Jul 19, 2013

Step

By Moh. Ghufron Cholid

No longer met
Signs that you mark

Tread I've ever read
No longer present greet

Recurring storm
Tell a hectic day

Recurring deserted, share meaning
Life is not waiting, but moving forward

July 10, 2011
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Moh. Ghufron Cholid. Lives in Madura.

Jul 12, 2013

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"

Jul 5, 2013

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.

Jun 21, 2013

Rain in June

By Evi Manalu

only now I get to make sense of the rain,
talking similar the wind greeted

this heat is too long
far from sign of going to rain

Rain ... did you say over there
It was me who raining you with longing

June 9, 2013
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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.

rain

By Cut Dini Desita

:for H

Suddenly I swept away, all sense of soluble
And must fold the dream into your pocket

on the front porch we plan farewell
while waiting for the rainy season slowly asleep

while the rain has not yet stopped
let's stay and complete our pending poetry

June 17, 2013
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Cut Dini Desita. Lives in Banda Aceh.

Jun 12, 2013

The Sea

By Sofyan Adrimen

float in the far-reaching
always broke every time I grasp
to you

...

June 12, 2013
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Sofyan Adrimen. Lives in Central Java.

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.