"leyla" poems - Hello Poetry

as month July crossed Avenue T. Vladimirescu on a bicycle in Sinaia Denebola in a red cloak cross-legged sitting over Revolution was teaching History to the cherries Leyla, a midwife from Damietta refers to the Kepler Laws : with Fullmoon uncompromising I do not recognize the midday crossing of the Sun its True Heading the height of the stars today 07.11.1980 right from within female Danube's womb I bare the smile and the eyes of cupid . George Vlachos Translation : Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC

giorgos-vlachos

Leyla

as month July crossed Avenue T. Vladimirescu on a bicycle in Sinaia Denebola in a red cloak cross-legged sitting over Revolution was teaching History to the cherries Leyla, a midwife from Damietta refers to the Kepler Laws : with Fullmoon uncompromising I do not recognize the midday crossing of the Sun its True Heading the height of the stars today 07.11.1980 right from within female Danube's womb I bare the smile and the eyes of cupid . George Vlachos Translation : Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

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imagine you're just sitting down feeling alright and then all of a sudden a thought hits you. you suddenly start to think that everyone around you isn't real including yourself. you're vision starts becoming foggy. so foggy. you don't know what to do because there's absolutely nothing to do to fix this. you stare blankly at the floor, hoping this feeling goes away. but no, it doesn't just go away. it's something i deal with everyday and that haunts me daily. i feel lost, trapped, unreal, detached. i feel nothing. feeling so numb. almost like i need pain to feel alive. my heart starts racing. anxiety creeps up. i am ruined. my soul is in another dimension. im carrying my own dead body i don't even think i was ever alive. i wish i can snap out if it. but i can't. depersonalization you have taken my soul and ruined me. - Leyla Gon

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Feb 5, 2018

Feb 5, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC

Poetryloce

depersonalization

imagine you're just sitting down feeling alright and then all of a sudden a thought hits you. you suddenly start to think that everyone around you isn't real including yourself. you're vision starts becoming foggy. so foggy. you don't know what to do because there's absolutely nothing to do to fix this. you stare blankly at the floor, hoping this feeling goes away. but no, it doesn't just go away. it's something i deal with everyday and that haunts me daily. i feel lost, trapped, unreal, detached. i feel nothing. feeling so numb. almost like i need pain to feel alive. my heart starts racing. anxiety creeps up. i am ruined. my soul is in another dimension. im carrying my own dead body i don't even think i was ever alive. i wish i can snap out if it. but i can't. depersonalization you have taken my soul and ruined me. - Leyla Gon

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Listen child, for I will tell you the ways of the One who knows what you do and what you do not. For truly you are alone within yourself, save the divine whispers and the evil beckonings. Life is not gray as we tell ourselves in comfort, but it is the constant dichotomy of black and white-- sharp contrasts at war. This war arose before you were born, before I, before the first peoples. You will face many challenges. You will cry, scream, curse the Name which gave you life so freely, with such little to gain and so much more to seek through your surrender. You do not come from me, my love. I merely housed you, birthed you, fed you, nurtured the spirit within. Soon you will leave this place we call safety. You will stand on the precipice of the unknown and outstretch your arms to where they naturally reach. You will taste the splendid meats and drink from the lush fountains of wine. But my darling, my most beloved child, do not fear the unknown: it is all around you, breathing through our skin. Sing through your lips, through your smile, through your fingertips the words I have taught you thus, the words you knew all along. Love does not give what it does not freely take. Know that life is transient, and all your joys and griefs will crumble beneath your feet and dissipate and subtly as they came. Feel of the wind in your hair. Let the gusts whip you pants against your legs and away again until you sense the rhythm of the Universe.

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC

thisbirdgirl

for Leyla

Listen child, for I will tell you the ways of the One who knows what you do and what you do not. For truly you are alone within yourself, save the divine whispers and the evil beckonings. Life is not gray as we tell ourselves in comfort, but it is the constant dichotomy of black and white-- sharp contrasts at war. This war arose before you were born, before I, before the first peoples. You will face many challenges. You will cry, scream, curse the Name which gave you life so freely, with such little to gain and so much more to seek through your surrender. You do not come from me, my love. I merely housed you, birthed you, fed you, nurtured the spirit within. Soon you will leave this place we call safety. You will stand on the precipice of the unknown and outstretch your arms to where they naturally reach. You will taste the splendid meats and drink from the lush fountains of wine. But my darling, my most beloved child, do not fear the unknown: it is all around you, breathing through our skin. Sing through your lips, through your smile, through your fingertips the words I have taught you thus, the words you knew all along. Love does not give what it does not freely take. Know that life is transient, and all your joys and griefs will crumble beneath your feet and dissipate and subtly as they came. Feel of the wind in your hair. Let the gusts whip you pants against your legs and away again until you sense the rhythm of the Universe.

