yy

 

 

y

 

 

 

                                                                      

 

                                                                       Yaş otuz beş yolun yarısı eder,

                                                                       Dante gibi ortasındayız ömrün.

                                                                       Delikanlı çağımızdaki cevher;

                                                                       Yalvarmak yakarmak nafile bugün,

                                                                       Gözünün yaşına bakmadan gider.                                                                                       

 

                                                                       Şakaklarıma kar mı yağdı ne var?

                                                                       Benim mi Allah’ım bu çizgili yüz?

                                                                       Ya gözler altındaki mor halkalar?

                                                                       Neden böyle düşman görünürsünüz?

                                                                       Yıllar yılı dost bildiğim aynalar?

 

                                                                        Zamanla nasıl değişiyor insan?

                                                                        Hangi resmime baksam ben değilim.

                                                                        Nerde o günler, o şevk, o heyecan?

                                                                        Bu güler yüzlü adam ben değilim

                                                                        Yalandır kaygısız olduğum yalan.

 

                                                                        Hayal meyal şeylerden ilk aşkımız,

                                                                        Hatırası bile yabancı gelir.

                                                                        Hayata beraber başladığımız

                                                                        Dostlarla da yollar ayrıldı bir bir,

                                                                        Gittikçe artıyor yalnızlığımız.

 

                                                                        Gökyüzünün başka rengi de varmış

                                                                        Geç fark ettim taşın sert olduğunu.

                                                                        Su insanı boğar ateş yakarmış

                                                                        Her doğan günün bir dert olduğunu,

                                                                        İnsan bu yaşa gelince anlarmış,

 

                                                                        Ayva sarı nar  kırmızı sonbahar

                                                                        Her yıl biraz daha benimsediğim.

                                                                        Ne dönüp duruyor havada kuşlar?

                                                                        Nerden çıktı bu cenaze? Ölen kim?

                                                                        Bu kaçıncı bahçe gördüm tarumar?

                                                                                       

                                                                        Neylersin ölüm herkesin başında

                                                                        Uyudun uyanamadın olacak

                                                                        Kim bilir nerde, nasıl, kaç yaşında? 

                                                                        Bir namazlık saltanatın olacak

                                                                        Taht misali o musalla taşında.                     

                                                                                                              

                                                                                                  Cahit Sıtkı TARANCI

                                                                                  

                                                                                 

                                                                                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                       Ağır ağır çıkacaksın bu merdivenlerden,

                                                       Eteklerinde güneş rengi bir yığın yaprak,                       

                                                       Ve bir zaman bakacaksın semaya ağlayarak...

 

                                                       Sular sarardı... yüzün perde erde solmakta,

                                                       Kızıl havaları seyret ki akşam olmakta.

 

                                                        Eğilmiş arza, kanar, muttasıl kanar güller,              

                                                        Durur alev gibi dallarda kanlı bülbüller,

                                                        Sular mı yandı? Neden tunca benziyor mermer?

                                                                 

                                                        Bu bir gizli dildir ki ruha dolmakta            

                                                        Kızıl havaları seyret ki akşam olmakta            

                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                      Ahmet HAŞİM

                                                                                                                

 

                                                                

 

                                                               

                                                                       

                                                                    

                                                                    

                                                                    

 

-                                                                           

                                                                                                              

                                                                            Sevgileri yarınlara bıraktınız

                                                                            Çekingen tutuk, saygılı.

                                                                            Bütün yakınlarınız

                                                                            Sizi yanlış tanıdı

 

                                                                           

                                                                            Bitmeyen işler yüzünden

                                                                            ( Siz böyle olsun istemediniz)

                                                                            Bir bakış bile yeterken anlatmaya her şeyi

                                                                            Kalbimizi dolduran duygular

                                                                            Kalbinizde kaldı.

 

                                                                            Siz geniş zamanlar umuyordunuz

                                                                            Çirkindi dar vakitlerde sevgiyi söylemek.

                                                                            Yılların telaşlarda bu kadar çabuk

                                                                            Geçeceği aklınıza gelmezdi.

 

                                                                            Gizli bahçenizde

                                                                            Açan çiçekler vardı,

                                                                            Gecelerde ve yalnız.

                                                                            Vermeye az buldunuz

                                                                            Yahut vaktiniz olmadı.

 

                                                                                                           Behçet NECATİGİL

 

 

 

                                                                      

                                                                      

                                                                     

                                                                                                              

 

                                                                                                              

 

 

                                                                                   Ağlasam sesimi duyar mısınız,

                                                                   Mısralarımda;

                                                                   Dokunabilir misiniz

                                                                   Göz yaşlarıma, ellerinizle?

                                                                   Bilmezdim şarkıların bu kadar güzel,

                                                                   Kelimelerin kifayetsiz olduğunu

                                                                   Bu derde düşmeden önce

                                                                   Bir yer var söylemek mümkün.

                                                                   Epeyce yaklaşmışım duyuyorum,e

                                                                   Anlatamıyorum.

                                                       

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