"bukit" poems - Hello Poetry

*when the dawn flirty flicker on the horizon of the hill .. feels cool breeze wash the bitter wounds ... when the blazing sun dancing on the head burn jealous .. so graceful way you speak .. when the sun pull over and hide the east stretch of ocean .. so light up the dim dark brushed off behavior .. when the evening wading longing raft .. so beautiful the way you steal sank deep trough ..* ┈┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶ ƦУ »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ cara karammu saat sang fajar mengerlip genit diufuk bukit.. terasa sejuk hembusan angin membasuh luka yang pahit... saat sang mentari menari terik diatas kepala membakar cemburu.. begitu anggun bertutur caramu.. saat sang surya menepi dan bersembunyi ditimur hamparan samudra.. begitu terang perilakumu menepis gelapnya temaram asa.. saat rakit kerinduan mengarungi malam.. begitu indah cara karammu menyuri palung yang dalam..

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC

into-usnianto

the way you drown

*when the dawn flirty flicker on the horizon of the hill .. feels cool breeze wash the bitter wounds ... when the blazing sun dancing on the head burn jealous .. so graceful way you speak .. when the sun pull over and hide the east stretch of ocean .. so light up the dim dark brushed off behavior .. when the evening wading longing raft .. so beautiful the way you steal sank deep trough ..* ┈┈┈┈┈»̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶ ƦУ »̶·̵̭̌✽✽·̵̭̌«̶┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ cara karammu saat sang fajar mengerlip genit diufuk bukit.. terasa sejuk hembusan angin membasuh luka yang pahit... saat sang mentari menari terik diatas kepala membakar cemburu.. begitu anggun bertutur caramu.. saat sang surya menepi dan bersembunyi ditimur hamparan samudra.. begitu terang perilakumu menepis gelapnya temaram asa.. saat rakit kerinduan mengarungi malam.. begitu indah cara karammu menyuri palung yang dalam..

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Kamu; Perempuan cantik yang terdiam diantara langit dan segala keindahanya, tersenyum sendiri saat melihat luasnya lautan selat jawa diatas kapal yang membawamu ke Jakarta. Aku; Laki-laki biasa yang terdiam diantara bukit-bukit kecil di gelapnya malam ini, tersenyum sendiri saat melihat gemerlap lampu-lampu kecil tersebar dibawahnya. Kita; Terpisah beribu-ribu kilometer diantara laut dan bukit di negara ini, tersenyum sendiri saat merasakan hal yang sama. Bercinta tanpa harus mengeluarkan kata.

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Jun 11, 2019

Jun 11, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC

FavianWiratno

Aku; Kamu; Kita.

Kamu; Perempuan cantik yang terdiam diantara langit dan segala keindahanya, tersenyum sendiri saat melihat luasnya lautan selat jawa diatas kapal yang membawamu ke Jakarta. Aku; Laki-laki biasa yang terdiam diantara bukit-bukit kecil di gelapnya malam ini, tersenyum sendiri saat melihat gemerlap lampu-lampu kecil tersebar dibawahnya. Kita; Terpisah beribu-ribu kilometer diantara laut dan bukit di negara ini, tersenyum sendiri saat merasakan hal yang sama. Bercinta tanpa harus mengeluarkan kata.

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For nine years I have stayed here - But time seems to pass so fast With friends loyal and sincere, And with those you love and trust! Farewell, o Bukit Merah - Cheerful faces, willing hands! With peeps like these you'll go far; May this red hill firmly stand!

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Sep 8, 2021

Sep 8, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC

htr-stevens

Farewell, Bukit Merah

For nine years I have stayed here - But time seems to pass so fast With friends loyal and sincere, And with those you love and trust! Farewell, o Bukit Merah - Cheerful faces, willing hands! With peeps like these you'll go far; May this red hill firmly stand!

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dua jiwa, berdiri di tepi bukit kehidupan tidak pernah menyatukan mereka bukan, bukan masalah cinta hanya kenangan itu egois, kenangan tidak mau hilang ingatan

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC

billamrw

Tahun Keempat

dua jiwa, berdiri di tepi bukit kehidupan tidak pernah menyatukan mereka bukan, bukan masalah cinta hanya kenangan itu egois, kenangan tidak mau hilang ingatan

