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Hasretinden Prangalar Eskittim

(Ahmed Arif)

Seni, anlatabilmek seni.

İyi çocuklara, kahramanlara.

Seni anlatabilmek seni, Namussuza, halden bilmeze,

Kahpe yalana.

Ard-arda kaç zemheri,

Kurt uyur, kuş uyur, zindan uyurdu.

Dışarda gürül-gürül akan bir dünya...

Bir ben uyumadım,

Kaç leylim bahar, Hasretinden prangalar eskittim.

Saçlarına kan gülleri takayım, Bir o yana Bir bu yana...

Seni bağırabilsem seni,

Dipsiz kuyulara,

Akan yıldıza,

Bir kibrit çöpüne varana,

Okyanusun en ıssız dalgasına

Düşmüş bir kibrit çöpüne.

Yitirmiş tılsımını ilk sevmelerin,

Yitirmiş öpücükleri,

Payı yok, apansız inen akşamdan,

Bir kadeh, bir cigara, dalıp gidene,

Seni anlatabilsem seni...

Yokluğun, Cehennemin öbür adıdır

Üşüyorum, kapama gözlerini...

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* 3 am *

she had an ocean of thoughts

which pierced through her eyes

as she saw her reflection

in the mirror

she lost herself, in the steady gaze

a pocket of regret

seeped through every opening

a cloudy amalgam filled her heart

silent screams roared in the chest chambers

wanting to escape the lips,

but couldn’t

a lonely ache penetrates

like the stars, miss the sun

in the morning skies

isolated; complete solitude

it is as if the clock

never moves past 3am

the hour thoughts never

leave,

and the soul bleeds

having a reoccurring nightmare

while being wide awake

the dark hour, which

never welcomes the light

the very part of us

we try to deny

that portion, which the pool

of passion is stirred

passion which brings

forth both

life and death

musings are birthed

from that pool

the only known outlet

the only release

of such hell

that claws from the

inside out

the truth serum

which bleeds

from heart, mind

and soul

the very thing

that you breathe in

but,

can never let go

the very thing that chains you

binds you

the very thing you drown in

again and again

hellacious bondage

of 3am

Pic credit : Pinterest

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#poetry #poeticstories #poets on tumblr #poem #poets corner #dark poem

A Prisoner In a Dungeon Deep

(Poem by Anne Bronte)

A prisoner in a dungeon deep

Sat musing silently;

His head was rested on his hand,

His elbow on his knee.

Turned he his thoughts to future times

Or are they backward cast?

For freedom is he pining now

Or mourning for the past?

No, he has lived so long enthralled

Alone in dungeon gloom

That he has lost regret and hope,

Has ceased to mourn his doom.

He pines not for the light of day

Nor sighs for freedom now;

Such weary thoughts have ceased at length

To rack his burning brow.

Lost in a maze of wandering thoughts

He sits unmoving there;

That posture and that look proclaim

The stupor of despair.

Yet not for ever did that mood

Of sullen calm prevail;

There was a something in his eye

That told another tale.

It did not speak of reason gone,

It was not madness quite;

It was a fitful flickering fire,

A strange uncertain light.

And sooth to say, these latter years

Strange fancies now and then

Had filled his cell with scenes of life

And forms of living men.

A mind that cannot cease to think

Why needs he cherish there?

Torpor may bring relief to pain

And madness to despair.

Such wildering scenes, such flitting shapes

As feverish dreams display:

What if those fancies still increase

And reason quite decay?

But hark, what sounds have struck his ear;

Voices of men they seem;

And two have entered now his cell;

Can this too be a dream?

'Orlando, hear our joyful news:

Revenge and liberty!

Your foes are dead, and we are come

At last to set you free.'

So spoke the elder of the two,

And in the captive's eyes

He looked for gleaming ecstasy

But only found surprise.

'My foes are dead! It must be then

That all mankind are gone.

For they were all my deadly foes

And friends I had not one.'

