Sunlight Bowl

By Al Mutadid

Little wonder
The plate of the footballer,
"How can linger on a bench spare?"
As it was me
Want to burst!

February 3, 2015
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Al Mutadid. Lives in Jakarta.

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"

Sweetheart

By Sofyan Adrimen

o ... you are my deserted,
I propose you from the wind twigs

May 19, 2013
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Sofyan Adrimen. Lives in Yogyakarta.

I, Counting

By Wild Dove

Me and the step is one,
desire and mind are two,
instinct and ego are the three,
silent and capable is zero.

I'm in remorse that does not want to regret,
I have been counting and counting,
detailed calculations have been weighted,
count seeds that have been strung in the arrangement.

indeed, I have become good at the counter.
and,
I made a new count...

November 19, 2011
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Wild Dove. Lives in Jakarta.

Male Infertility Prayer

By Senja Di Kintamani

not just a friday night
myriads of similar mucus tadpole, spurting
dashed into the canal generation
slightly different from urine

Lord, show the power countless in number of pray verse reinforced trip mucus ovum fertilize
forms zygote, turned into an embryo

Lord, please give an answer
if this part of the plan, after
I'll be there a perfect man?
without a baby in women carrying

Dien Makmur, Majenang, 2011
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Senja Di Kintamani. Lives in Majenang, West Java.

And I Remember You as the Rain

By Skylashtar Maryam

And I remember you as the rain
points are tiptoeing thin drizzle over the top of your chest gutters
then fell to my lips
lips are numb, aching wait for a jest

I still remember you as the rain
hurricane shade in the dry season
dry winds flying from your eyes into my tongue
an agile tongue dance sheen babble

of you who do not know the way home
about which I can only remember

face in the rain

Bandung, November 4, 2011
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Skylashtar Maryam. A writer and a poets. Works in Bandung.

smile

By August Suhardono

On Sunday, this is what makes happy
When the moment arrives
but tomorrow
there is still the sun shines
in the dark fog
When we must rise up and live.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

Wet

By Hana Aina

This afternoon
high clouds in the sky
reminds me of sprinkling of snow
when cold pierced bone, petrified
you serve in a cloud of warmth affection
ah, the pitcher was still there
that drain into my cup of tea tasty
I waited, the sweetness back
gulped esophagus
:wet

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Hana Aina. The young girl, who loved poetry. She often wrote poems on social networking sites facebook.