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  bitmiş bir hikaye
Yazar: çiçekgümüş - 06-09-2017, Saat: 11:14 - Forum: Sevgi Şiirleri - Yorumlar (2)

sen bana haramdın
ben sana tutsak
sen bana  mecburdun
ben sana mahkum
derin bir hasret var içimde
kalbimi parçalayan
soluksuz bırakan
yaralarımı kanatan

ben artık özgür olmak istiyorum
mutlu ve özgür...

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Information Biz Gece de İken Güneş Tutuldu
Yazar: ORHAN AFACAN - 23-08-2017, Saat: 15:51 - Forum: Orhan Afacan - Yorumlar (2)

Biz Gece de İken Güneş Tutuldu




Biz gecede iken güneş tutuldu.
Salih peygamberin geldiği yerde.
Kavmin kestiği deve unutuldu.
Kur'anın dışında anlatan nerde.?

Düşünelim derim bir kaç dakika.
İbret almak için güzel,harika.
Hurafelere kulağını tıka.
Düşünmemize cehalettir perde.

Kalp güneşi tutuklu ömür boyu.
Karanlıklar ruhlarda koyu mu koyu.
Yahudi,Musevi karışık soyu.
Bunalım mevcut bütün ülkeler de.

Tutulma olayı bilime konu.
İnsanlığa olsun faydalı sonu.
Doğa olayı kabul etmem bunu.
Güneşin seyri belli ayetlerde.

ORHAN AFACAN
22.08.2017-İZMİR

Yasin Suresi, 38. ayet: Güneş de, kendisi için (tespit edilmiş) olan bir müstakarra doğru akıp gitmektedir. Bu, üstün ve güçlü olan, bilen (Allah)ın takdiridir.

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  Kapat Gözlerini
Yazar: mylife - 22-08-2017, Saat: 23:27 - Forum: Aşk Şiirleri - Yorumlar (1)

KAPAT GÖZLERİNİ

kapat gözlerini kimseyi görmesin,
ne sevsinler seni ne de saysınlar,
geç odana kilitle kapıyı,
ne seni merak eden olsun,
ne de ellerini tutan biri
bağla kalbini kimseyi sevmesin,
ne yalan sevdaya tutul,
ne de nefessiz kaldığın bu hayata
ne bir kalbin olduğunu bilsinler
ne de başka birini sevebileceğini
ya da yok yok.......
aç gözlerini mavinin içindeki asaleti görsünler,
çık karşılarına YIKALMADIM diye avazın çıktığı kadar bağır.
aç kalbini serbest bırak; sevsin seveceğini.
insanlar değilmiydi, unut, unut, unut, her seferinde unut diye;
ama unutamadın değil mi?
her seferinde 'UNUTTUM' dediğinde bile onunla ilgili
anılar besliyor için.

Muhammed Külter

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  Kürtçe Hasret ve Özlem İle İlgili Şiir
Yazar: mylife - 07-08-2017, Saat: 10:04 - Forum: Kürtçe Şiirler - Yorum Yok

Kürtçe Hasret ve Özlem İle İlgili Şiir

Ew fîrqet û hicra hebîb
Dîsa jibo min bû nesîb
Ez jar û bêyar û xerîb
Daîm dikêşim hesretê

Sed hesret û sed ah û zar
Yar çûye zozanê di sar
Ez mam di germê bendewar
Gavek tebîta min netê

Sebr û tebîta min neman
Jber fîrqeta selwa çeman
Kuştim bi sed derd û xeman
Hiştim li goşa mihnetê

Herçî diket hîcran diket
Pir aşiqan bêcan diket
Derdan gelek derman diket
Xala li dûra cebhetê

#Weda'î : Helbestvanek Kurd ê kilasîk e,li sala 1790 li Muksê hatiye dinê. Li derdûrên sala 1850 wefat kiriye. Dîwaneka wî ya helbestan heye û berdest e ku ji layê vekoler 'Seîd Dêreşî've li sala 2002 hatiye berhev kirin.

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  Herkes Gibisin
Yazar: ilhanmerve - 25-07-2017, Saat: 22:41 - Forum: Aşk Şiirleri - Yorumlar (2)

«BENCE SEN DE ŞİMDİ HERKES GİBİSİN»


Gözlerim gözünde aşkı seçmiyor
Onlardan kalbime sevda geçmiyor
Ben yordum ruhumu biraz da sen yor
Çünkü bence şimdi herkes gibisin

Yolunu beklerken daha dün gece
Kaçıyorum bugün senden gizlice
Kalbime baktım da işte iyice
Anladım ki sen de herkes gibisin

Büsbütün unuttum seni eminim
Maziye karıştı şimdi yeminim
Kalbimde senin için yok bile kinim
Bence sen de şimdi herkes gibisin

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  Monet Refuses The Operation
Yazar: admin - 14-07-2017, Saat: 14:08 - Forum: Diğer Yabancı Şairler - Yorum Yok

Monet Refuses The Operation - Poem by Lisel Mueller


Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolves
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair 
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and change our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands 
to claim this world, blue vapor without end. 

