Deel

Het is weer helemaal genieten.
Zo zou het altijd moeten zijn: licht
en vredig dus, alsof alles ineens
voor altijd en nooit weer is. Geen lengte
van dagen, geen gevoel van
weg te moeten en te huilen. Nooit
gaat meer iets voorbij.


Glory, by Tom van Deel

Yet again it is all to enjoy
This is the way it should be, forever: light
and peaceful, as if everything suddenly is forever and everything is never again. No lengths
of days, no feeling of having to leave and to cry. Nothing will ever pass by again (it's endless).


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The translation is not that well, but I think it sounds rather good in Dutch.

BEN EYLÃœL SEN HAZİRAN / Me September, You June

Bir eylüldü başlayan içimde
Ağaçlar dökmüştü yapraklarını
Çimenler sararmıştı
Rengi solmuştu tüm çiçeklerin
Gökyüzünü kara bulutlar sarmıştı
Katar gidiyordu kuşlar uzaklara
Deli deli esiyordu rüzgar
Dağılmıştı yazdan kalan ne varsa
Yaşanmamış bir mevsim gibiydi bahar

it was a september that starts inside of me
trees had left his leaves
the grasses had turned into yellow
the colors had faded away, of all flowers
the sky had been covered by dark clouds
trains of birds were flying away
the wind was blowing crazily
it has been ruined what remained from summer
the spring was like a season that never lived

Neydi o bir zamanlar
Sevmişliğim, sevilmişliğim
O heyheyler, o delişmenlikler neydi
Ne bu kadere boyun eğmişliğim
Ne bu acıdan korlaşan yürek
Ne bu kurumuş nehir; gözyaşım
Önümdeki diz boyu karanlıklar da ne
Ne bu ardımdaki kül yığını; elli yaşım

what was those times
i had loved, i had been loved
what was those tempers, overimpulsivenesses
what is that my accepting destiny
what is that heart turns into embers with sorrow
what is that dried river; my tears
What is that long darknesses infront of me
what is that ash amount behind me; my fifty years

Beni kötü yakaladın haziran
Gamlı, yıkık eylül sonuma
Bir ilk yaz tazeliği getirdin
Masmavi göğünle
Cana can katan güneşinle
Pırıl pırıl engin denizinle girdin içime
Çiçekler açtı dokunduğun
Çimler büyüdü yürüdüğün
Ve güller katmer oldu güldüğün yerde

you caught me badly june
heavy with grief, ruined at the end of september
brought a first summer freshness
with your blue blue sky
wiht your sun gives life to soul
with your gigantic shining sea you went inside me
flowers opened where you touched
grasess grew where you walked
and roses doubled where you smiled

Başımda senin kuşların kanat çırpıyor şimdi
Oldurduğun yemişlerin ağırlığından
Dallarım yere değiyor
Güneşi batmadan saçlarının
Bir dolunay doğuyor bakışlarından
Gün boyu senden bir meltem esiyor yanan alnıma
Uykusuz gecelerim seninle apaydınlık
Başım dönüyor, of başım dönüyor yaşamaktan
Ölebilirim artık

over my head, your birds areflapping their wings now
with the weight of the nuts you ripened
my hands are touching ground
without setting the sun of your hair
a fullmoon is rising in your looks
during the day, from you a breeze is blowing to my burning forehead
my sleepless nights are birghtfull with you
i am feeling dizzy, of i am feeling dizzy because of living
i can day now..