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Sukab yang naif dan tidak tahu diri, aku masih hidup dan terpaksa melayangkan surat ini kepadamu. Aku mengelayap, mencari jalan pulang dengan nyawa yang sudah tak menempel di badan. Semenjak air bah tumpah ruah dari atas bukit kapur, nyawaku entah tersangkut di mana. Mengapa aku masih hidup itu misteri. Mungkin karena cintamu yang sialan itu. Idih, menyatakannya saja membuatku mual dan jijik. Akibat cintamu, hidupku terselaput kegelapan. Tapi lihatlah, bintang jatuh bertebaran di atas gelombang laut dan bayangannya terpantul-pantul, berbinar dan indah. Aku melihat wajahku dan bola mata yang tampak terang di antara kelegaman malam. Apakah, akhir-akhir ini, batinmu kalut juga, Sukab? Pemandangan di samudera membuat manusia menerawang jauh ke masa lalu dan sempurna melemparkan pikiran kepada dekapan kenangan. Persis seperti omong kosong yang kau selalu bicarakan dulu. Bagaimana tentang akhir hidup? Surga manakah yang sudi menerima kita? Akankah kita kembali atau mengembara lebih jauh lagi? Bisakah kau hitung dan bertaruh dengan dadu tentang nasib? Aku tidak suka kira-kira, aku mau jawaban yang pasti. Jawab aku, Sukab.

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Apr 28, 2021

Apr 28, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC

Aziza

Surat dari Alina

Sukab yang naif dan tidak tahu diri, aku masih hidup dan terpaksa melayangkan surat ini kepadamu. Aku mengelayap, mencari jalan pulang dengan nyawa yang sudah tak menempel di badan. Semenjak air bah tumpah ruah dari atas bukit kapur, nyawaku entah tersangkut di mana. Mengapa aku masih hidup itu misteri. Mungkin karena cintamu yang sialan itu. Idih, menyatakannya saja membuatku mual dan jijik. Akibat cintamu, hidupku terselaput kegelapan. Tapi lihatlah, bintang jatuh bertebaran di atas gelombang laut dan bayangannya terpantul-pantul, berbinar dan indah. Aku melihat wajahku dan bola mata yang tampak terang di antara kelegaman malam. Apakah, akhir-akhir ini, batinmu kalut juga, Sukab? Pemandangan di samudera membuat manusia menerawang jauh ke masa lalu dan sempurna melemparkan pikiran kepada dekapan kenangan. Persis seperti omong kosong yang kau selalu bicarakan dulu. Bagaimana tentang akhir hidup? Surga manakah yang sudi menerima kita? Akankah kita kembali atau mengembara lebih jauh lagi? Bisakah kau hitung dan bertaruh dengan dadu tentang nasib? Aku tidak suka kira-kira, aku mau jawaban yang pasti. Jawab aku, Sukab.

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under my flat, in the film of blue, under the sleepy night sky, I walk, for a purpose. With a book in my hand. I had a plan. maybe that was the problem. children playing with sticks and stones. they live in the third story, their family I hardly know, but a new story I know would unfold. an extended loop of walking, she walked a whole way round and back. he and she, they walked hand in hand in one straight line, their worries, not much on their children, their gaze and eyes were on each other. people playing pokemon go, their eyes fixed on the screen. When all I think they are talking about is the surface of the storms and Oceans in their hearts. Where in hearts, gardens of flowers and thorns, and with skies of empty space, and storms uncalmed. looking for an aunty I knew. her eyes embraced with the saggy skin of old age, missing where her flesh used to sit. she has a smile so innocent and child-like. she forgets what she says to me, but she remembers me. How interesting. This is where I go sometimes when my heart is burdened with burdens and anguish from the Lord. Or where I had plans, or when I really just had to buy a pen... a place i hoped would be filled with love and peace. a place i hope would turn to the Lord. Bukit Panjang Jelapang Road.

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Sep 16, 2018

Sep 16, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC

mpexGwtex

voiddeck

under my flat, in the film of blue, under the sleepy night sky, I walk, for a purpose. With a book in my hand. I had a plan. maybe that was the problem. children playing with sticks and stones. they live in the third story, their family I hardly know, but a new story I know would unfold. an extended loop of walking, she walked a whole way round and back. he and she, they walked hand in hand in one straight line, their worries, not much on their children, their gaze and eyes were on each other. people playing pokemon go, their eyes fixed on the screen. When all I think they are talking about is the surface of the storms and Oceans in their hearts. Where in hearts, gardens of flowers and thorns, and with skies of empty space, and storms uncalmed. looking for an aunty I knew. her eyes embraced with the saggy skin of old age, missing where her flesh used to sit. she has a smile so innocent and child-like. she forgets what she says to me, but she remembers me. How interesting. This is where I go sometimes when my heart is burdened with burdens and anguish from the Lord. Or where I had plans, or when I really just had to buy a pen... a place i hoped would be filled with love and peace. a place i hope would turn to the Lord. Bukit Panjang Jelapang Road.

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