Metin Sahin

Rookie - 367 Points (28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

Metin Sahin Poems

1. Young Woman With Bandanna 4/29/2009
2. Wounded Man 3/14/2009
3. Woman And Her Spring Child 4/1/2009
4. Who Is Hamdi I 3/12/2015
5. When There Is Love 7/30/2013
6. Welcome 2/21/2012
7. We Need Love 7/30/2013
8. We Are Not Alone Ii 12/6/2013
9. We Are Not Alone I 10/23/2013
10. We And Our Old World 1/1/2012
11. Walking Free 5/1/2009
12. Waking On A New Morning 12/24/2011
13. Unintentionous Leisure 7/17/2012
14. Unforgottable Eyes 2/15/2012
15. To The Poet Ahmet Arif 4/1/2012
16. To My Mother 6/10/2009
17. This Enduring Life 1/18/2010
18. They Have Killed The Peace 10/16/2010
19. The Wordly Rule 12/22/2009
20. The Windows 2/16/2015
21. The Trio 1/19/2012
22. The Street Clover(Karanfil Sokagi) 2/18/2012
23. The Strangest Creature Of The World 11/28/2012
24. The Silent Ship 12/26/2011
25. The Running To Spring 1/5/2012
26. The Road To Illumination 2/25/2012
27. The Petition Scribe 12/23/2011
28. The Old Woman On The Road 7/13/2009
29. The Old Woman And The Old Mansion 1/21/2010
30. The Most Important...... 4/3/2012
31. The Most Important To Survive 2/1/2014
32. The Mosque 1/15/2015
33. The Last Station 1/7/2015
34. The Last Duty 8/18/2011
35. The Hoary Memories In Winter 1/21/2012
36. The Gloomy News (After Rhe Big Earthquake In 1930s) 1/2/2012
37. The Fire Night 12/28/2011
38. The Dream Of Abraham 3/3/2015
39. The Death Of A Beloved 10/2/2012
40. The Chimney 12/23/2009
Best Poem of Metin Sahin

A Hot Summer Afternoon

the sound ofthe summoning to prayer..ezan...the workmen destructing the building to soil....men are openin g there hands to sky...to cry....a bit...the carrying what to their nests...to their barns...for winter...a beauty combing her long hair in the mirror...my mother crying again...remembering my dead father...complaining from us....the birds are migrating to other lands..a wind blows her hot breath.....on our faces...in a flower pot....a flower suicides...

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A Cover Picture

A COVER PICTURE
the desert comes
with trails
on its sands
the poles come
with mute..cold white glaciers
the sea comes
with its salt
plane plateaus come

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