"keping" poems
Terbayang akan wajah mu
Saat pertama kau tersenyum kepada ku
Tubuhku terasa diam terpaku
Tak terucap sepatah kata dari mulutku
Di hadapanmu dulu
Ku sesali saat ku keluh
Keinginan untuk bersamamu
Kini hancur bagaikan debu
Betapa hancurnya hatiku
Berkeping-keping saat kau tinggalkan aku
Yang ku mau kini selalu
Jangan pernah lupakan aku
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 10:10 AM UTC
Jiwa ku terbang
Raga ku hilang
Raga ku menangis
Hati ku mencari
Saay hancur hati ku
Berkeping-keping bagai sisik
Susah dicari untuk dihiasi lagi
Untuk menjadi seutuhnya hati
Serpihan hati ini terbang
Sisa, ku peluk erat sampai ku mati
Sampai kembali lagi
Jiwa dan raga ku ke sini
Tempat terindah kini hatiku
Saat menemukan mereka
Dalam buaian hangat
Hidupku indah untuk selamanya
Le Gra,
created by. Aridea Purple
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:52 AM UTC
[2/6 22.08] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Perempuanku yang Sendu, sebuah puisi.
[2/6 22.12] VINDA MAYA: Lantas Senja menenggelamkannya
[2/6 22.12] VINDA MAYA: Malam....dan hilang
[2/6 22.15] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Kukan hilang pun bersamamu.
[2/6 22.19] VINDA MAYA: Bunga bunga layu itu jatuh ditaman berduri
[2/6 22.19] VINDA MAYA: Lalu ditelan angin berbisik
[2/6 22.21] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Hujam Jantung, Hujan Rindu
[2/6 22.24] VINDA MAYA: Pilu....Berantakan....Tak terselamatkan
[2/6 22.27] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Aku sengaja tak mau tahu tentang tuhan, sebaliknya, kau sepenuhnya kutelusuri sedalam hati.
[2/6 22.32] VINDA MAYA: Wajahmu ada di kening....rinduku sepanjang jalan
[2/6 22.32] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Padaku?
[2/6 22.34] VINDA MAYA: Lalu pada siapa
[2/6 22.34] VINDA MAYA: Adakah selain bayangmu menyapa
[2/6 22.35] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Lebur.
[2/6 22.36] VINDA MAYA: Berkeping-keping
[2/6 22.41] SITO FOSSY BIOSA: Tuntas.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Why all things are not perfect in life,
why there is a dificulty in each step in the race of life,
and a need of love and affection which is wanted by everyone,
beacuse perfection is becoming the need one by one,
why we want to carve out the pictures
we draw without filling colours in them,
why there is a silence in the explosion of innocent lives,
why life is a permanent marker which only write the story of sadness and only some percent of joy,
why we cant live without a hope and happyness and faith among ourselves,
why we say that love is deep as we can go in the univer's sorrow,
while keping us happy in the sadness's hollow,
at last the neccessary qustion 'why' now is the most common word after me which the whole world follow
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC