Metin Sahin

Rookie - 450 Points (28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

Metin Sahin Poems

1. A Blind Girl 3/12/2012
2. A Corpse Thrown Into A River 6/28/2013
3. A Cover Picture 2/24/2015
4. A Day Like This 3/10/2012
5. A Drop Of Water 12/21/2009
6. A Gloomy Freedom 11/23/2012
7. A Hot Summer Afternoon 3/15/2009
8. A Man From The Slum District 12/19/2011
9. A New Baby Is Being Borne 2/23/2012
10. A Phantom In The Mediterranean 4/3/2012
11. A Poem Written For ''The Jailhouse Gate'' Of Ibrahim Balaban 12/27/2012
12. A Woman 3/25/2010
13. About Living 6/13/2013
14. Again And Again 10/4/2012
15. All Alone 3/15/2009
16. Allah And His Army At Sinai Desert 7/31/2013
17. An Orphan Parting(İ F There Were No Sins..How Would Be Aware Of Good Things) 12/29/2011
18. Aproaching The New...The Unknown 12/20/2009
19. As The Spring Walks 4/21/2009
20. Autumn 3/15/2009
21. Bornova 1983....Five Minutes Past The Spring 7/13/2009
22. Çankiri Turkey 1940 Seen From A Prison Window I 1/6/2013
23. Çankiri Turkey! 940 Seen From A Prison Windowii 7/9/2013
24. Children And Me 9/6/2009
25. Come.....Come Along Now 12/19/2011
26. Communist Lying In Bursa Citadel 11/18/2012
27. Comparison 11/29/2012
28. Could The Spring Come Back Again 3/28/2010
29. Departure 1/4/2015
30. Dervish 8/22/2013
31. Do Not Make The Trees Ablaze 8/2/2013
32. Do You Remember When 9/18/2011
33. Do Yu Know 12/20/2009
34. Don Quixote 11/30/2012
35. Dying 12/3/2012
36. Evening In Prison 2/14/2012
37. Ever 12/8/2012
38. Every Morning 3/15/2009
39. Fake Flowers 12/21/2011
40. Family Homes 3/21/2009
Best Poem of Metin Sahin

The Running To Spring

on a january day.sunny but cold
but no snow on ground
a girl was running to spring
jumping..hopping and springing..flying
as taken and opening a wing
the joy on her skirts
she collected and scattered
a girl was running to spring
hopping..jumping..springing
may be flying
as taken and opening a wing
clad in her best lovely dress may be
she was smiling
longing for a smile
ı smiled her
she smiled to me with her smiling cheeks
the girl was running to spring
some cats interrupted her way
she caressed them all
one by one..addressing each ...

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Every Morning

every morning...he takes his off...his eyes...from their places...clumsily...lazı ly.....as he...as he leaves out..and gets out of his dreams...then he...puts on his feet...counts his arms..and if his fingers are in teir right places and complete...he places his head to its usual place...he then takes out his stomach....pours some tea in it..

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