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Poems of the Lonely

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Poems by Cumhur Topbas

Lucifer

Lucifer, the god of light,
Or the prince of dark night.
Reveal me true nature of your kind,
The secret among all these shadows you hide.
Long lost from the memories of most,
Old world is gone, woodlands are gone,
None left from the spirits that rest in the trees.
And nothing can be done to make it undone.
Even birds sing different songs now,
From the long lost past,
Only circle of day and night
Remains unchanged

  

Dancing in the Moonlight

Dancing in the full moonlight
Like non among the mankind
Full with lust and emotions
Ready to burst into
A flame of endless passions
Brighter than the stars
In this night full of moonlight
Innocent as the rain and yet full with vain
A soul full of cracks, but strong as rocks

  

Love of Freedom

A breeze whistling over the branches of trees,
Giving soft touches to the leaves.
A lion hunting in the open wilderness,
Proud and strong with it endless glories.
An eagle flying over the mountains and seas,
Beyond the all earthly worries of our lives.
A star in the dark sky, a beacon for the tired souls
I want to be all, and ask for all
As I want to be free and whole.
A weight equal to what once Atlas,
Had shouldered with his great might

 

Early Days

Childhood is a spring breeze
On one can sail distant lands with dreams
Every coming year holds a fresh wonder
You can see heroes everywhere

Youth is an untamed steed
Everything beyond the horizon
Still awe-inspiring and new
Blessed with loves and ideals
Time goes by at an otherworldly gallop

These first years a cradle for the soul
A harbor sheltered from the storms of life
To love, to be loved and to discover are the greatest joys of all
Biography

36 years old, amateur Canadian poet and artist also a finance professional, real estate investor and entrepreneur, residing in Toronto, ON, originally from Istanbul, Turkey.

Favorite poets Lord Byron, Edgar Allan Poe, Bernard Shaw, John Keats… take inspiration from classical works and mythology, first time submitting my work to a journal, never published before

 

Address: 32 Spencer Ave, Unit 209, Toronto, ON, M6K 2J6

Phone: 647-765-5545

Email: cmtopbas@gmail.com

& Even

Elucatory environs meet round with rear and good wittlesmashing, chance even at some seventh Sunday
circuitouslythus

But! Peter would but bleed would but beg for but such chance as to buy such honor. Still & still such as has cause even to naturally fall upon is but

Course

Of! Finest, even
cartographic aye is still

at once expired.

Whence on such matters do old men keep shut mouths & Lemuel do you yet insist of souping concrete

flowers are too fine
for but a single mornings due
to morrow’s dew confine?

4 tis nothing short of alchemetical 2 be so o’erly dressed

Poems by Keith Atkissoon

Another windy day

 

What’s the ocean for but to stare out over

Huddled and cold, my hair blows and twists

Gulls pour up the cliffs, keeping silent today

Some hover and watch me from a distance

Some dive and head out over the crests of waves

Skimming the cold current

They steal my wind

The wind that draws me closer to the edge

Do they see my eyes blurred by tears?

 

The wind blows hard against my face

Reddening my cheeks, I shiver in the cold

Even the breaking waves have gone quiet

A mournful uneasiness over the sand

Is no one laughing today?

I hear nothing but another windy day

 

The whitecaps strum a silent song offshore

Sailboats glide slowly miles away

And while clouds gather, shadows grow long

Then a grey-deadened sea follows the sun

As it continues to vanish past the horizon

Bringing a gull-empty sky and whispering tones of sirens

Who cried the sea?

Was it me?

Not only me, but many more, the many who

Gaze out over the water every day, wishing, hoping, and praying

For the future to come, or for the past to return

To an indifferent sea, it’s just another windy day.

 

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Seeing my friend

 

Not me ,by me

Beside the sweet mist

Me, myself, my thoughts can’t resist

The vision plays out some every day

Is there anybody there? Listen I say

I’m waiting for a friend, a still empty chair

Can see them so clearly, me sitting there

Our voices, the song, and dripping good times

A neverland appears when I open my eyes

Things that aren’t real, rarely surprise

 

I need to go back to what I said before

My beautiful friend never comes through the door

To sit by me, and pay me some mind

Or give me a call, to just take the time

I see what’s there and it’s none of your mind

My friend’s soft words, they remind

Of lives that we lived and loves long ago

Tell each other stories of childhoods ago

 

I am my best friend, the only one I know

The one in the chair?

