..poetry's most powerful lines ever written...

Deidra

"Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,
we will grieve not, rather find strenght  in what remains behind;
in the primal sympathy
which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death;
In years that bring the philosophic mind"   (WILLIAM WORDSWORTH)

ulrika

Telepon tengah malam


Menjelang dini hari telepon selalu berdering
suaranya nyaring nyaris melengking
ku biarkan saja, sebab kutahu tidak ada suara siapa-siapa di ujung sana
setiap kutanya, “ini siapa?”
“ini rindu,” jawabnya.

- Bekasi, 2013.

separasedar

S.E.P.I

Berbicara pada cermin
Aku senyum
Merenung jauh
Membelah cahaya
Tiada bicara
Cuma
Berkuntum senyum di kelopak mata

Aku simpul hati
Aku bawa pergi
Kerna
Aku sepi

Azu_dizzie

There Is Another Sky - Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

bubblegummy

“To be successful you need friends and to be very successful you need enemies.”

“Don't give up. There are too many nay-sayers out there who will try to discourage you. Don't listen to them. The only one who can make you give up is yourself. ”

Sidney Sheldon

ulrika

kosong

ruang ruang kosong dalam hidup ni

kadang kadang bukan untuk diisi

tapi perlu dinikmati

kosong itulah isi.

-pseudo-randomness

ulrika

tulis

aku tak puitis
cuma aku suka tulis
ikut rasa hati
yang kadang terbawa emosi
kalaupun ini bukan puisi
yang bagai ditafsir definisi
aku cuma mahu tulis
aku cuma mahu lukis
catatan di garis garis masa
memiliki semacam nuansa
yang mungkin nanti bisa buat aku senyum sendiri

- pseudo-randomness

arya2609

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

marla69

Time   Joe Massocco

Tick tock...tick tock...
life is counting down on your internal clock.

Memories which were as if they occurred yesterday,
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.

People you once knew
walk by without a clue.

The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.

Years fly...friends die...
and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.

Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what was once mine.

Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.

But back to reality...back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.

Tick tock...tick tock...
how I wish I could control this clock.

penguingemok

My favourite


I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly
I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit,

not even at all.


Kat startford/Julia Stiles -10 ThingsI hate about you

ulrika

mimpi

kau bawa aku berlari lari
sambil tangan kau menggenggam rapi
seperti anak kecil melihat keajaiban
ku fikirkan kau ahli silap mata
yang mampu menukarkan cebisan kain menjadi merpati
mencantum kembali perempuan misteri yang kau gergaji di dalam peti besi
mesti kau mampu menghilangkan sakit perit yang aku rasa dalam cebisan daging kecil bernama hati
aku tertawa gembira
ini cukup mengujakan
yang aku cari selama ini sudah ditemui
penawar ajaib.
rupa rupanya semua yang tadi cuma mimpi
akulah perempuan misteri yang terbaring di dalam peti besi, menunggu untuk digergaji.
Kau tersenyum lebar mendengar sorakkan girang sang penonton.
Semakin kau khayal merasakan diri dewa agung
Sedang aku kini semakin jatuh jauh ke gaung sepi tak berpenghuni.
segalanya hitam dan senyap.
mimpi boleh jadi begitu kejam.
dalam ruang sempit ini kau beri aku udara bernafas sedang batang leherku kau genggam kemas. lemas
Dan sayup sayup aku dengar bunyi seretan gergaji besi.

-- pseudo-randomness

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      “The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”  
  ―    William Blake

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syidasaleh

Doa

kepada pemeluk teguh
Tuhanku
Dalam termangu
Aku masih menyebut namaMu
Biar susah sungguh
mengingat Kau penuh seluruh
cayaMu panas suci
tinggal kerdip lilin di kelam sunyi
Tuhanku
aku hilang bentuk
remuk
Tuhanku
aku mengembara di negeri asing
Tuhanku
di pintuMu aku mengetuk
aku tidak bisa berpaling
-Cairil Anuar-

syidasaleh

GEBENG YANG LUKA
(Puisi Datuk A. Samad Said)
Kita ghairah merubah sebanyak tanah bertuah
konon demi rezeki alam dan udara kita.
Kita sengaja terlupa tanah cicit yang syahdu,
tuli akan senandung insan
dan unggas nan merdu.
Dari denai ke rimba dan sungai ke samudera
terdengar rintih ombak meraung bumi sejarah.
Pernahkah kita bertanya pada Gebeng terluka -
bersyair, berpantun demi kebahagiaannya?
Kita hanya memacakkan gedung dan kilang zahir
merela bumi Gebeng teracun beransur cair.
Kita sedang alpa malah amat bangat terlupa -
harta terkini menutup masa depan yang lara.
Di sisi mewah harta cemar sejarah bermula,
kita sedang memahat hikayat tragedi bangsa.
#saynotobauxite

WhiskeyScotch

Apabila berbicara soal puisi indah nan syahdu, ada seorang penulis yang terus terlintas di benakku ini. Penulis tersebut tidak lain dan tidak bukan Sapardi Djoko Damono. Seorang penulis Indonesia yang saya kira 'legend' dalam bidang penulisan kesusasteraan. Bait-bait kata di sebalik ayat yang tersisip rapi dalam puisi yang dinukilkan oleh beliau sudah cukup untuk membuatkan mana-mana hati manusia tersentuh saat membacanya.

Salah satu puisi hebat yang pernah ditulis oleh beliau ialah Hujan Bulan Juni (1994). Betapa indah dan mendalamnya maksud puisi ini hanya Tuhan sahaja yang tahu. Kelembutan Sapardi Djoko Damono dalam berbahasa menjadikan diksi puisi beliau penuh maknawi. Saya sangat suka akan puisi ini. Puisi ini di mata saya cukup rasa bahasanya cukup dalam maknanya. Puisi ini saya gelar puisi dari syurgawi.

“tak ada yang lebih tabah
dari hujan bulan Juni
dirahasiakannya rintik rindunya
kepada pohon berbunga itu

tak ada yang lebih bijak
dari hujan bulan Juni
dihapusnya jejak-jejak kakinya
yang ragu-ragu di jalan itu

tak ada yang lebih arif
dari hujan bulan Juni
dibiarkannya yang tak terucapkan
diserap akar pohon bunga itu”

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ABOUT POETRY

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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. – William Butler Yeats

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      “Deprivation is the mother of poetry.”  
  ―    Leonard Cohen,          The Favorite Game   

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      “My friend, you thought you lost Him;
that all your life you've been separated from Him.
Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him,
and haven't searched within your own house.”  
  ―    Jalaluddin Rumi