Painting by Mariusz Lewandowski

#dark poem #dark art #gothic poem #anne bronte #gothic art #painting #poem #poems of tumblr

A Night Elf Prays

Consume me, night

I call for you

To recover my wounds

And deep in mud sorrows

Pulling me in.

Embrace me, night

For I am your child

In need of mother's bosom.

Take me in, night

I was born from you,

I shall come back to you.

Lead me to your darkness, night

Into the deep corners

Where I can hide my thoughts, my loves, my fears.

I trust in you, night

Keep me safe

Make me your own...

SilenceWhispered

22.06.2020

Picture by Lois Van Baarle

#spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled words #dark poem #dark fantasy #dark #darkart #poem #night elf #night elves #my poem

Hey, That's No way To Say Goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time

Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme

You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me

It's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new

In city and in forest they smiled like me and you

But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Leonard Cohen

Painting by Monika Luniak

#poem #song #music #leonard cohen #love poem #Spotify

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yurekbali

Leyla sevmek hoştur amma Mecnun olmak başkadır başka. Şarap içmek hoştur amma ayık olmak başkadır başka. Yâre varmak hoştur amma yaren olmak başkadır başka. Ateş olmak hoştur amma yanık olmak başkadır başka. Talip olmak hoştur amma dengin bulmak başkadır başka. Âşık olmak hoştur amma sadık olmak başkadır başka. - Ömer Lütfi Mete, Başkadır Başka - Görsel: Andrey Aranyshev

#Ömer Lütfi Mete #Başkadır Başka #Şiir

yurekbali

Şair eder insanı çocukluğun taşra kentleri, parklar içinden geçen okul yolları, sırtta çanta ile yakalanılan yağmurlar, tahta köprüler, su kıyılarında gezinen ördekler… Gök ne sonsuzdur, yürek ne kadar aç, pastane vitrininden geçip okul yolunda koşunca dolacakmış gibi gelir. Demiryolu boyunca trenlerin tıkırtısı tıp tıp atar içinde göğüs kafesinin, derken rüzgârda uçuşan bir kumral saçın ardından dağılıverir bütün hayallerin. Sanki çocuklar şair olsun diyedir çam ormanlarının kokusu, bahçeli evler, karlı sessiz yollar, sevgili öğretmenler, birkaç kitap, film… - Turgay Fişekçi, Tuna'nın Kaynağında (Nerdesin?) - Görsel: KiSei2_

#Şair #Şiir #Çocukluk #Turgay Fişekçi #Tuna'nın Kaynağında

yurekbali

Sahip olunmaya değer hiç kimseye tam anlamıyla sahip olunamaz; şunu kalbinin üstüne koy, benim küçük kızgın sevgilim; bu gerçeği, bu sert ve değerli taşı, koy sıcak yanağının üstüne, bırak saklasın gözyaşını. Yalnız olduğunda bir kristal gibi tut onu ve dikkatle bak buzlu taşın derinliklerine uzun, uzun bak ve mutlu ol: Sahip olunmaya değer hiç kimseye tam anlamıyla sahip olunamaz. - Sara Teasdale, Bir Genç Kıza Öğüt (Çeviri: Nurduran Duman) - Görsel: Lola Gil

#Sara Teasdale #Bir Genç Kıza Öğüt #Şiir

dustseeker

When we say goodbye it can be for one day

or forever. There is no straight line from here

to forever. You are brushing your teeth

like forever. Like you need to be cleansed.

But forever could be shorter than this night.

Gone forever. Back one day. Or never. Oh I hope

that forever is reserved for the filthy & the brave.

