Our poetry

[cipramcolic]

Platonic Silence
I like a quiet girl
I did not tell him yet ...
Eyes only
Eyes and know
Sometimes my eyes
Zone is there to say sometimes
But I'm manic.

I like a quiet girl
I'm sitting in Sinop prison
On the other side of a forest
My back swelled to a tree bark elderly
Perhaps such a platonic love, and I
I am a single handler at Christmas.

I like a quiet girl
Green tea side of the mountain
Black Sea coast
He is a crazy with panache
Me in the sea of life
The last sailing hundred Taka.

I like a quiet girl
Kattiği every word "and" syllable
Queen of hearts in Russia have fallen into a rebellious Georgian
If the queen's "yes", say,

Alas! ..
Love all the pain and my lungs when the pantry,
After all the pain I witnessed and my eyes ...
If they love a bit of recognition that
Whatever reason and wisdom in
In the most remote land in
I'd be living
Silently, I still love that girl "or" ...

 

[cipramcolic]

Coming spring on me! ..
That most of the season you're graceful, afrodizyaklar most effective, you're an accomplice of love. I do not do this! ..


Spring, I beg you to take to work! ..

Keel flowers on me, my mind trip! ..

He wakes up every morning, shivering from the dew of the grass in my garden, then play with the sun and mist are like smoked.

When I hit the street trees, clusters of almonds, flowers, fringes ...

Poplar and restless, the hissing whistling breeze ...

A break in the unbearable smell of oregano, all types of soil insects börtü ...

I do not do this spring,

Coming on top of me like that! ..

* * *

I conquered my blood veins have already ...

Cemre already fallen into my brain, my heart ...

My heart melted the ice.

What a thrill of vague in my chest that I travel with is a nice ... You mad a me-up ...

I'm in crisis ... Laziness is not the time, you can not fit ...

Go get the morning of my pinkie, to gurgle, odor control.

Tell the breeze, let me like crazy, whistling and calling out into the street ...

Let the clouds pour on my head ...

I enter my blood ... perversion! ..

* * *

You're a season that most of graceful, afrodizyaklar most effective,

Crimes of passion are the partners.

Mince me! ..

I know, because blood can still gonna love green, my body is less then one will go away.

While I complete my blood boil, to gather and get their purple, I'll leave in the middle of a drought ...

I'm looking forward to the light, would be intolerable, then ...

What it will remain wild week, what sin is calling the sunsets flights flirtatious skirts ...

Lazy, exhausted birds to sing, to smell the flowers veined ...

Of the kiss of moisture will dry desert wind ...

You let your heart grow flowers will fade, will crack the veins of our souls ...

Life will become a land of crushed grass again ... My heart to ruin ...

Each spring, such as drunkenness, will pass on that last one ...

Eternal spring, will be another spring.

* * *

Better, no less spring to my soul ...

Opening my own business ...

Go to work!

Remove me from the road! ..


Can Dündar

 

[cipramcolic]

Century love poems
Control-S to save and it may live,
I am having Control-Z and back
I download my passion whether I get to the desktop.
Maximized at the moment the most I miss you

Let's walk italics, Bold Favorite eyed ...
I had such a hell that, do not you forgive me

Minimize Start, Hold me for hours
Turn my whole system crashes, zipped and compressed parts
Alt F4 close, the shift is changed by me
Cat playing with the mouse to play like that,
Mouse pad is a view around me
Let's open a new window and let's forget everything
Let us send to the recycle bin to the past
Create a shortcut that fans waiting for more
If you miss the most animated Flash
PC-looking, with posture like a Mac

My connection is made from heart to heart connection

Closes doors, will open a network session
Our passion is writing to the monitor in seconds
Would you call me back if I disconnect?
If you do not find on the desktop, my documents look at you?
Although the absence of consolation in the entire package

Save the changes, then re-connects you?

 

[Krista]

I don't know much about poetry but I know that I write when I feel it most.

No one said you had to read it, then again, no one said I had to post it...

Utter Nonsense

 

[Dronee]

I like the third one quite a lot. Your poetry is a little bit harder to understand than most though... But I thought the third one was quite nice.

 

[Andria_La La]

I wrote this yesterday...

Catch me, Catch me

There is nothing. Can't you see?
There is nothing inside of me.
I live through the darkness that breathes along the walls.
Catch me, catch me before I fall.
The creation of characters and feelings revolve around you and them.
How I love the way your eyes sparkle like the brightest gem.
Tell me, who should I be today?
When the veil comes down, what can I do to make you stay?
Anger, it wells up inside of me delayed.
Do you want to play?
It's fun...
Do you know that you're my One?
Come here. Look at me.
Do you like what you see?​