Metin Sahin

Rookie - 369 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

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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Rodin's Man

the serpents... hanging down from the branches..of the apple trees...I sat upon the skies..flew to heaven...washed me the seas...the falling rain...the singing birds...the green eyes of eve...waver in the horizons of the spring....And....all the blue of the green plains...felll on the whiteness of my dreams....And shattered the universe..from head

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