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özenti mi dünyanın dört bir yanından kuş uçurmak ya da yakan top oynamak şükran günü hindi çığlığında clark çeksem uzaktan öpsem vaftizli dudağını mona’nın ne çıkar tango yahut çiftetelli oynasam kime ne odun beline sarılsam şefika’nın ben benimdir, ben’imdir şiir ama ben değil, sanat evrenseldir victor’un hüzzam şarkısı sefiller tolstoy’un geçimsiz oğulları savaş ve barış hatta da vinci’den çekici vince kadar yazılabilir yazabilirim paco de lucia’yı yılmaz güney leyla gencer’i ve phuket caddelerinde karahindiba olduğumu zeytin yağlı sarmaya bar hesabı yüzünden ayıp mı suç mu yazsam yırt kazım’ı ki yazmışlığım vardır, mala vurmaya geldim’i buharlı mevsimin puslu geçitlerinde lâkin biraz büyüdüm galiba büyüydüm bi zaman yani harcandım sonra fakat, istikrar göklerde göklerse mısraların tarçınlı tavuk göğsü.. ve otobanda uçuşan mavi, beyaz, turuncu arabalar eskitirken günü örsümde baraquda gibi göz kırpmayı özlüyorum wise’ın gülen gözlerinde...

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Apr 20, 2019

Apr 20, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC

Vaha

Kiss me poem

özenti mi dünyanın dört bir yanından kuş uçurmak ya da yakan top oynamak şükran günü hindi çığlığında clark çeksem uzaktan öpsem vaftizli dudağını mona’nın ne çıkar tango yahut çiftetelli oynasam kime ne odun beline sarılsam şefika’nın ben benimdir, ben’imdir şiir ama ben değil, sanat evrenseldir victor’un hüzzam şarkısı sefiller tolstoy’un geçimsiz oğulları savaş ve barış hatta da vinci’den çekici vince kadar yazılabilir yazabilirim paco de lucia’yı yılmaz güney leyla gencer’i ve phuket caddelerinde karahindiba olduğumu zeytin yağlı sarmaya bar hesabı yüzünden ayıp mı suç mu yazsam yırt kazım’ı ki yazmışlığım vardır, mala vurmaya geldim’i buharlı mevsimin puslu geçitlerinde lâkin biraz büyüdüm galiba büyüydüm bi zaman yani harcandım sonra fakat, istikrar göklerde göklerse mısraların tarçınlı tavuk göğsü.. ve otobanda uçuşan mavi, beyaz, turuncu arabalar eskitirken günü örsümde baraquda gibi göz kırpmayı özlüyorum wise’ın gülen gözlerinde...

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This is the poem I never gave you, I always promised I'd write you one but you left before I could. I could write about the way your freckles dotted upon your cheeks and nose were as numerous as the constellations, or how your wavy black hair was as captivating as the darkness of the black night sky. However, you are unlike the constellations, you are like the ocean, vast and deep but so close to us, yet vastly unexplored. Did you know we have explored more of the moon than we have of our own ocean? You resemble the ocean in that way, everyone always looks to the stars and revels in their beauty but overlook our very own deepness. You are like the ocean, you slipped through my hands like the ever-changing tide softly rocking against the beach. To bathe in your calming waters once again would quench my love for water for eternity.

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Oct 30, 2017

Oct 30, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC

willio280

Leyla

This is the poem I never gave you, I always promised I'd write you one but you left before I could. I could write about the way your freckles dotted upon your cheeks and nose were as numerous as the constellations, or how your wavy black hair was as captivating as the darkness of the black night sky. However, you are unlike the constellations, you are like the ocean, vast and deep but so close to us, yet vastly unexplored. Did you know we have explored more of the moon than we have of our own ocean? You resemble the ocean in that way, everyone always looks to the stars and revels in their beauty but overlook our very own deepness. You are like the ocean, you slipped through my hands like the ever-changing tide softly rocking against the beach. To bathe in your calming waters once again would quench my love for water for eternity.

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