DAILY POEMS- WRITTEN BY MELİS BERİL YEMİŞÇİ
COOPERATIVE POEM
Love Restaurant Love is a food I love, A drug to get dizzy, Now I am trapped, the claw Is sticky as jelly. A girl asked to be loved, Life betrayed her badly. She screamed as she was shoved, Her lover wasn't friendly. This station is boring, Syllables are even worse. I need someone caring Before I'm in a curse. ---------------------------------- What I love About Love What I love about the love That it's real, not a lie. When true feelings are above, In your arm arms, I die. - Edited by Melis Beril Yemişçi |
FIRST LINE/LAST LINE POEM
Regretful Fear
I find myself sitting on a bus (Mojgani), Thinking I have no chance to go back anymore, Feeling happy and scared at the same time That I’ll see your face. When we meet you pull me to hug While I am tied with a firm rope called “fear”. I want to know if you can tear the rope, And we both know even if you can There is no way to come without abandoning a piece of mine, And that’s a thing that I’d never do. As you pull closer, I see your heart is made of stones With a thin layer of glue, And I hold the rope even tighter. I know we’re not like two pieces of puzzle that fit perfectly, But you already look like you’re ready to cut the excessive parts Just by sacrificing, Yet I am too selfish to understand it. There isn’t I, you, we; but there is a “he” from now on And a regretful “she”, who wishes didn’t Had the audacity to tell him “get over it”(Koyzcan). |
EXTENDED METAPHOR POEM
Who Is Guilty? An aquarium and a fish by the sea, Fish is blinded by the colorful coral in the bowl that he is forgetting he is swimming in his own sh*t. A bee, unafraid to stick its sting, Appears in front of the fish. Fish is jealous of the bee but still applauds his owner because of the great view of the sea, Without realizing the owner is the one who keeps him away from being free. Fish is unaware that he can survive without the owner, So the owner is relaxed and carefree. If that fish was brave and could jump to the sea, He could taste the freedom which is already owned by the bee. So tell me, - the owner, fish or bee- who is guilty? |
MINESWEEPER POEM
WAR Enemies, bring the end daringly and fast! Fight is inevitable, mothers are already shedding their tears. Sky is even closer than before, as the soldiers walk away from their mothers’ breathe. Warmth and hope, they are all being searched for in the empty streets. Peace leaves our hands and fleets. Captured soldiers -in the arms of their enemies- hug their rifles like they’re giving their last kiss. Walls of communication are destroyed, although all the power is still assumed to be engaged. Feeling of abandonment is the one that hurts them, not the bleeding. Reaching to the gun is harder than reaching to the stars. Moths of the night, for the last time, surround the corpses with the song of weep. |
DEFAMILIARIZED POETRY TRYOUT
Protected By A Tree All the nurturing trees Given by God, with sharp and wraparound branches, Protecting us from the nature. A soft and fat trunk, as strong as a rock, that would never breakdown even when you lean or crash the hardest. With long and ubiquitous roots ready to shake the world if she is being pulled away From you Weeping for you to hug but brave and also ready for you to cut her. |
DEFAMILIARIZED SET
similarities
don’t be wrapped around me! shouted the left shoelace to the right as he was walking down the hill running away from the right but we are similar! shouted the right And that was why the left shoelace was gone. and when the right lace caught him and hugged him and loved him and when they were finally together: we all fell down |
hummingbird
i love this cruel world i really do though i can’t stop myself to approach to those charming and tricky flowers cause every time i give up from my speed, from my mission (from rising to sky) to touch the beauty of yours: my eyes close and i lose all my strength Feel that i am being pulled into the wrong and being pulled away from this merciless fine world that i’m captured in - as a hummingbird |
me: your friend cartau
i kiss you from the deepest end of my frozen heart i touch you with turning on all the senses in my skin to feel you i listen you- without hearing a word you say and i hug you- like i want to tear all your skin up and take it with me but! i beg you please don’t say that three pieces of trash: cause i don’t… from me - your friend - cartau |
ARTWORK HAIKUS
PERSONA POEM
I’M YOUR LUNGS
Hi, I’m your lungs.
A pair of organs
that you seem like you don’t care at all.
Did you remember?
The ones that you kill more every day,
sometimes even each hour- if you’re under stress.
You also kill yourself as you kill me
with your white, disgusting, “heart-warming” sticks.
(Trust me, you wouldn’t want to know what the heart says about it.)
Do you at least remember the day you cried like a baby
because you burnt your arm with the iron.
That’s what I feel in your each inhale…
I just wanted to say these;
So I won’t be the only one to blame
for being on operation table-
just one day before your daughter’s fifth birthday.
So you won’t only blame me
for incessant coughs.
So you can understand that I am a part of yours
even you like or not.
We need each other:
To live.
I’M YOUR LUNGS
Hi, I’m your lungs.
A pair of organs
that you seem like you don’t care at all.
Did you remember?
The ones that you kill more every day,
sometimes even each hour- if you’re under stress.
You also kill yourself as you kill me
with your white, disgusting, “heart-warming” sticks.
(Trust me, you wouldn’t want to know what the heart says about it.)
Do you at least remember the day you cried like a baby
because you burnt your arm with the iron.
That’s what I feel in your each inhale…
I just wanted to say these;
So I won’t be the only one to blame
for being on operation table-
just one day before your daughter’s fifth birthday.
So you won’t only blame me
for incessant coughs.
So you can understand that I am a part of yours
even you like or not.
We need each other:
To live.