Deniz's Original Poetry
Sleeping Amsterdam by Leonid Afremov
Sleeping Amsterdam by Deniz Bozdağ
On my own I walk at this lonely night
Pretending you are here with me
And I still feel your touch
on these lonely streets of Amsterdam
You still take my hand into yours like you used to
Keeping me warm in this breezy air
We take a glance through the colorful windows
Into the vivid houses
Everyone is with their families
living their happy lives together
I dream that one day it could be our family.
I squeeze your hand, glad that I have you near
I whisper "I love you."
Then I realize it's only in my mind,
that I'm talking to myself and not to you.
Then I take another step at this lonely night,
on these lonely streets of sleeping Amsterdam.
You are not here with me.
On my own I walk at this lonely night
Pretending you are here with me
And I still feel your touch
on these lonely streets of Amsterdam
You still take my hand into yours like you used to
Keeping me warm in this breezy air
We take a glance through the colorful windows
Into the vivid houses
Everyone is with their families
living their happy lives together
I dream that one day it could be our family.
I squeeze your hand, glad that I have you near
I whisper "I love you."
Then I realize it's only in my mind,
that I'm talking to myself and not to you.
Then I take another step at this lonely night,
on these lonely streets of sleeping Amsterdam.
You are not here with me.
Mosquito by gakinme
My Lucky Night
The passionate desire for blood took me all the way down here, to this old smelly room.
But when am I ever lucky?
Look what i've found.
An ancient, crinkled nosed lady.
She didn't even satisfy me,
Tonight I am again hungry.
The passionate desire for blood took me all the way down here, to this old smelly room.
But when am I ever lucky?
Look what i've found.
An ancient, crinkled nosed lady.
She didn't even satisfy me,
Tonight I am again hungry.
Seasons of Life by Deniz and Melis
The time he was born.
He learnt to walk,talk under the peaceful rain.
He grew up, he had his first girlfriend,
his first kiss, first drink, first mess.
He became mature, his children flew away,
Like the brown leaves drifting through the air.
Finally the winter came, everywhere was white.
He hid under his scarf, walked on the road alone
Inhaled the breezing air for the last time,he closed his eyes
walking on the road alone.
He learnt to walk,talk under the peaceful rain.
He grew up, he had his first girlfriend,
his first kiss, first drink, first mess.
He became mature, his children flew away,
Like the brown leaves drifting through the air.
Finally the winter came, everywhere was white.
He hid under his scarf, walked on the road alone
Inhaled the breezing air for the last time,he closed his eyes
walking on the road alone.
Marriage Souffle
This souffle is very easy to bake,
But you have to measure everything correct if you want it to be perfect.
First you have to prepare the mixture,
But on your mind your beloved one you should picture.
Merge two people in a bowl, be careful there shouldn't be any prejudice left in them, at all.
Add a full package of tolerance and understanding, and let it rise,
A handful of trust is the thing that will make it nice.
Pour 2 full cups of respect into it, because that's what keeps the others together within.
And the most important ingredient, 3 full cups of love to temper the dough,
But you have to measure everything correct if you want it to be perfect.
First you have to prepare the mixture,
But on your mind your beloved one you should picture.
Merge two people in a bowl, be careful there shouldn't be any prejudice left in them, at all.
Add a full package of tolerance and understanding, and let it rise,
A handful of trust is the thing that will make it nice.
Pour 2 full cups of respect into it, because that's what keeps the others together within.
And the most important ingredient, 3 full cups of love to temper the dough,
Nursery Poem
An ambitious young girl called Scout
Tried to make a cake without a doubt
The cake in the oven looked so nice
As it started to rise,
Then time went on and on then,
Ta daaaaaa!
The cake was done!
Couplet dedicated to "Mona Lisa" by Leonardo Da Vinci
Mona Lisa with the broken heart,
tempts to hide the pain in her eyes.