thank you for sharing poems with us, realy good..

I have given my heart to you

When I wake up in the mornings, the frost falls on me

Being without you feels like ice cold

I shake myself and get up from my dream filled bed

I get scared, you will have gone if I take my head off my pillow

My heart is in your palms my love, I have given it to you

So you can feel  every single pulse in my life

Though the fate is trying to break it, hold my heart firmly

Hold it tight, so  Cenk can live a bit longer

my try

thank you handsom

Yüreðim

Bir gün ateþ, bir gün su olur yüreðim

Yakar herþeyi sonra söndürür

Bir gün kar olur, bir gün yaðmur

Yýðýlýr kalýr , sel olur gider.

Mutlu olur seni gördüðünde,

Heyecan sarar sesini duyduðunda

Atýþlarý bir orkestra gibi, çalar sana þarkýlarýný

Her defasýnda ismin yankýlanýr damarlarýnda

Bir gün ateþ, bir gün su olur ama

Sadece avuçlarýnda ýsýnýr yüreðim...

Cenk...

My heart

My heart becomes a fire some days and water in others

It burns everything and then puts the fire off

My heart becomes snow somedays and rain in others

Stays as piles of snow, becomes flood and goes away

It gets delighted when sees you

Gets excited when it hears your voice

Its beating is like an orchestra, plays its songs for you 

With every pulse, your name is reverberated in my vessels

It becomes a fire some days and water in others

But, my heart gets warmer in your palms only

My try Cenk

I have given my heart to you

When I wake up in the mornings, the frost falls on me

Being without you feels like ice cold

I shake myself and get up from my dream filled bed

I get scared, you will have gone if I take my head off my pillow

My heart is in your palms my love, I have given it to you

So you can feel  every single pulse in my life

Though the fate is trying to break it, hold my heart firmly

Hold it tight, so  Cenk can live a bit longer

My heart

My heart becomes a fire some days and water in others

It burns everything and then puts the fire off

My heart becomes snow somedays and rain in others

Stays as piles of snow, becomes flood and goes away

It gets delighted when sees you

Gets excited when it hears your voice

Its beating is like an orchestra, plays its songs for you 

With every pulse, your name is reverberated in my vessels

It becomes a fire some days and water in others

But, my heart gets warmer in your palms only

i realy like read poems and yours are realy great..

how can you write these beautiful poems? wish i could write a poem , i just cant find the words ... is there any clue to find right words for a poem?

 thnx for your compliment,

i can write these poems because i can hear my heart what it says and because i have a very beautiful source..

if you want to write something,

first, you must feel something

second, you must listen your heart..

New one for today ;

Yüksek duvarlý, dar ve karanlýk bir yol,
Sonsuzluða açýlan bir kapý ve ardýnda sen,
Gözlerimi kamaþtýran bir parýltý
Güneþ gibi sýcaklýðýn geliyor uzaklardan

Bazen koþtum, bazen yürüdüm, bazen de yoruldum
Kaybolduðumda karanlýkta gözlerindi ruhumu aydýnlatan
Dayanmak zordu aslýnda ellerin ellerimde olmadan
Yaklaþtýkça uzaklaþan bir umut
Mutluluða , aþkýna açýlan bir kapý ve ardýnda sen...

Cenk...

 in one of your poems I still remember -you wrote"the heart is a key for freedom....".Good to see you still on a poetry track....keep going just as you do...

* * *
yesterday I wrote poems just as today
I dispense kisses my kisses have become
cheaper poems grow more and more scarce
poems I now write only
when the flower´s color hurts me
or when a bat
flying through the night
touches my cheek
I kiss in every season
I kiss those randomly met
students doctors poets
they then write poems about it
just as I dispense kisses
by handfuls
carelessly
rashly

By Halina Poświatowska,modern Polish late poet

thanx 

it was  "Hope is the key of the heart, opening the way to freedom" 

 exactly,but as I was burning the midnight oil couple of the last days I converted the meaning of this line....but preserved gistDid I?