terucap rindu sepasang insan..geliat sang cinta di lubuk hati..terurai kata nan indah menawan..gundah pun sirna dibuai si mimpi.

A poem is a meteor.

If we meet and I say, “Hi,”That’s a salutation.If you ask me how I feel,That’s a consideration.If we stop and talk awhile,That’s a conversation.If we understand each other,That’s communication.If we argue, scream and fight,That’s an...

Fire burns blue and hot.Its fair light blinds me not.Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me...

Beginnings of youth to growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.

Life, a miracle of nature, an evolved molecule of matter, blossomed in the vast expanse of oceans. Methane, ammonia, hydrogen and water vapor When joined under the radio-active sun, The molecules of non living matter...

Give me the purple smoke, rising higher and higher into my brain until I dance with the purple butterflies.” -Girl with the violet eyes.

Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still,and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.’Pray,’ they said, and I laughed,covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses,and then stole off...

Ben.. Sen…ben seni seviyorum sen gezmeyi, senin hep gittiğin yere ben hiç gidemiyorum. Öylece durmayı seviyorum ben.. Durup ardından bakmayı.. Sen yürümeyi seviyorsun ama arkana bakmadan.. yaprak seviyorum ben yaprak.. Kuru, yaş ayırmadan.. Sen ezmeyi...

What is this thing you call substance abuse? All I wanna do is forget and get loose.Drinking and smoking over and overWhat’s so great about a life that’s sober?There’s nothing cool about being youngWhen the...

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of...

Very possibly this was the night my white-knight complex, as Solange put it, would get me killed. Someone had better write a poem about it. It was only fair.

He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin daysCrowned with the calm of peace, but sad with...

Undeniable obsession of words that quickens my spirit.

Ceux qui errent ne sont pas toujours perdus.

And now it is said of meThat my love is nothing because I have borne no children, Or because I have fathered none;That I twisted the twig in my handsAnd cut the blossom free too...

Love is as iffy as Kipling.

How—I didn’t know anyword for it—how “unlikely”. . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn’t?

Words are fossilized butterfly wings,pretty to look at sometimes,but only good for Museums.I want to miserably burn down the Museums.

Shkodra në mëngjeseKendojnë bashkë në mengjese pesë kumbonare,kendojnë në ajri mbi Shkoder ende fjetë:mbi Maranaj qet vetllen kureshtareagimi e hjedh në liqe synin e qetë.Perhapë lajmin e zgjimit rrezja e parëtë parat përshëndetje dridhen në...

As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and...

Ti si moj trenutak i moj san i sjajna moja reč u šumu i samo si lepota koliko si tajna i samo istina koliko si žudnja. Ostaj nedostižna, nema i daleka jer je san o...

Many performance poets seem to believe that yelling a poem makes it comprehensible. They are wrong.

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish….

You are not who you think.You’re not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.

Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind...

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.Parece que los ojos se te hubieran voladoy parece que un beso te cerrara la boca..Como todas las...

Timetick tocksays the clockwhirrling bynever shyquietly passlayer upon grassuntil time has gone.than you die.

You were just another stranger in the room,In a room full of bodies, I was attracted to you,I became your tiny dancer,I became everything to you,Little did you know,That I’m just a dancer, Not your...

I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest,Children dying in the road,Crawling things hooked and baited,Rapists bound and then castrated,Villains singed in public square.Yet none these sights did make me cringeLike when my Love cut all her...

A Word On Statistics-Out of every hundred people, those who always know better:fifty-two.Unsure of every step:almost all the rest. Ready to help,if it doesn’t take long:forty-nine. Always good,because they cannot be otherwise:fourwell, maybe five. Able...

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lineshe wrote a poemAnd he called it “Chops”because that was the name of his dogAnd that’s what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an...

Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.

Dancers are the flag bearers of the artistic renaissance.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloudAnd goes down burning into the gulf below,No voice in nature is heard to cry aloudAt what has happened. Birds, at least must knowIt is the...

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

Things it helps me to rememberWhen in a bad mood, keep quiet or still.Baggy jumpers don’t suit you.When you’re tired you get doubtful.Difficulties come in spurts.Listen to the echo of your own voice. Avoid be...

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leave me -You remain. Other thoughts...

girlsplease give yourbodies and yourlivestothe young menwhodeserve thembesidesthere isno wayI would welcometheintolerabledullsenseless hellyou would bringmeandI wish youluckin bedandoutbut notinminethankyou.

there’s no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

Unable and crippled I amAs I gaze into the vastnessThe vastness that harbors your praiseAnd glories of the best of creation…If I tried to spell..A drop of ink from your loveMa quill would burn in...

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

I’m a peasantI’m the muzhikA pest you’re destined to play the musicAnd yes it’s pleasant to say it’s beauty I’mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

Animals, birds, and fish confirm Your power and Your existence.

Don’t be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or...

Love is wind for the soul

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me