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Manar Kanitemiz Poem
I wish someone told me earlier
that I was enough
that it isn't my fault
my father is a boozer
I wish someone told me earlier
that is not my fault
there is nothing
to eat in the house
and it's not my fault
that I don't wear nice clothes
I truly am sorry
if my poverty offered You
I just wish someone told me earlier
despite all of this
I was enough
I would not believe then
that you do me favour
by picking on me
That it's your right
to bully me and call me names
I would not mistake
cruelty for affection
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Manar Kanitemiz Poem
The Midnight landscape
It's the vast darkness that lies ahead
and scorched earth
The breath of death beneath the wind
stripped the trees bare
I, the stranded boat
in a shallow water
The nightingale
robbed of its song
I call for you
I call for you to seek me
in the vastness
The midnight landscape
without promise of a dawn
It's the world without you
My Beloved
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Her picture
shattered into oblivion
stares at me from the mirror
I am wondering
Who
of us two
is broken more...
The light flows
between the pieces of a glass
between the fragments of her
I have once read
in the ancient Japan
They used to fix broken pottery
with a gold
The girl in the mirror looks broken
The light poured into her wounds
Completes her
makes her whole
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I took off my insecurities
and made love to my pain
I set the heaven on the fire
The ashes of the fore mothers
poured down
in the showers of gold
the luminescent rain
that liberates, that heals
and nourishes
The wild flowers
who grows
in the fields
The thorny roses
who blooms
in the dust of roads
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My father drank
trying to convince himself
that he can drown
his shame and sorrow
.... in Rum.
Most people would say:
"Sorrow can swim."
That's a cliche
The sorrow didn't knew
how to swim
Enchanted by the shame
it fell deeply in love
while sinking
to the bottom of the cup
My father stubbornly
holding onto his cup
jealously watching
the romance
drank little more
A lot more
sinking to the very bottom
of a human existence
where he found
just more shame and sorrow
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The bride walked down the aisle
at slow pace
With all the dignity and grace
like at funeral
I wanted her to turn
and run away.
She was all the girls and women
that still seek the validation
through a marriage
It has nothing to do with love
She was all the girls and women
that were taught
their only value
is the bridal prize
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The hour of the Lovers
The stars became shy
The echoes of dreams
and happy memories
clinging on a rusty nail
The contures of Your face faded
In the hour of the Lovers
everyone is lost
everyone is missing
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