#poetry #poem #poems of tumblr #poets on tumblr

apoemaday

There Is a War

by Leonard Cohen

There is a war between the rich and poor, A war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the ones who say there is a war And the ones who say there isn’t. Why don’t you come on back to the war? That’s right, get in it. Why don’t you come on back to the war? It’s just beginning. Well, I live here with a woman and a child– The situation makes me kind of nervous. Yes, I rise up from her arms; she says “I guess you call this love.” I call it service. Why don’t you come on back to the war? Don’t be a tourist, Why don’t you come on back to the war before it hurts us? Why don’t you come on back to the war? Let’s all get nervous. You cannot stand what I’ve become; You much prefer the gentleman I was before. I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control, I didn’t even know there was a war. Why don’t you come on back to the war? Don’t be embarrassed, Why don’t you come on back to the war? You can still get married. There is a war between the rich and poor, A war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the left and right, A war between the black and white, A war between the odd and the even. Why don’t you come on back to the war? Pick up your tiny burden. Why don’t you come on back to the war? Let’s all get even, Why don’t you come on back to the war? Can’t you hear me speaking?

silencewhispered

#song #leonard cohen #music #poetry #poem #Spotify

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radio signals & black holes

I feel the aftertaste of ashen hell knitted into the backdrop of reality.

Something is wrong with this world.

Too many connections.

I’m lost in my head holding my breath, senses dulling in the void.

I can hear the wiping sound of black helicopters shouting dark frequencies intertwining with our genetically-manipulated selves, in the whispers of the moon and the transmission patterns of the foreign stars.

Fractals of divinity forgotten in amnesia, unable to remember our direct link to all that is, all that was, and all that ever will be.

And maybe the speed of light is the wall of the matrix –

Maybe one day I will see you on the other side.

And, just maybe, you will see me too.

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#poetry #poem #dark poem #poets on tumblr

1siirbiliyorum

7 Şubat

Kimse masum değilmiş

Herkesin bir planı varmış alttan alta

Sana değer veriyorum diyip

Ruhunu çaliyorlarmis

İlk fırsatta çiğneyip gectiklerinin

Kalbin olduğunu bile farketmiyorlarmış

Kendini seviyormuş herkes

Sen severken öldürüyorlarmış

Bir cümleyle seni

#şiir

lost-ends-found

Water escapes

through the cracks of your hand

even when fingers

do the best that they can

to hold onto the tails

of most of your dreams

while the ghost of denial

is slipping the seams

#spilled ink #dark poem #poem #spilled poetry

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* engulfed *

the depths of longing surface

an internal yearning

to be fully embraced

engulfed

between the arms

of a silencing heart

one to steady my own,

as so many words are spoken

yet, the first utterance

is never quaked

Pic credit : delawer omar

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poets corner

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* safe keeping *

hide me in your

thoughts

tuck me away

in a pocket

of your heart

delicately place

me in a realm

of your soul

please...

keep me safe

within you

Pic credit - Pinterest

#spilled ink #love poem #poets corner #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #new poets society

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* isolated darkness *

silence quakes the room

where I lay

I'm not alone, yet every

portion of me feels so

isolated

darkness consumes

saturating my flesh

eating through my bones

have I been this way

for so long, it all is

finally suffocating me?

or am I becoming one with

the darkness?

a cold sweat covers my soul

fog inhales my mind

yet I can feel

the gone by years,

so deeply

false truths

hurt which has been buried

every word,

which was never spoken

every regret

every lost dream

moments, days, years-

which was completely stolen

wounds that were bandaged,

by a good f*ck

issues, never to be voiced

betrayals, which were always

masked by manipulation

every demon in hell

brings them to my remembrance

routine is life

as shackles dig deeper

into flesh

voids are only seen

in my eyes, as I look

in the mirror

who is this woman?

the true depths of pain, desires,

and liberty only exist

in ink

which bleeds from

this heart and soul

self awareness seems

so distant all of a sudden

sin is my blanket

loneliness the pillow

the emptiness,

has stolen my tears

a complete shell

the shell of my being

is still

completely isolated

muted

clawing through

the darkness

Pic credit - Pinterest

#spilled ink #spilled poetry #dark poem

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