Forget

By Dian Candra Andriana

It's the same
I also forgot
Spell the name that has become the story
It becomes amnesia
When age gnawing twilight

March 17, 2015
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Dian Candra Andriana. Lives in Jakarta.

the twilight woman collector

By Olan Sanseviera

her way so hurry. unite anxiety with anxiety wrapped sake of plastic bottles
her face had been born as a trail of thousands of distance, along cibubur kranggan.
her eyes look so sharp. sharp injuries on the back of this road

Cibubur, East Jakarta, December 2013

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Olan Sanseviera. Lives in Cilodong, West Java, Indonesia.

boxes

By Sofyan Adrimen

we were placed in glass boxes are cracked
then our hair colored with flames
after that I saw their smiles higher

away, the higher away leaving us

...

July 20, 2013
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Sofyan Adrimen. A poet, lives in Semarang, Central Java.

Looks Like My Poem

By Siamir Marulafau

The poem you recite looks beautiful as mine
Whenever I feel so as to call the meaning
Makes me sometimes sad since the begining
I know that is the poem

The poem you recite seems to be as I write
It provides me precious wherever I travel by
The sound seems pretty, touch every where
I travel by,not one deny

The poem seems to be my life
Inseparable from the thought I gain
It looks like what you think so
The poem beautiful, creation of man's tought

July 22, 2013
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Siamir Marulafau. Lives in North Sumatra.

I Did Not Hear

By Boedi Ismanto SA

I did not hear
a lot of people crying in the night
time. but once
the morning arrived
you were even able to see
tears falling
on the phone or screen

March 9, 2013
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Boedi Ismanto SA. The poets.

*1 - one poem of 1000 poem in "1000 POETRY FOR THE SKY"

Pink over Jasmine

By Iwan Simatupang


(To Sitor Situmorang)

There was blood leak
Of care over jasmine
One and only one

There is a growing jasmine
In the kiss of the sea with the desert
Far so far away

Frozen blood
Jasmine wilt
Poultice glaze

There magpie on cactus
There is a cactus in the heart
There chirping spiked

Silent and only silent

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Iwan Simatupang. The poet.

Rain in the City of Atlas

By Rara Sarasva

Rain always brings nostalgic
In the black puddles in your town halls
On the night of the week is always interrupted by time
In the arms that carries bitterness
In the tears that I always disguised by granules rain
And the heart is lost by uncontrolled anger.

December 10, 2012
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Rara Sarasva. Lives in Semarang, Central Java.

So..

By Melly Syafiie

Let me grow as myself,
love..

Let me glow as the sun,
Let me as the scent of jasmine,
Let me rise as doves,

Until..
I can see
able to interpret,
the other side of a path of life..
...
..

Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.