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Hello everyone,

My name is Beyazıt Çelik. I am a Turkish poet writing about love, darkness, the soul, and history.

I have published my first professional poetry book, and I am currently working on two stories focused on fantastic and love.

For me, writing is a journey of the spirit — a way of exploring both light and shadow within the human heart.

I’m happy to be here and look forward to sharing my work and reading yours.

The Sweetest Defeat

The finest war I ever lost —
I surrendered to your grace.
Even deserts would bloom for me
If I could see your face.

Your name alone becomes my dawn;
My wounds fall still when you are near.
Let the world collapse around us —
With you, even defeat is dear.

You never know how love will arrive.
Sometimes it hides in a single glance, sometimes between words, sometimes in footsteps or in a smile.

Love is an enigma. You can never truly understand it.
Reason and logic withdraw. The mind ceases to function. A hidden force takes hold of you.
You do what you swore you wouldn’t do,
you go where you said you would never go,
you say what you promised you would never say—
and you are not even aware of it.

Love has a mysterious, romantic, fantastical, mist-covered side.
It seizes your reason and your logic, makes you do everything—
yet it is you who does it.
While it entertains your soul in a realm of dreams,
it plays with your body like a toy.

Love draws a veil over your eyes.
The veil moves in waves.
There are images upon it that cannot be distinguished from reality.
As it ripples, the images begin to move.
It enchants you.
You fall in love with the image on the veil,
never knowing who truly stands before you.
Are they beautiful? Spoiled? Gentle?
You cannot know—
because you are gazing at the veil love has drawn over your eyes.

It fastens a spiritual chain around your neck—
heated in fire, washed in rosewater, scented with musk and amber.
A chain impossible to escape, impossible to break.

It places a scalpel in your hand
so that you may cut your own heart open, again and again, each day—
and still, you do not realize it.

There are enchanted shoes upon your feet.
They walk for you.
They choose your direction.

Love confiscates your will
and plays you like a puppet.
Now you stand face to face with a lifetime
at the mercy of another—and of love itself.

The road to salvation is nearly impossible.
Everything has an end.
You will wait for love’s ending as well—
its death,
or yours.

Hey, this is beautiful!!

✦ autumn ✦ (to write is to breathe) ✧ wrote: "Hey, this is beautiful!!"

Thank you. I will pay attention to that.
Actually, the poem I wrote was more like an interpretation — it was a spontaneous response written in that moment.
A beautiful reply to beautiful verses, expressed through beautiful lines.

I thought so, and I liked your way of responding, just thought i’d clarify.

Very beautiful lines ✨

Thank you. These lines are a brief excerpt from a true story I am in the process of writing.”
I would be happy to hear your thoughts, whether positive or negative. Your feedback will help me achieve a better result.

Your Presence Is Enough

I ask for no promises anymore,
one glance from you is enough.
If life is a hurried road,
when you pause, the world stands still.

My heart learned silence beside you—
love, it seems, is not noise.
Even if everything else is missing,
your presence is enough.

-From my poetry book The Sweetest Defeat, a collection of love, silence, and the beauty of surrender.-