peacef_pya

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Turkey based poet of the viral poem 'I am proud of my heart' and the author of the book 'Entangling, a book of poems'. She writes mostly in English.

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  • peacef_pya 8w

    The Sacred River

    Be good!
    Even if no one cares, for sure the birds will care!
    ©peacef_pya

  • peacef_pya 10w

    YAS!

    Kastamonu ve diğer illerimizde görülen sel felaketinin ve orman yangınlarının hala içimdeki acısı, bu doğa katliamı, kuş, yaban hayvanları katliamı içerisinde; evsiz, eşyasız, anıları yanıp kül olmuş, ailesi, sevdikleri evleri sulara gömülüp gitmiş halkımızın acısını yürekten paylaşıyorum. Artık içimden sosyal medyada bir paylaşım yapmak dahi gelmiyor. Uzun bir süre kullanmayacağım. Tüm dostlara, güvende olacağınız günler dilerim. Merak etmeyiniz. Dualarınızdan eksik etmeyiniz.
    ©peacef_pya

  • peacef_pya 17w

    By unknown writer

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    Artık yeni websitemize taşındık!

    Sevgili editörüm Michael, Zorba Press' in yeni websitesini gönderdi, fotoğrafımı da güncellemişler. Bilgilerimi de güncellemişler. Bioya ekledim.

  • peacef_pya 27w

    A very mean meaning!
    W. Shakespeare

  • peacef_pya 34w

    Contest

    Prepare your own poster for my poem 'I am proud of my heart' with my name under my poem. Tag @peacefpya #peacefpya #poem #poetry #poet #viral #viralpoem #poetryisnotdead #heartbreak #proud #iamproudofmyheart #zorbapress
    You can post your poster either on fb or instagram account, or on both of them until 15th April, 2020.

    The winners will receive a free ebook from my publisher Zorbapress, NY.
    ©peacef_pya

  • peacef_pya 34w

    Sana bıraktığım hiçbir şey, bırakmadıklarım kadar canını yakmayacak.
    ©peacef_pya

  • peacef_pya 37w

    and the music dies
    but she doesn't.
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  • peacef_pya 37w

    The breeze at dawn have secrets to tell you
    Don't go back to sleep!
    You must ask for what you really want.
    Don't go back to sleep!
    People are going back and forth
    across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
    The door is round and open
    Don't go back to sleep!

    Rumi

  • peacef_pya 40w

    Three Types of Regulars at Every Beach at Night

    Stars, now, moon, now.A full moon.
    The night is dark
    And the snow white teeth of a lover
    Not of a lover, but of two lovers.
    Now the eyes are kissing.
    Now the lips are kissing.Now the hands.
    Now the stars, now the moon. Full moon.
    Insects are creeping. Worms are creeping.
    And a wolf is howling dark and dark.
    A fearless beast, threatening us all.
    Now the stars, now the full moon.
    A small wave hits the shore and washes the bare feet of the lovers lying side by side looking at the stars.
    One giggles and the other holds her closer in his arms.
    Crabs are creeping and so are the new born caretta carettas.
    The song of a drunkard cuts open the darkness.
    A love song from so deep in his heart.
    As if it is a song from the heart of the ocean.
    And the poet thinks
    Why the fingers of a black woman curl inwards when a white woman can give her a warm hug? Is it not to touch?
    ©peacef_pya

  • peacef_pya 40w

    Angel

    Such is the way an angel talks.
    Such is the way an angel walks.
    An angel by no means fallen,
    upright, standing strong on her feet.
    ©peacef_pya