+5Have you seen that angel with such sweet lips?
She can make you forget it all with just one kiss.
When she gets upset, she likes to come to me.
She curls up in a ball while I call her sweet pea.
You can describe her plenty, many would agree.
The first thing that comes to mind is she’s artsy.
Wait, could it be what love poems speak of?
The writer’s idea of two people falling in love?
I shouldn’t just sit here, writing, and wait.
Me and you, it’s our destiny, it’s our fate.
This poem was written/submitted by Mike Nissan.
+4for; Ananda Sukarlan
Night, whether it’s still tinkling piano. dancing fingers tracing a history of longing, love that very closely, what was addressed, you
night, whether the hand was still dancing to the beat of a rhythmic way, like a drizzle, to make you sad
night, where they will quickly dream dreams full of rhythm, fragrant and fragrant hue longing, in space empty space
night, the memories always come suddenly, like dejavu you bring me word called poetry
night, I greet you like the dew that slowly transformed the quiet, so clear, in the flower bud
tonight, let you stay silent, at the top still, quiet poetry of the most poetic, quiet songs that most songs, music dwells most music
night, like the shadow of death, so longing for tears? Rub of the very beautiful eyes
night, I heard the rustling of paper, the soft voice, so softly tinkling piano, chiming guitars so raucous, percussion that sliced heart. may be worried?
night, dark and black metaphors, little light and there, lying in a dream
night, where do you store all the recalls? in doubt, or song in the hunt missed Wednesday? your love is sweet
night, what memories color? a dark black, or blue sky. whether it was missed?
night, love passing on the timeline, as there is a wait. maybe you, sing in the quiet time
please, read this poem in bahasa indonesia at http://puisi.lecture.ub.ac.id
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
0for: Kunthi Hastorini
Life in which we live, we are thankful for life
with laughter or tears
immerse themselves in the infinite love love
that we give life meaning, life that we are thankful for
with exuberant laughter or tears
sow love into the chest of light
life in which we live, we are thankful for life
with happiness or sadness
only, for the love of god
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
-1 A star far, like a sealed light flicker in the eyes, the distance, the distance
A poem that tired, you do not want closed, at night the cartilage, so dark virgin
sped is what dreams are forced to move, fly to the sky dark, until you come to a quiet star, dreaming alone
my dreams have frozen, melt, melting, freezing repeatedly, as the poem is always recycled, eternal nothing
good night, said the night star, the long, lonely not to hear. nights are increasingly isolated, from the dream
good night, said the night wind, which did not stop shivering state poem
I do not want to fall asleep, said the wind of the night, a dream to develop me into having a nightmare, like a bedtime tale
good night poems, according to said dispersed night. but the poems do not want to shut
at night the cartilage, so dark virgin
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
0 Some-one want to draw a pair of doves, the picture book, and the hearts of the same shape
could he recall? it is faithful, love without prejudices, without the temptation of love
but he keeps his desire be quietly, in prayer, the dripping tears, to express jealousy
There are drawing a pair of doves, in a full day yet, no matter the time of pirates, maybe you, the hoped-for
a pair of doves flying from the picture book, you lukisi tears, that afternoon. hack secret
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
+2 At the ovaries if you are not crushed
by the tests and scans…
At the families if you are not tired
by the partialities i have faced…
At the school if you are not frightened
by the humiliations you faced..
At the teenage if you are not plucked
by the eve teasers and fake lovers…
At the marriage,if you are not smashed
by the bargains for dowry..
If you possess a little breath,
after this long play..
And if you wish that this play
should not depress your generation..
At the motherhood give your girl confidence from your breasts itself..
Or do a sex transplanting surgery
to your little angle by yourself
and that is the greatest gift a mother
could give for her sweet babe….
This poem was written/submitted by AISWARYA.
+4 Like mist, secret by secret, covering the eyes, who want to hit the air signal pierced the bone marrow. o adventurous
the hours tick needle puncture to the chest right time. I did not stop stumbling tick. to the top. to the top. ah, weary
My sentence was so harsh. voices call bustled. This disorder inconsistent. stir obscure my view.
buzzing sound. murmur. microphone is broken. nasal spiker. druggist and chairs in the back door stubborn drunk dancing on the table.
like fog. harass my opinion. Thick padding in the course of time. o you wash with light. light penetrating the frozen!
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
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