Novels, stories and of course poems written by Turkish poets have undoubtedly shaped today’s world of culture and emotion. We have listed some of the best love poems written by Turkish poets, whose names will not end, for you.
Every society has a literature and certain genres specific to that literature. Novels and stories written by Turkish writers take us all on unique journeys. There are also poems written by Turkish poets. These poems do not offer long journeys. These poems on the way home from work, school we lean our heads on the bus window and those short but deep journeys in which we plunge into endless dreams.
Of course, it is a difficult subject to talk about Turkish poets, because if we started counting them now, even their names would be voluminous. Talking about poems fills a huge library. We have listed some of the best poems by Turkish poets for you. Read these poems but don’t just read these poems; think about it, research his poets, discover his other poems and who knows, finally write your own poem.
The best love poems of Turkish poets:
Understanding the inevitable: The one I can’t forget – Ahmed Arif
You would open
in my loneliness
blue and green,
You were hungry.
Rabbit blood, henna – clear.
I’d beat the pain, the bitches…
To go,
Go into exile in your eyes.
To lie down,
dungeon to sleep in your eyes
What about your eyes?
It’s not “to be or not to be”.
“Cogito ergo sum” is not at all…
The main thing is to understand the inevitable,
Unstoppable avalanche
Infinite stream.
To drink,
Drink the moonlight in your eyes.
To arrive,
To arrive in your eyes is the talisman of life.
What about your eyes?
You were a soul in the secret of my soul
Our love, not blood, flowed into the night,
The more you squeeze, the executioner,
lasso…
To listen,
Three to hear in your eyes – trees
Shut up,
Silence in your eyes
Like a razor…
What about your eyes?
An unusual love story: Galata Canto – Ece Ayhan
I’ve never had a sister in China
My flower shop Ivan Milinski
Three Galata nights in the Genoese brothel
He looked at my painted shoes, my big manhood
The face of a hammered gold woman with perfect teeth
So who is this Beautiful Avratotu?
I’ve been standing drinking beer possible
I think a hundred people ironed the girl in the boat again.
You know, it’s in my power to pay taxes while drinking beer.
Besides, that Gullu Agop idiot was going to withdraw my bus money.
I don’t want to go home, we negotiate, we sleep in the hammam
Go away, don’t talk about national income now, get the hell out of here.
Mübeccel Mübeccel, even if I am me, I will never understand you, huh?
Please extend your legs from Galata to the seas.
Tell me without whining about your brothers, both of whom are crazy Mübeccel
Tell me who has strike nails like Maiden’s Tower in their heart
Who squats down on empty cisterns?
Don’t be mad at me, my eyes have gone to my flower gardens in China
I’ve never had an older sister in China, I’ve never had a flower shop
When we laugh in Galata at night, our legs get longer, we are used to death now.
I will say this Ivan Milinski: we reserved for death nights laughing
in Galata
A poet’s touch on loneliness: The Wall of Love – Can Yücel
was it you or was it my loneliness
we used to open our rusty eyes in the blind darkness
a hangover in our language
halls markets art lovers
I used to say my day was to expose you in public
an ammonia flower on your collar
my loneliness is my pissing countess
the more miserable we are, the better
We are haunted by Kumkapi taverns
in front of us is golden head gold chain bean stew
between us, the officers, the teams, the speedy pashas
they would find it in the open in the morning
it was so hot that the hands of the scavengers
you used to caress me with the hands of the garbage men
my loneliness is my broom hair
the worse we smell, the better
I looked at a red plane in the sky
lots of steel lots of stars lots of people
one night we crossed the wall of love
where I fell is so clear
There is only you at my bedside and the universe
I don’t count the ones I’ve died and resurrected
my loneliness is my plural songs
the more we live without lies the better
The most valuable is the one that remains hidden: I will hide you – Özdemir Asaf
Believe that I will hide you
When I write, when I draw,
In my songs, in my words.
You will stay, no one will know
And no one will see you
You will live in my eyes.
You will see, you will hear
A glowing warmth of love,
You will sleep, you will wake up.
You’ll look, it doesn’t look like
The days that come, to those who have passed,
You will dive.
understand a level
A life is to spend,
You will spend.
I will live you, unspeakable,
I will live in my eyes;
I will keep it in my eyes.
One day, to fully explain..
You will look
I will close my eyes..
You will understand.
Love is a state of entanglement: Elevator – Sunay Akın
telephone exchanges
binds me to you darling
nuclear power plants
asking where the sky is
into the smoke of a steamboat
no one can answer
swinging his child on the suspension bridge
Istanbul is a mother
that his
full of milk
Girl’s Tower
watered down to cool
What pen and sword
What sword is better than the pen
learn to live together
eg pencil
write love poems
and as it blunts, let the sword hewn
Even when we’re alone
we smell human
on a deserted island
Robinson
on his first masturbation
fear of being caught
hanging in its own space
we are actually elevators
and I have
a fresh clove
I’m stuck
between two floors
The past has not always passed: Such a Loving – Atilla İlhan
what women i liked, they didn’t exist anyway
they used to wear rain one with autumn
If I caress a little, it’s like they were children
If I let go, his eyes will fog up with fear.
what women i liked, they didn’t exist anyway
such a love has never been seen
no don’t think they forgot me
still occasionally receives letters
They weren’t real, they were hope
an old song maybe a poem
what women i liked, they didn’t exist anyway
such a love has never been seen
they took my hand in my loneliness
their distant whispers make me shudder
as if they were a cloud in the sky
where did they go now who knows
what women i liked, they didn’t exist anyway
such a love has never been seen
Faded memories: Bird Deaths – Ahmet Telli
I’m getting lonely, there’s only you
Unanswered questions come to my mind
and the suicide plan of birds is mentioned in the city
I stay in your cold hands like a swallow
Your hands are a land of madness, a long silence
as warm as the books we read together
When did we read these books and why?
