0A twilight greets the lights
city ??lights, the city that holds the rumbling sound go,
where you should be, said the sunset light
slowly blinked in the dim evening light,
say good night, the lights, city lights
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
+1The sky was so bright. I walked in the light. My glare.
The days have made ??me busy. With a dream.
And I ran. Pursue my dream. Hunting days ever rushed.
Hurry up myself. Among the alarm clock rings. Revealed a hasty sheet almanac.
The newspapers were not read out. I rang.
Alarm clock after me. Loud alarm sounds.
Vehicles must be to the edge. I drove along the time. Guided time. Sweat melted.
I was laughing. Read a paperback book. I pushed the tablet screen.
Thus the light of day. And I’m delirious. Writing days
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
0I want to greet you, in every age. before dusk turning off the light to dark. before I became last.
if I changed the echo, the voice remains. voice resound. from the depths of the soul. aching soul.a poignant love and longing.
poetry, like the shadows of the panhandle. in dim light, I draw the shadow of the dream itself.
what should be spelled out of the shadows? once I had drawn the bat on the wall. shadows in the light attached to the wall.
bats emerging from the dark caves. into my childhood dreams. childhood which was theshadow on the wall. dim light of kerosene lamps
poetic shadows flapping wings. of the cave is dark and musty. screaming in my head.
I want to greet you, with a thousand shadows, I had drawn a little light. this evening.
a bat, looming in the poem, screaming in my head. through the dark. through the night.
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
+2I walked into the night. dusk light is lost. let me in, without knocking. I say hi.
Pedestrians at night. the poets who missed the night. lovers who picked up the evening light. from the sun. light a fire in the evening quiet.
I walked into the night. with fire in the head. I’ll burn with all the lonely nights. with all its dreams. My silent. own.
Night is a longing that never goes out. a fire lit silence. on to explain in the eyes of the heart
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
+4Read life toward twilight, who spend their entire life tears. whether longing to the love?
preach in the leaves of the whole, the most profound love wet soil, after the rain, the wind has brought together
preach to the birds that will come home at dusk, warm nest full of creeps and singing missed call
I have passed all the twilight, dusk always ask for written love poems, my fingers dancing, enduring word
maybe you could record, from the points of rain, there is no time to reveal the secrets you miss me
rain is possible that you miss me, whispered, damp soil to the blackened clouds, the sky was sobbing
the waving trees, there you missed cues, as a murmur as the wind whispers rustling
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.
+2Really comes from you love, love will come back to you
I accept your love as sincere heart, it was great hearing you all complain
all are yours, all is love, I am in your embrace
if I miss is a lie, if my love is a lie, but why is pounding in my heart always call your name?
if love is a test, pass the love you give me a chance
if it continues to upset me, is your soul in me that continues to call, missed love
I was very tired, give yourself the sincerity of surrender, I rest in your arms
love is extremely complex, translating a simple love
I’m the dust, and you have infinite breadth, I could not guess the dust is the secret love
I repeatedly falling apart, but love remains intact
I was upset that noisy, and you silence that accepts all ow
voice vote by the wind, echoing in the recesses, the sound of a voice that keeps calling you, miss
the prayers of the earth meets the sky, whether whispered some squealing, to uncover the veil of mystery: love intact
O, the one who yearns to hunt light in droves, with all hope, you note: a radiant miss
love sad if no reply, then do you encounter with dashed hope. mortal life, but eternal love
Do not miss starting my love, because without your love my life would be empty, do not mean anything
I’m not going to wipe the tears I cried, because it has been a witness to your love has always deserved to be missed
I you write in uppercase or lowercase letters, I know you know how much I miss
I turned to mush, miss you all, as a whole leaves a sincere love kissing your land receives the full signal
me and you, one who yearns and long for, longing to meet each other, although there is no distance love love
if my eyes could not look at your love, my mind’s eye blinded by the light of your love. I fell, shaking in my prostrate
fantastic, if my poem is a lie, then I have lost in the valley of the words, looking for you
I’m begging, begging for love always, and thou mighty rich
if I kept forgetting and forgetting in a negligent mistake, then you never really forget
ravel poems scattered to talk to you, O the beginning of the word
ravel scrambled sentences to talk to you, O the beginning of the word
ravel scrambled words to talk to you, O the origin of the word
ravel scrambled letters, to talk to you, O thou first of all first
and silence greet, which merged all quiet noisy crowded inside, only tears of lovers who long for love how sad
wings light the sky on to explain love, open dawn, hope grew as the buds are happy to greet the full universe
really comes from you love, love will come back to you
This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi (nanangsuryadi.com).
+6for; 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.
