Deniz Atay Poems
|1.||Queen Of Ice||9/3/2011|
|2.||Hope Can Blossom||9/5/2011|
|3.||A Lonesome Rose - #1||9/11/2011|
|4.||Joy Is Unattainable||9/25/2011|
|5.||Life Is But A Dream||12/10/2011|
|7.||The First Bloom||12/16/2013|
|20.||A Polar Bear||10/26/2011|
|21.||Songs Of You||1/17/2015|
|22.||Your Beauty Once Was Gold||3/9/2012|
|23.||The Extant Song||8/5/2013|
The Extant Song
With whom I dive below the sky
In the silver rain like a tranquil cry
Into golden seas - beyond the glow
I hear her eyes singing lullaby.
Like an old man's hand, the wind is slow
And the eyes are less merry than mellow
And the heart is dark, as a pearl so deep
And her silence is as white as snow.
But when she speaks in a pure short sleep
And hums her notes like lovebirds cheep
I find her words between the lines
I see her face in the garden I keep.
In her sadness I see her smiles -
Just watch how night goes by miles -
If beauty is one, hers ...
I thought I saw a somewhat-cloud,
Somewhat-wool, and some colors around:
'Twas an evening, but whoa!
What's that mournful vision called?
Creepy as a spark, sleepy as the dark,
As it's telling tales to me: all lark.
But it, the only seeming thing, is said
To inspire a human being, instead
It only reminds me of the people now are dead!