Their names’ alone

This so special bond, between twilight and dusk

As a stilted connection, and is so and such.

My friend just blurred, this thought crossed my mind

The time we next meet, I will find

The chair still empty, that’s not what I see

I see a friend

But I’m talking to me.

 

Confession

So here I am again,

Standing on the line,

Of what’s real or vain,

You’re so distinct,

Dear loneliness you found me,

Between the lines of eternity and my soul. 

The sun is here, 

But it feels so cold.

My shadow is reflecting,

And my hairs are floating.

” I’m use to it it’s fine, to be hurt, to be left, and every single hope I said are just memories in my head.”

I want to break,

I want to cry,

And hold into your hand.

I beg you,

I beg you,

Don’t leave me. 

” I’ll be good “

I promise.

I just want someone to love

And never let go.

What should I do,

To make you see.

I’m so desperate,

To feel a gentle hand,

On my head.

I don’t mean anything,

To anyone.

And those words let you see,

How pitiful I really am.

Story of Loneliness

I`m probably one of the most lonely people at my school. I have the worst social skills when it comes to talking to my friends and I rarely make new ones. I have found out that without a good social life in high school, you are miserable. I often find myself feeling very alone at lunch because everyone at my table goes to the library to go hang out after eating or there`s only one person at the table that I don`t know. Most of the people I sit with are perverts that like to make dirty jokes and lately i`ve been really sick of it.

I have a mentor that I look forward to seeing every day. Her name is Mrs Thornhill. She is the Deaf interpreter at my school. She interprets for a hard of hearing boy at my school. Every morning when I get to school, I do my hair in the bathroom, then go wait for her to get there. Sometimes she`s there when I get there, but she usually comes at 8, and the bell for class rings at 8:14, so we don`t have much time together in the morning. When she gets to school, she has to check in which takes 5-8 minutes, so we really don`t have much time together. Of course this is on a typical day. One day my friend told me she quit, and I cried for half the day. My heart was torn into pieces. I was so relieved when she emailed me telling me she just took a few days off. I don`t know what I would do without her. We hang out as much as we can, since none of my friends really talk to me much. I feel most lonely at lunch, during class when i`m not busy, and at home when I feel the need to get involved in activities. Mrs Thornhill told me to write her a letter whenever I feel lonely. I need to start doing that again. I have felt deep, unbearable pain because of loneliness. It`s so hard dealing with the things that come with being lonely. I`m often selfish, and I get really jealous of people who have a good social status. (I recently heard that jealousy is a form of abuse). I also get really mad easily. I could go on forever the symptoms of loneliness. Charminghealth.com has a good list of them. I have a friend that tells me “not to worry about it” when I ask her about things. It really bothers me. I have ADD, which everyone that has it should know they are socially screwed. I have been socially rejected by my peers since I was in elementary school. I also get bullied a lot every year at school. Probably because i`m so alone with hardly anyone by my side to back me up. I`m sick of it, and i`m going to want to die if I get bullied this school year again.

The reason why ADD is so bad is because people with it often have poor social skills. For me I feel like that`s a huge reason for why i`m lonely. Friends don`t seem interested in talking to me very often. Probably because of my voice or social skills. I have mild cerebral palsy. My voice is slightly impaired, and i`m sometimes very self conscious about it when i`m talking. I used to stutter horrible, but I rarely have problems with it now. I`m interested in sign language, so I try to sign when I can`t say a certain word. The problem is, most of the people I know don`t know any sign language, so I get really frustrated. When I was younger, my stuttering was so bad I did`nt want to talk. I had a speech teacher, and she helped me. I think these all contribute to being lonely. Since i`m self conscious about my voice, I refuse to talk to the class or read out loud, and when I have done it, my chest would be hurting and I would be out of breath from straining my voice to sound halfway decent and make the class hear me. I would rather be written up. I hope this does`nt go on forever. I have never had a boyfriend or went on a date or had my first kiss. I get crushes, but no one would want me except for a 23 or 24 year old that said he would be my boyfriend if he was my age. I`m probably leaving something out, but this is good for now. I better not have to deal with this once I`m an adult. I probably will.