Ölme diyorsan; gitme kal öyleyse
Sarıl sımsıkı, tenim ol, beni bırakma
Baksana; parmak uçlarım ateş
Lavlar fışkırıyor göz bebeklerimden
Hadi gel, tut ellerimi, benimle yan
Benimle meydan oku her çaresizliğe
Benimle uyu, benimle uyan
Birlikte varalım on üçüncü aylara

if you say dont die; Don't go stay then!
embrace me tightly, be my skin, dont leave me
look; my fingers are fire
lavas are springing up from my pupillas
Come now, hold my hands, burn with me
Challenge with me to all desperations
Sleep with me, wake up with me
Let's reach together to the thirteenth months


ÃœMİT YAŞAR OĞUZCAN

I don't think you will
Ever fully understand
How you've touched my life
And made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
Just how truly special you are
That even on the darkest nights
You are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
How you've made my dreams come true
Or how you've opened my heart
To love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience
Something very hard to find
Unconditional love that exists
In my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
All the love I have to give
And I'm sure you'll never realize
You've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
And without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
Completes and fulfils every part of me.

ThaT's fOr mY BaBY... şÃ¼krü

Akgün Akova - AŞK VE KUYRUKLUYILDIZ

gittiğim bütün hekimler aynı şeyleri söylediler
söz birliği etmişcesine
"aşk hastalığıdır bunun adı
ve çok sarsar insanı bu yaştan sonra"

oysa ne yalan söyliyeyim,
ben yalnızca
bir kuyrukluyıldıza
çarptığımı sanmıştım
yaşamın çıkmaz sokaklarında yürürken
yüreğim bir patlamayla aydınlanınca


LOVE AND A COMET

all the doctors I consulted
said the same thing
- as if they'd planned it:
"you've caught love, a disease
which isn't easy to bear at your age"

whereas I had thought
that I'd simply crashed
into a comet
when my heart brightened up
with a flash
in a blind-alley of life

BİRGÃœN ANLARSIN (you understand one day)


Uykuların kaçar geceleri, bir türlü sabah olmayı bilmez.
Dikilir gözlerin tavanda bir noktaya,
Deli eden bir uğultudur başlar kulaklarında
Ne çarşaf halden anlar ne yastık.
Girmez pencerelerden beklediğin o aydınlık.
Onun unutamadığın hayali,
Sigaradan derin bir nefes çekmişÃ§esine dolar içine.
Kapanır yatağına çaresizliğine ağlarsın.
Sevmek ne imiş bir gün anlarsın.

Bir gün anlarsın aslında her şeyin boş olduğunu.
Şerefin, faziletin, iyiliğin, güzelliğin.
Gün gelir de sesini bir kerecik duyabilmek için,
Vurursun başını soğuk taş duvarlara.
Büyür gitgide incinmişliğin kırılmışlığın.
Duyarsın,
Ta derinden acısını, çaresiz kalmışlığın.
Sevmek ne imiş bir gün anlarsın.

Bir gün anlarsın ne işe yaradığını ellerinin.
Niçin yaratıldığını.
Bu iğrenç dünyaya neden geldiğini.
Uzun uzun seyredersin aynalarda güzelliğini.
Boşuna geçip giden günlerine yanarsın.
Dolar gözlerin, için burkulur.
Sevmek ne imiş bir gün anlarsın.

Bir gün anlarsın tadını sevilen dudakların.
Sevilen gözlerin erişilmezliğini.
O hiç beklenmeyen saat geldi mi?
Düşer saçların önüne, ama bembeyaz.
Uzanır, gökyüzüne ellerin.
Ama çaresiz,
Ama yorgun,
Ama bitkin.
Bir zaman geçmiş günlerin hayaline dalarsın.
Sonra dizilir birbiri ardına gerçekler, acı.
Sevmek ne imiş bir gün anlarsın.

Bir gün anlarsın hayal kurmayı;
Beklemeyi, ümit etmeyi.
Bir kirli gömlek gibi çıkarıp atasın gelir
Bütün vücudunu saran o korkunç geceyi.
Lanet edersin yaşadığına...
Maziden ne kalmışsa yırtar atarsın.
O zaman bir çiçek büyür kabrimde, kendiliğinden.
Seni sevdiğimi işte o gün anlarsın.

ÃœMİT YAŞAR OĞUZCAN



*the translation is present here:
http://www.turkishclass.com/poem_116

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings