By Vicky Zulkifli Rauf
occasionally settle down in a quiet
so you think how wisdom
all forms of meetings
all kinds of separation
and let your tears be a river
irrigate the dried chest cavity
too old suffering from a sense
ended with no meaning
occasionally drop by in silence
though a moment
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Vicky Zulkifli Rauf. Living in Jakarta.
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Dec 26, 2013
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 3, 2013
Lost
By Sitok Srengenge
today
a wiseman
write a freedom lyrics
that he dreamed yesterday
tomorrow morning
he will sing
a freedom lyrics
that he wrote today
day after tomorrow
he wanted to paint freedom
which he sang the morning
that he wrote today
that he dreamed yesterday
The next day
he did not paint
not sing
do not write
even
not daydream
he lost
until
today
1997
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Sitok Srengenge. A poet.
today
a wiseman
write a freedom lyrics
that he dreamed yesterday
tomorrow morning
he will sing
a freedom lyrics
that he wrote today
day after tomorrow
he wanted to paint freedom
which he sang the morning
that he wrote today
that he dreamed yesterday
The next day
he did not paint
not sing
do not write
even
not daydream
he lost
until
today
1997
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Sitok Srengenge. A poet.
Mar 27, 2013
Twilight at the Coffee Shop
By Vicky Zulkifli Rauf
twilight has just passed
we release our longing each other
about a week confined by time
then tell the story, company by the coffee milk
Of course, the next time we meet
I wait for the new story
piece of memory from you
March 26, 2013
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Vicky Zulkifli Rauf. Lives in Jakarta.
twilight has just passed
we release our longing each other
about a week confined by time
then tell the story, company by the coffee milk
Of course, the next time we meet
I wait for the new story
piece of memory from you
March 26, 2013
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Vicky Zulkifli Rauf. Lives in Jakarta.
Mar 5, 2013
Mister City
By Abe DF
I saw him standing
Under the proclamation figure sculpture
Cremate himself a hero without meaning
As black mesh surrounded the city
The birds are reluctant to perch
In the branches of a dead faint canary
: Does the wind not being touched your heart?
February 28, 2013
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Abe DF. Living in Jakarta.
I saw him standing
Under the proclamation figure sculpture
Cremate himself a hero without meaning
As black mesh surrounded the city
The birds are reluctant to perch
In the branches of a dead faint canary
: Does the wind not being touched your heart?
February 28, 2013
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Abe DF. Living in Jakarta.
Feb 12, 2013
female
By Hang Ws
I'm in the frame of you
not quite satisfied when you saw
wild intercourse within you
create a conspiracy with time
when the fulfillment of the treated
I was in my nature
not quite ornate appearance
for myself
miscellaneous I should not carry
forced to installed on my face
and you
very busy
the conspiracy of lust from you
even in waiting for the fulfillment
have you raped me
through your mind
January 27, 2013
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Hang Ws. Lives in Bantul, Yogyakarta.
I'm in the frame of you
not quite satisfied when you saw
wild intercourse within you
create a conspiracy with time
when the fulfillment of the treated
I was in my nature
not quite ornate appearance
for myself
miscellaneous I should not carry
forced to installed on my face
and you
very busy
the conspiracy of lust from you
even in waiting for the fulfillment
have you raped me
through your mind
January 27, 2013
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Hang Ws. Lives in Bantul, Yogyakarta.
Feb 5, 2013
What Is?
By Zie Sastragudarabramanta
if we are under a foreman inked paper
or death shrouded flags
not at all we stand for?
January 2013
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Zie Sastragudarabramanta. Lives in Bandung.
if we are under a foreman inked paper
or death shrouded flags
not at all we stand for?
January 2013
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Zie Sastragudarabramanta. Lives in Bandung.
Jan 12, 2013
The face was etched into the rain
By Yanwi Mudrikah
1
The face was etched into the rain
Together wind breeze
:are often destroyed my soul
2
This time, the drizzle would be etched into beautiful
As the rain last december
:become your face
August 2011
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Yanwi Mudrikah. Lives in Purwokerto, Central Java.
1
The face was etched into the rain
Together wind breeze
:are often destroyed my soul
2
This time, the drizzle would be etched into beautiful
As the rain last december
:become your face
August 2011
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Yanwi Mudrikah. Lives in Purwokerto, Central Java.
Dec 24, 2012
Love
By Fanny Jonathans Poyk
Love the red dice that hit flush on the cheek
ran for a figure in the pseudo shadows
Love is the story structured in vague instinct about you and me
its followed the trail since the end of the previous period
Love still flushed, moaning pitifully in every niche memory
Love is the memories of past and present are often biased
in seconds stomping
Love is a fragility to always remember that no definite
Love... its pounced and poked through all wishful
September 2, 2012
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Fanny Jonathans Poyk. Lives in Jakarta.
Love the red dice that hit flush on the cheek
ran for a figure in the pseudo shadows
Love is the story structured in vague instinct about you and me
its followed the trail since the end of the previous period
Love still flushed, moaning pitifully in every niche memory
Love is the memories of past and present are often biased
in seconds stomping
Love is a fragility to always remember that no definite
Love... its pounced and poked through all wishful
September 2, 2012
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Fanny Jonathans Poyk. Lives in Jakarta.
Dec 17, 2012
The Jungle
By Önald Änold
the wolves scattered
chased by the dog peed
the lion laugh count the votes
:vibrant forest again, its whistle!
Pamulang, October 7, 2012
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Önald Änold. Lives in Pamulang, South Tangerang, West Java.
the wolves scattered
chased by the dog peed
the lion laugh count the votes
:vibrant forest again, its whistle!
Pamulang, October 7, 2012
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Önald Änold. Lives in Pamulang, South Tangerang, West Java.
Nov 26, 2012
the night
By Kwek Li Na
You like the night
engulf myself in silence
and I never get out of your heart
since the first
magnetize my eyes
to love you;
so I did not know
my face again
all in the mind
be you
Baozhong, November 25, 2012
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Kwek Li Na. A woman poet, lives in Taiwan.
You like the night
engulf myself in silence
and I never get out of your heart
since the first
magnetize my eyes
to love you;
so I did not know
my face again
all in the mind
be you
Baozhong, November 25, 2012
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Kwek Li Na. A woman poet, lives in Taiwan.
Nov 19, 2012
That Feeling
By Melly Syafiie
Let me enjoy it..
For a while
Let me fall asleep..
Enjoy every vibration
Inhale
Splash it on every inch of the soul and body..
After that,
Go on
It's okay
There's no tears were falling
There was the smell of sadness
But let for the last time
I shouted:
"O my soul! I love you more than you think!
Really! So!"
And I beg you, say something..
Pamulang, September 19, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Pamulang, West Java.
Let me enjoy it..
For a while
Let me fall asleep..
Enjoy every vibration
Inhale
Splash it on every inch of the soul and body..
After that,
Go on
It's okay
There's no tears were falling
There was the smell of sadness
But let for the last time
I shouted:
"O my soul! I love you more than you think!
Really! So!"
And I beg you, say something..
Pamulang, September 19, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Pamulang, West Java.
Nov 5, 2012
Lover
By Wanto Tirta
lover
in the light of your moon
I was not expecting your shaded attend
I want hugging
hugging tightly
closely unshakable even though sliver
many times I call
many say ably not meet
lace while silencing
an exhausted asking
lover
in the light of your moon
I picked up your alif
30 September 2012
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Ajibarang, West Java.
lover
in the light of your moon
I was not expecting your shaded attend
I want hugging
hugging tightly
closely unshakable even though sliver
many times I call
many say ably not meet
lace while silencing
an exhausted asking
lover
in the light of your moon
I picked up your alif
30 September 2012
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Ajibarang, West Java.
Oct 30, 2012
Longing Now is Silent
By Dianna Firefly
Longing now is silent. I can not reveal because you live in the mind: in dreams and fantasies. I was already damned Eros so brave as rain in June. Love is simple. Love in silence. I was only able to remember the sound of the guitar, the liberation poetry, and nights when you're with me. Without having'm looking where you're going when the heart does not stop to ask, "Where are you?"
October 24, 2012
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Dianna Firefly. Lives in Pontianak, West Kalimantan.
Longing now is silent. I can not reveal because you live in the mind: in dreams and fantasies. I was already damned Eros so brave as rain in June. Love is simple. Love in silence. I was only able to remember the sound of the guitar, the liberation poetry, and nights when you're with me. Without having'm looking where you're going when the heart does not stop to ask, "Where are you?"
October 24, 2012
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Dianna Firefly. Lives in Pontianak, West Kalimantan.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 17, 2012
Disappear
By Sari Ayu Mardelina
Reading between the lines
behind the explicit
see
hidden hypocrisy
behind the mask of a smile
full as the stomach
the hunger disappear
love,,
the drum of the dancer's
said and your actions
betrayed Lakshmi
were glued awaits your presence
October 21, 2012
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Sari Ayu Mardelina. Lives in Medan.
Reading between the lines
behind the explicit
see
hidden hypocrisy
behind the mask of a smile
full as the stomach
the hunger disappear
love,,
the drum of the dancer's
said and your actions
betrayed Lakshmi
were glued awaits your presence
October 21, 2012
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Sari Ayu Mardelina. Lives in Medan.
Oct 9, 2012
Love
By Fanny Jonathans Poyk
Love the dice that hit flush on the cheek
ran for a figure in the pseudo shadows
Love is the story structured in vague instinct about you and me
He followed the trail since the end of the previous period
Love still flushed, moaning pitifully in every niche memory
Love is the memories of past and present are often biased
in seconds stomping
Love is a fragility to always remember that no definite
Love... he pounced and poked through all wishful
September 2, 2012
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Fanny Jonathans Poyk. Lives in Jakarta.
Love the dice that hit flush on the cheek
ran for a figure in the pseudo shadows
Love is the story structured in vague instinct about you and me
He followed the trail since the end of the previous period
Love still flushed, moaning pitifully in every niche memory
Love is the memories of past and present are often biased
in seconds stomping
Love is a fragility to always remember that no definite
Love... he pounced and poked through all wishful
September 2, 2012
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Fanny Jonathans Poyk. Lives in Jakarta.
Oct 3, 2012
lover
By Wanto Tirta
lover, in the light of your moon
I was not expecting your attend shaded
I want hugging
hugging tightly
closely unshakable even though sliver
many times call again
many times not meet proficient
lace while silencing
asked an exhausted
lover,
in the light of your moon
I picked up your starting
Ajibarang, September 30, 2012
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Aji Barang, West Java.
lover, in the light of your moon
I was not expecting your attend shaded
I want hugging
hugging tightly
closely unshakable even though sliver
many times call again
many times not meet proficient
lace while silencing
asked an exhausted
lover,
in the light of your moon
I picked up your starting
Ajibarang, September 30, 2012
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Wanto Tirta. Lives in Aji Barang, West Java.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 6, 2012
Silent Poetry
By Dianna Firefly
Counting the years with you
silence seemed so attached at the time
embrace turmoil
hiding in the creeps day
Together winds stretching
I'm looking for traces your missing
in every corner of the room
so before dusk folded days
I painted a rainbow beam can
in the quiet corner of your heart
2009
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Dianna Firefly. The woman poets in "Lingkar Puisi dan Prosa Bhinneka", lives in Pontianak.
Counting the years with you
silence seemed so attached at the time
embrace turmoil
hiding in the creeps day
Together winds stretching
I'm looking for traces your missing
in every corner of the room
so before dusk folded days
I painted a rainbow beam can
in the quiet corner of your heart
2009
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Dianna Firefly. The woman poets in "Lingkar Puisi dan Prosa Bhinneka", lives in Pontianak.
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