Source: @laceypaigepoetry on Instagram
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Source: @laceypaigepoetry on Instagram

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RΓΌzgΓ’r bile senden izin almalΔ± bazenβ¦
Γyle geliΕigΓΌzel esmemeli saΓ§larΔ±na, ΓΆyle hoyrat dokunmamalΔ± sana dΓΌnya.
βAΓ§ma zΓΌlΓΌflerin yar yarβ derken aslΔ±nda bir korku saklΔ± iΓ§inde;
Seni herkes gΓΆrmesin diye deΔil,
Seni herkes anlayamasΔ±n diye.
ΓΓΌnkΓΌ bazΔ± gΓΌzellikler kalabalΔ±Δa aΔΔ±r gelir,
BazΔ± bakΔ±Εlar herkesin taΕΔ±yabileceΔi kadar hafif deΔildir.
Senin bir tel saΓ§Δ±n, bir Εehrin susmasΔ±na yeter bazenβ¦
Bir gΓΌlΓΌΕΓΌn, iΓ§imde yΔ±llardΔ±r kapalΔ± kalan bΓΌtΓΌn kapΔ±larΔ± aralar.
Ben seni saklamak istemem aslΔ±nda,
Ama seni harcamak isteyen gΓΆzlerden korumak isterim.
ΓΓΌnkΓΌ sen; anlatΔ±lΔ±nca eksilen,
BakΔ±lΔ±nca derinleΕen bir Εiir gibisin.
O yΓΌzdenβ¦
AΓ§ma zΓΌlΓΌflerini yar yar,
Bu dΓΌnya gΓΌzelliΔi hak edecek kadar masum deΔil henΓΌz. ASΔ°KAN
(ΕARKILARA SΓZLER)
Before the sun rose, whispers of dawn embraced my heart, weaving warmth through the night's lingering shadows, a promise of kindred light.
The problem with Rupi Kaur is capitalism, in this essay I will

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- milk and honey by Rupi Kaur
Her poetry books are the best I have read so far and she is an inspiration to all poets especially those who struggle in poverty and adverse childhood experiences. She is proof that even those at the hardest points in life can build themselves into something beautiful and a work of art even if you weren't born into your connections or excessive money and privilege.
Of Unseen Threads
I saw you by the window pane, As autumn sunlight kissed the rain. A soft-worn book within your hand, A story whispered through the land. Your lashes fell, a gentle screen, Upon a thought, a silent scene. I wondered then what tales you kept, What secret hopes within you slept. No word was spoke, no sign was made, No sudden gesture, unafraid. Just quiet breath, and passing hour, A blossoming, unspoken flower. Yet in that pause, a truth I knew, A subtle string, unseen, so true To rules of world, but strong and vast, A silent spell that would outlast. It bound my heart in fragile knot, A whispered feeling, never sought. A Lai of moments, soft and deep, While city secrets gently sleep.
Was reading a rupi kaur book for a Substack piece, and came across this poem:
Which reminded me of these horse memes.
So I had to turn it into one. Enjoy!