We drew every line and made notes on its shores.
The world is like a long desert, a glacier
You can’t find answers to the questions that come to my mind
And the swallows keep falling, I’m cold
our lives pass by with the sadness of a passenger
A darkness falls in your voice, your face is falling apart
slips through my fingers
the words i choose to describe a love
The wrong numbers are always falling on the phones.
old acquaintances avert their fearful gaze
There is only you, if I get rid of it, I will get rid of this love
There were people with milky blue smiles/ where are they now
I forgot the names of most of them addresses engraved in their IDs
Nevin killed herself the other day, you know she was a girl like poetry
Öner had an infarction inside, he used to cough intermittently.
Ayşe, on the other hand, is a novice street jerk now.
I’m cold, but you don’t wrap me with memories and tell us about our loneliness
This city no longer cares about the suicide of birds
And my chest is frozen in this cold loneliness
We walked the streets where we drank tea together
those milky blue smiles in the autumn pale now
i forgot most of their names
how it is quiet living in the middle of the noise
Gulcin will never kiss again
he won’t be able to drink tea with the porcelain cup he loves so much
she won’t be able to grow her hair like her lover wants
I’m getting lonely, cold, I thought I forgot
The adventure of a love that would be an epic if written
there will be a footnote in my poem for now
Sometimes Another: It Gets Cold Even Death – Ülkü Tamer
Keep it in a forest
tied to the tree
He slept like he was sleeping
your eyes softly
A cold wind blow
Even death is cold
It tells of the flowing blood
with white voice
They knelt before
Then they shot
To your broken heart
Nest worm bullets
A cold wind blow
Even death is cold
It tells of the flowing blood
with white voice
A dove landed
in your hands that night
There was a red wreath
handcuffs on wrist
A cold wind blow
Even death is cold
It tells of the flowing blood
with white voice
A love without borders: Üvercinka – Cemal Süreya
Thus, once again, we are necked by their numbered places
This is your longest neck to hold on or not give up hope
We are on a tram going from Laleli towards the world.
How come you suddenly touch my heart
But how come you don’t touch my heart
Making love takes effect once again
on all landmasses
including Africa
You know how to think clearly, don’t be missing
As long as you know how to sleep in bed
Dear God, what is a sin to sleep with you?
It’s like it’s in vain that your hair has grown so long
I have never seen such vibrant hair in my life.
A separate heart beats inside each string
for all landmasses
including Africa
You have a mood, it’s the one that surrounds me
It takes on more value with it to breathe
He’s right because he’s hungry in the morning
Nice that she won and saved her day
Beautiful like many flower names
Blooming with the most recognizable reds
on all landmasses
including Africa
We think verses together but good but bad
I say your neck, no one can evaluate your neck as much as me
If we say one more line, everything will be alright.
We don’t take two more steps they hold us
So they catch us one more time and shoot us
They’re shooting us from morning to night anyway.
on all landmasses
including Africa
It’s the right time to talk about your courage here.
Joining the song of freedom in the crowded streets
She was brave like a sultan, she doesn’t have that charming touch.
I think of you holding a glass
Evening tops at Çiçek Pasajı
The real poverty begins after that.
on all landmasses
Except for Africa
A wind blowing from childhood: Yad – Turgut Uyar
I had good days, wet with rain,
And my beautiful nights are full of fairy tales.
Everything, everything was beautiful, tears, the world, time,
The deserted, dusty country road where I pick blackberries,
I had good days, wet with rain.
I used to walk in fear in our little grove,
And I searched for God in sparrow nests,
When I couldn’t find it, I would send prayers with running water,
In the spring weather that covers the sky with clouds,
I would walk around our tiny grove with fear.
I used to watch the moon growing every day in the sky.
And ruined cemeteries from the castle wall,
The rock that reminds me of a scary giant.
And the blue amulets that my mother wore,
I used to watch the moon growing every day in the sky.
The oil lamp burning in the middle of the room,
And sometimes the nights lit up with lightning.
The stork’s nest standing on our chimney,
How beautiful, what beautiful tales, riddles.
Oil lamp burning in the middle of the room.
My joys are left behind in the old days,
I had good days, wet with rain,
In that land where I was born, in that dry desolate place,
It wasn’t oil it was a fairy tale burning in their lamps
My joys are left behind in the old days…
Bonus: Thinking of You – Nazım Hikmet Ran
It’s nice to think of you
hopeful thing,
From the most beautiful voice in the world
It’s like listening to the most beautiful song…
But hope is not enough for me anymore,
I no longer listen to songs,
I want to sing…
Written by Turkish poets we have listed some of the best love poems. Of course, our list could be much longer. You can share the poems and poets you want to be on our list in the comments.