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poetrybyonur · 9 months
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Have you ever been held like this by anyone? Not physically, but having a soul wrap around you like a warm blanket?
Music by Daniel Robinson.
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uisce-valkyrie · 11 days
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litandlifequotes · 2 months
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When your dark clouds roll in and I hear your thunder rumble, I promise, I won’t run for cover. I’ll hold you, and slow dance with you in the rain.
― Onur Taskiran
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Shook 😳😳
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gunesinizi · 6 months
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Biliyor musun? Tam zamanında geldin, iyi ki de geldin.
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abellinthecupboard · 1 year
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In Sum
To Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı If I were to die my dear mother I would have nothing to leave you. The butcher would take my jacket, The grocer, my coat, On account of my debts... What about my loves And my poems How could you face the neighbors And not be ashamed. In sum, my dear mother, No corn in the cellar No wife at home. Naked I was born Naked I will die...
— Rüştü Onur, trans. Hüseyin Alhas & Ulaş Özgün, featured in Poetry Magazine's March 2022 issue
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noleavestoblow · 2 years
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No harm would I pose
To the bee in its hive
To the bird in its nest;
I live in my own world
Under my hat.
It is my contentment that makes
Me smile without reason on the streets;
It is my heart,
The source of this raving frenzy.
(-by Rüştü Onur, translated by Hüseyin Alhas and Ulaş Özgün)
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Love this! A huge thanks to Poetry By Onur on Pinterest for the share.
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poetrybyonur · 8 months
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We had soulgasms before we even got our clothes off.
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stocky2016 · 1 year
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Every poet however amateur needs a muse I think I’ve found mine? The words from the following quote helped me…
“You are the poem that lives inside of me.
You are the words dancing in my head.
I may fasten the letters and string the words together,
but you are what colours them and brings them to life.”
Courtesy of Onur Taskiran Poetry
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“Colours”
Colours, prisms, rainbows
disparate hues…
I look for, and at them and see you
why, I haven’t a clue.
You’re always there, though sometimes
as fragments of dissipated light…
akin to the most beautifully complex mosaic or
the most sacred stained-glass window sight.
I then play with words as a clumsy poet
trying to paint and echo your mystical colours
I would have been an “impressionist artist”
limited, yes, but with a memory that savours.
Like a butterfly at rest, taking a little time out…
from being beautiful.
Those colours of yours are just so much more
than nature’s “hand out” they’re bountiful…
They set you apart from the rest.
lighting up the shadiest woodland bower
You’re an individual….love is your colours
Love is….
YOU!
G.P.S. 10th May 2023
(Other pics courtesy of Google Images)
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Look at this... 👀
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oldschoolaaisha · 2 years
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Sometimes I want to kiss you just to feel all the words you cannot say Onur Taşkıran Poetry simmering on the tip of your tongue.
- Onur Taşkıran
Let my mouth feel those unsaid words as they simmer on your tongue.
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ozgurtilkii · 3 years
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Kitaplara insanlardan daha çok değer weririm kitaplar benim bambaska dünyalarimin sahibi...
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