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POETRY 2025
Words
Words... Oh, those words, No, those words are gone already,
When left unkept, they're swallowed whole, Look at the sorrow in their leaving,
Forgotten in the blink of an eye, How they get to that desolate place,
Scattered carelessly around, With that heart full of longing.
Words, oh, what words.
With courage on your shoulders,
As if they’re not on the lips of a twenty-year-old, Hidden behind furrowed brows,
But seem to be at the tense end of a bow, A heart with so much concealed within,
Hidden behind daring glances, Its essence lost,
With a heart pounding madly. No, it's not in that corner anymore.
Words, Like a thread in the embroidery
Demolishing the sidewalks they tread, Of an unwritten epitaph,
Words, Yearning, such yearning,
Forbidden to be spoken, Lost in your countenance.
Words,
In love with a forlorn heart. Words,
Their melody ingrained,
Ah, those words, Only whispered in memories,
They won't lull the hapless one to sleep, A composition echoing in the heart,
Murmurings in the dreams, Imprisoned words.
Equally meaningless,
Those bittersweet words. Those words,
Seeking remedy,
And those eyes, On the bleeding lips of a young soul,
Embedded like a peg in your heart, Each line, like medicine.
I know you weep inside,
And something's missing in that leaving, Ah, those words,
Like a song whose words are forgetten. A passionate soldier on the frontlines,
Words,
It is a cry, in fact. While you battle with your frame of mind,
A lump in your throat often, And his eyes,
The ache in your nose, A bouquet left behind along with the tears,
The bitterness in your chest, Eyes,
Words, and oh, those eyes, Love without the sound of your heart.
Like rifles with triggers pulled.
by Hayrunnisa GÜVEN
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