"millioner" poems
In the wondrous story book of night,
I fully absorb and contemplate,
You were the one omnipresent,
in light years far and flames near.
As orbs of light, in many intensities and hues
the ray of infinite grace that envelops,
That feels like the caressing of lotus petals,
was you my eternal beloved.
Soft, frothing moon light has been
at times of pain my true consolation,
The moving comet my source of wonder,
that takes me to you in imagination.
A reader, I was keenly searching.
for meanings of things in light and dark
Being another character formed
of dust sedimented from many stars.
You are enshrined in the diamond
temple of my mind's still center
making you my lover was
in honor of my yen for sublime.
The story book of night has pages
on spirited mornings, noons and dusk
your benign presence in each step,
moves galaxies and milky ways.
I see your moving eye brows
in the tumult of dark rain clouds,
Your intense eyes flash love to me
when in pain,if I feel some doubt,
In waves one after another of ocean,
your hands embrace me to assure,
mountain wind from far distance
brings your songs nightingales sing.
I am a living monument that's breathed
from the elements , to keep on loving you
not ever a jealous lover,I am like a millioner
ready to sacrifice all just for your presence.
Is there any other lover with such care
who brings boundless grace, like you?
you've the very same eyes of my mother
that reach me the moment I fall.
In days I am moving within a dream
for which, you are the creator, moving spirit,
I turn the pages of storybook of night
whenever I want to be closer to your warmth.
A mirror you are reflecting my candor,
, more than anything I ever yearned for,
You are the river that flows along me,
to the ocean, eternally seething in wait.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
If you wanna be salak
You must have a buyuk yarak
If you wanna be orusbu
Bu bir kotu iliskinin konusu
I speak english not very well
Siktir et amQ bu askercell
Aslında Turkce siir bana yazmak kolay
And i use English sometimes
I wanna be a millioner
Bu hayallerde, ben asker
It's not poem it's our life
I just wanna drink a Turkish cay
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Eller også er det glasset? Måske er det for stærkt,
hvem ved?
Der er stjernestøv i luften, sagde jeg til mig selv.
De små partikler forgifter den delikat
Det snurrer og jeg må holde fast i jorden for ikke at falde ned.
Alt jeg ser er paradokser og længtes hjem.
Balancere mellem liv og *****
Der er stjernestøv i luften
jeg ser dig.
Millioner af stjerner adskiller os og river i afstandens sår.
Gid jeg kunne nå dig
Dræbe horisonten og
lad os nå det hele inden for dette
øje -
bliks tid
Støvstjerner
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
kapslen af frostgrader omkring mig smelter langsomt
forbarmende forår
jeg har en vinterjakke, men der er hul i den venstre lomme
der er kun tre måneder tilbage
det er tåget
du er blevet til en myte
omhyllet af tåge, bestående af tusinder af reflekterende vandpartikler
uforståelig og fantastisk og håbefuld
er du bag tæppet af tåge?
der er noget fabelagtigt og verdensfjernt over støvregnen
alt er indhyllet, umiddelbar udsigt over gaden, skjult passage
noget magisk ved tanken om, at den enkelte dråbe i sig selv blot er regn
men at formationen af de millioner af mikroskopiske dråber
bliver til en dis, en stemning, en følelse
når man står ét sted virker det som om, at tågen starter længere henne
hvis man flytter sig derhen virker den til, at starte hvor man stod før
et spørgsmål om placering
subjektivt
aldrig helt tæt på, en visuel løgn
tåge bevæger sig ikke udelukkende horisontalt
et tag hjælper ikke mod tåge, den smyger sig stillestående
hvor regn blot uden skelnen kolliderer med enhver overflade
noget blidt, noget magisk, noget nyt;
sneen er væk - optøet
forår
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
saa sker det. kan det her vaere det sidste skub?
4 maend skabte frygt i millioner. med twistet idelogier og skarp ladte vaaben.
og her sidder jeg. ser paa fnuggende der roligt danser med vinden.
hold kaeft hvor er jeg ligegyldig.
er jeg er tvunget til at leve i det her? tvunget til at deltage?
krigen er vel uundgaaelig.
man siger pennen er staerkere end svaerdet, men hvad nu hvis man skriver med blod?
et billed siger mere end 1000 ord. dette er blot malet med gevaerere. **** os!
se os! FOEL OS! FORVENT OS!
lad dem puste og proste, igen og igen. haabe de roede mursten holder.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
After the ill fortune her humble father manage
To make it -self made millioner at his old age
The turn of fortune in their life meanss she's fortunate;
But her friends said the fortune came a little late,
For she still wore the old rage that she own
and hang out with the same friends she had fun.
God knows that the only constant thing on earth
is change and yet it's always hard to accept.
Her beautiful smile and humble beginning she still carry
and won't let fortune change what she love in a hurry.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC