Lifted the Morning Curtain

By Lia Amalia Sulaksmi

For a moment ignore the past;
An old couple walking
Join between the rain
there are fireflies flying
Ties their hands faster and faster

For a moment forget about the present;
Leaf leaves blowing in the wind
Lowing two bodies. Of the wall is greedy moping

Contemplate for a moment the word;
Old dream shared between being and not
Between love love and sorrow.
Life melt like dancing
Greet the early morning
Evening hoping shade.

December 7, 2012
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Lia Amalia Sulaksmi. A female teacher, lives in Bandung.

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.

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.

longing rain

By Endah W. Sucy

I was not real
Just meaningless drizzle
Falling from the sky and disappeared
My longing carried away again, somewhere
As the rain he lost
Not until you
No! Maybe you do not want me to longing again

December 8, 2012
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Endah W. Sucy. Lives in Palembang.

poems in your body

By Hang Ws

gloomy moon
you say silent poetry
I said it was normal
due to cloudy cover
drizzling night
you said it tears virgin
I said it was normal
sometimes overcast with rain
ah.. you say you do not feel
indeed due
I told you my poetry
you're too embarrassed to close ashamed
when I read
poems on your body...

Imogiri, December 2, 2012
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Hang Ws. Lives in Imogiri, East Java - Indonesia.