white picture
outside the window
temporary blindness...
feride serin
Categories:
serin, winter,
Form: Haiku
I had my flying words
if winged jump
Alexander had gone to take the traces of legends
my catch them
no longer
Even though I know it is impossible
I expected
I had stuck my words
between language and my dream
dropped from the eyelashes will fall as Cleopatra
show a kind of self
still looking forward
I expected
I had screaming words
we all know that the bridge wait
lost their arms in the wind-blown
just what I heard
Speaking with me
I expected
I had smelling jasmine word
I've just never been into the sea beside
my soul wrapped in the hide me
just smelling me
mine
with me
I expected
My words were walking in the shade
Tired of being followed me from the past
I can not catch
I feel
Herodotus to plateau persist
by imagining that the myth
I wanted to pull off
I expected
feride serin
Categories:
serin, life, word play, words,
Form: Lyric
When there months
courage necessary
writing poetry
fill in the gaps of the night
to enlightenment ...
feride serin
Categories:
serin, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Lyric
calling snow
earth's ear
people are cold ...
feride serin
Categories:
serin, snow,
Form: Haiku
within each poem
a hidden world
the eye of the poet
feride serin
Categories:
serin, poets,
Form: Haiku
I had a bit of rational faculty;
unfortunately,
stolen by a piece of poetry!
feride serin
çeviri : Songül Aynali
Categories:
serin, poems,
Form: Personification
tears
autumn leaves
time to say goodbye
feride serin
Categories:
serin, autumn,
Form: Haiku
a breath of fresh
sun all born
nice to live
Feride Serin
Categories:
serin, happy,
Form: Haiku
There was a knock on my door
It was you
Never expected guest
Loneliness
Feride SERIN
çeviri : Songül Aynali
Categories:
serin, introspection,
Form: Personification
I know you're so far,
Pain turned around,
Tired in body storms,
There was pain in the eyes of the sleepless.
Distance hurts me to watch you,
Sometimes we walk on the roads have not chosen,
This is one of them.
You know what would be the end of a road,
Besides if I do not forget my love,
Deep down somewhere,
Achieve me with hope,
Waiting.
you to come,
How long two weeks,
I'm ready to love you.
Feride SERIN
Categories:
serin, love, me,
Form: Romanticism