Lisel Mueller

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  Death
Yazar: admin - 14-07-2017, Saat: 14:06 - Forum: Diğer Yabancı Şairler - Yorum Yok

Death - Poem by Brandi Young


Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide

Death is painful
Stay away from knives 

Death is not for lovers 
So don't lie

Death is not for me
So don't even try

Death is clever 
So be careful

Death is never fun
Stay away from strangers

Death is never pleasing 
So don't get caught up in the hype

Death is never fair
So get use to it

Death is always occurring
So don't ignore it

Death is never what you expected 
Sorry but it has to happen

Death is not for you
Please don't give up

Death is forever
Don't forget it 


Brandi Young

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  Lord Ullin's Daughter
Yazar: admin - 14-07-2017, Saat: 14:04 - Forum: Diğer Yabancı Şairler - Yorumlar (1)

Lord Ullin's Daughter - Poem by Thomas Campbell


A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, 
Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! 
And I'll give thee a silver pound 
To row us o'er the ferry!''-- 

``Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, 
This dark and stormy weather?'' 
``O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, 
And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.-- 

``And fast before her father's men 
Three days we've fled together, 
For should he find us in the glen, 
My blood would stain the heather. 

``His horsemen hard behind us ride; 
Should they our steps discover, 
Then who will cheer my bonny bride 
When they have slain her lover?''-- 

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,-- 
``I'll go, my chief--I'm ready:-- 
It is not for your silver bright; 
But for your winsome lady: 

``And by my word! the bonny bird 
In danger shall not tarry; 
So, though the waves are raging white, 
I'll row you o'er the ferry.''-- 

By this the storm grew loud apace, 
The water-wraith was shrieking; 
And in the scowl of heaven each face 
Grew dark as they were speaking. 

But still as wilder blew the wind, 
And as the night grew drearer, 
Adown the glen rode armèd men, 
Their trampling sounded nearer.-- 

``O haste thee, haste!'' the lady cries, 
``Though tempests round us gather; 
I'll meet the raging of the skies, 
But not an angry father.''-- 

The boat has left a stormy land, 
A stormy sea before her,-- 
When, O! too strong for human hand, 
The tempest gather'd o'er her. 

And still they row'd amidst the roar 
Of waters fast prevailing: 
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,-- 
His wrath was changed to wailing. 

For, sore dismay'd through storm and shade, 
His child he did discover:-- 
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, 
And one was round her lover. 

``Come back! come back!'' he cried in grief 
``Across this stormy water: 
And I'll forgive your Highland chief, 
My daughter!--O my daughter!'' 

'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, 
Return or aid preventing: 
The waters wild went o'er his child, 
And he was left lamenting. 

Thomas Campbell

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  Affliction
Yazar: admin - 14-07-2017, Saat: 14:03 - Forum: Diğer Yabancı Şairler - Yorum Yok

Affliction - Poem by George Herbert


When thou didst entice to thee my heart, 
I thought the service brave: 
So many joys I writ down for my part, 
Besides what I might have
Out of my stock of natural delights, 
Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

I looked on thy furniture so fine, 
And made it fine to me: 
Thy glorious household-stuff did me entwine, 
And 'tice me unto thee.
Such stars I counted mine: both heav'n and earth
Paid me my wages in a world of mirth.

What pleasures could I want, whose King I served? 
Where joys my fellows were? 
Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts reserved 
No place for grief or fear.
Therefore my sudden soul caught at the place, 
And made her youth and fierceness seek thy face.

At first thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses; 
I had my wish and way: 
My days were straw'd with flow'rs and happiness; 
There was no month but May.
But with my years sorrow did twist and grow, 
And made a party unawares for woe.

My flesh began unto my soul in pain, 
Sicknesses cleave my bones; 
Consuming agues dwell in ev'ry vein, 
And tune my breath to groans.
Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, 
Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

When I got health, thou took'st away my life, 
And more; for my friends die: 
My mirth and edge was lost; a blunted knife
Was of more use than I.
Thus thin and lean without a fence or friend, 
I was blown through with ev'ry storm and wind.

Whereas my birth and spirit rather took
The way that takes the town; 
Thou didst betray me to a lingering book, 
And wrap me in a gown.
I was entangled in the world of strife, 
Before I had the power to change my life.

Yet, for I threatened oft the siege to raise, 
Not simpring all mine age, 
Thou often didst with Academic praise
Melt and dissolve my rage.
I took thy sweetened pill, till I came where
I could not go away, nor persevere.

Yet lest perchance I should too happy be
In my unhappiness, 
Turning my purge to food, thou throwest me
Into more sicknesses.
Thus doth thy power cross-bias me; not making
Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking.

Now I am here, what thou wilt do with me 
None of my books will show: 
I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; 
For sure I then should grow
To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust
Her household to me, and I should be just.

Yet though thou troublest me, I must be meek; 
In weakness must be stout.
Well, I will change the service, and go seek
Some other master out.
Ah my dear God! though I am clean forgot, 
Let me not love thee, if I love thee not. 

George Herbert

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  Vulture
Yazar: admin - 14-07-2017, Saat: 14:01 - Forum: Diğer Yabancı Şairler - Yorum Yok

Vulture - Poem by Robinson Jeffers


I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.' But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes--
What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death. 

Robinson Jeffers

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