By Ilham Pujangga
Twilight increasingly fall to the ground
Soon the night writhing merrily
My boat silent motionless
Desolate snowy canyons
I picked up the sounds of frogs
That singging accompany my soul
Singing hum the longing
That spill all upset
In that valley I waiting for you
With the time that rolling
Your eyes that gleaming
Anesthetize the entire body
In that valley I waiting for you
Until no longer starry night
September 11, 2013
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Ilham Pujangga. Lives in Jambi, Sumatra.
The collection of Note's from me and all of my friends... and Whoever.... That's it.....
Showing posts with label waiting. Show all posts
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 27, 2012
Silence
By Indy Maya Prameswari
He has been around the ocean
Successive sailing paper boats crowded
Although the waves rolled and scratched
Not at all he faded
Several times the fishermen say 'hello'
Net sulking as if to seduce his home
But he remained silent, silent
Because he just wanted to wander the ocean
In order to recognize the universe
That he was the strongest
Kenjeran, September 27, 2012
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Indy Maya Prameswari. Lives in Surabaya.
He has been around the ocean
Successive sailing paper boats crowded
Although the waves rolled and scratched
Not at all he faded
Several times the fishermen say 'hello'
Net sulking as if to seduce his home
But he remained silent, silent
Because he just wanted to wander the ocean
In order to recognize the universe
That he was the strongest
Kenjeran, September 27, 2012
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Indy Maya Prameswari. Lives in Surabaya.
Dec 30, 2011
Captive
By Susy Ayu
your wide love like this kind
just a strait inch between the mainland and its
as far as a dandaka forest and alengka
your wide love like this kind
distance traveled salty and bitter
boundary between the shallow and deep
my heart as your prisoner
could never I prove it
that she is a virgin
Karimunjawa, October 2011
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Susy Ayu. Woman poets. Lives in Bekasi, West Java.
your wide love like this kind
just a strait inch between the mainland and its
as far as a dandaka forest and alengka
your wide love like this kind
distance traveled salty and bitter
boundary between the shallow and deep
my heart as your prisoner
could never I prove it
that she is a virgin
Karimunjawa, October 2011
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Susy Ayu. Woman poets. Lives in Bekasi, West Java.
Dec 15, 2011
Lonely
By Nona G Muchtar
there is something I don’t realize previously
that do not need to find something to hold the tears
if one day we will find there’s no the end road
and I just need to keep the sadness in my chest behind
this day was wrapped a little tough of an old tree in front of the house
if one day we actually choose our own path to arrive
most can not be kept tears at the root
and my chest into the trunk
that even many times you try to slice, only the left thumb along the segment
You may choose to be whatever
whatever, everything
the tree will always grow
and the wind kept their leaves
November 10, 2011
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Nona G Muchtar. Known as the woman poet, from Palu - Sulawesi. Lives in Jakarta.
there is something I don’t realize previously
that do not need to find something to hold the tears
if one day we will find there’s no the end road
and I just need to keep the sadness in my chest behind
this day was wrapped a little tough of an old tree in front of the house
if one day we actually choose our own path to arrive
most can not be kept tears at the root
and my chest into the trunk
that even many times you try to slice, only the left thumb along the segment
You may choose to be whatever
whatever, everything
the tree will always grow
and the wind kept their leaves
November 10, 2011
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Nona G Muchtar. Known as the woman poet, from Palu - Sulawesi. Lives in Jakarta.
Nov 10, 2011
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.
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.
Jun 20, 2011
All The Time
By Susy Ayu
you're my fuel barge
you jail me at your altar
my longing rose into the sky
as the prayer paper ash
when i'm drunk your incense
would you still accuse me cold and frozen?
while I waited eternal
i miss dying
frozen into a statue
in your temples
June 18, 2011
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Susy Ayu. She is a woman poet. Her works are scattered in various media. Her last work "Merapi Gugat". She lives in Bekasi, West Java.
you're my fuel barge
you jail me at your altar
my longing rose into the sky
as the prayer paper ash
when i'm drunk your incense
would you still accuse me cold and frozen?
while I waited eternal
i miss dying
frozen into a statue
in your temples
June 18, 2011
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Susy Ayu. She is a woman poet. Her works are scattered in various media. Her last work "Merapi Gugat". She lives in Bekasi, West Java.
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