Poetry And My Dream

Leave, When You're Sad

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 22:16:00 +0700

lovers, leave me your sad, when the tears of longing is so perfect I guess unravel.
desire to embrace wholeheartedly devote feeling like a miss wet grass.
leave, do not you spend your cry, because one moment you still need it.
amplifier is just mind your pain, major injuries ahead of time you will not be able to control your heart.
which now is only the beginning, covering all were it later when we've "come home"

why?

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Wed, 7 Jul 2010 23:22:00 +0700

cause i love you!!!

Then! 2

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 01:09:00 +0700

If love is beautiful
Da miss it clean as a whistle
Tears of angels are singing. You said
Purnama's quiet
And that rainbow hearts
Then the other day what?
Am I too wicked!

Then! 1

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 01:08:00 +0700

His lips were hardened
Through the shadows of lipstick on the cup cracked
Is it a cup of milk on your lips
All that was left was the last samakah
When the white sand waves pulverized
And the spilled whether forgetfulness?!

Will ?

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 01:05:00 +0700

Would be a farewell poem marks the beginning of the sage?
which replaces a cup of wine into a string of prayer,
which replaces the bright light into the dark eyes,
and whisper sage advice in this life secret.
Will the tears?
which has flowed like a clear spring
who never knew where to-spattered,
like drops of dew that wet leaves
can replace scar
is already open in the whole heart.
Could all that?
left a bit of hope into a cup of honey,
a drop of water makes a handful of waves,
which hit a bad dream and imagine apparent.
Will the loneliness can become best friends?
which can be invited to share,
Could lonely sang hymns of love,
like when you are telling
a story about a shepherd
who fell in love with the daughter of the king,
like when you describe the fire of love in my eyes

Poetry Half-Hearted

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 00:58:00 +0700

: Catur Winda

Empty circle
Confining vacuum
Without Power
A million memories
Clinch - embrace tenderly
Flushed
In my chest
Not gone - vanished

Eye contact
Sigh spoiled
Word love
I fell a half-hearted

First
And my eyes, love

Seconds,
Day,
Too hasty to calculate the time
After growing
Disadvantaged all about love

And rhymes, tender left

About Heart

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Tue, 2 Mar 2010 00:53:00 +0700

Quiet wing flapping
branch miss shaken
Falling leaves
Glow through
Stroked two hearts that love
From the top of longing
Flowing love without boundaries
Inch heart missed
Is the punishment for a longing heart
What a beautiful purple haze
In the dim light pink
Flushed face without a veil
Liver curtain
In white flowers

I Become

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:44:00 +0700

I present my own behalf
not anyone, even love
Leave me my name above the array
mirage, I carved and painted
heart wall
toilet walls and desolate wilderness
I want to be a knight
who will sing the song without language
no injurieseven romance
have thrown away my cowardice
with twigand scattered old
sanitary napkin boxes
and II will beand myself
no more!

Being a Butterfly

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:14:00 +0700

I am a butterfly
Perched on the petals of a beautiful
Occasional plunges me
Sweet cider into a second

I often fail to carry out
Message of love actually

Love that grows at the end of this season
Helped changed with boredom
And I became a butterfly
Perched on the petals of a beautiful

Butterfly

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:12:00 +0700

: At the end of this season

Poetry fragile butterflies on sticks
In the vast expanse of desert
Petal wilting in the rest of the day
At the end of this season
No more tears remains
All overdo dry
Flows throughout the season last

God knows how many have
Broken hearts in the gallery garden
God knows how many are lost
Ingested poisonous poetry

And, poems butterfly
Stay echoed
Tip of this season

First Dream

noreply@blogger.com (dee) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 12:20:00 +0700

It is hoped available this could become the house for all people. I only wanted to express myself and to as best I can be grateful with what has the Lord bestowed... it is hoped was useful for myself especially and to all that visited to blog this generally... thank you