gw lagi blajar bikin dlm bhs inggris
bahasa laen jugak buleh :hehe

daripada gw cuman mau buka kamus kalo lagi ada tugas di kampus aja :D

mohon kritik dan saran ::maaf::

ah, gue ga pengalaman dalam hal menulis puisi bahasa asing :rolleyes:

tapi kalo mau referensi sih, biasanya gue dapet dari Psalm :D:D

gw malah susah kalo disuruh nulis puisi pake bahasa indo... kalo ngga pake bahasa asing rasanya ada yg kurang sreg gitu....
*bingung*

Menurut gue, kalo mau belajar nulis puisi pake bahasa Asing (sejauh ini yang berani gue tulis cuma bahasa Inggris, itupun nggak panjang.. :D ) sebelumnya kudu baca-baca puisi-puisi dalam bahasa asing tersebut.. Bisa dimulai dengan puisi-puisi yang sederhana (dengan kata lain mudah dimengerti, dan nggak terlalu "berat" untuk kemudian bisa secara bertahap "ditingkatkan").. Banyak koq di internet.. Kalo udah bisa menikmati, bisa "ngeh", baru deh bisa coba-coba tulis sendiri.. At least that's what happened to me :)

gagal terus nih
abis kan gw ndak iso bhs inggris :D
apalagi grammar gitu
butaaaaa :hehe

minta mbak lydia ajja.......khan puisinya bhs asing Perancis tuh Begawan.........

Originally posted by begawan
gagal terus nih
abis kan gw ndak iso bhs inggris :D
apalagi grammar gitu
butaaaaa :hehe

ini puisi gw jaman esema/esempe (lupa)
kayanya sih ini my first english poem
waktu masih puppy love gitu de... :hehe

i knew someone
veiled by the sky
hands of nature given
and eyes of the sea

ehem, u smp dah pernah love-love-an?
ck...ck...ck...:nono:

as the rain stopped,
the rainbow appears in a glance
here I am staring at the sky
try to find the path of gold
that will lead me to the eternal love
as I pray .. in silence ..

as you walked out
as the tears came out
I miss you much already
I cried
for seeing you go
though only for a moment
I love you

what a gift that I still have you
a flame that burning brighter
from day to day

I am still I am
You are still you are
holding hands together
passing the street

we are never be separated

sometimes I wonder
it is too much to ask for you, might be
it is too much fo wish for you, might be
I do want your love
I do need your love

but ...
the ice is still there
silence
cold

I hope the future be free
as we share our lives
together sides by sides
hopes are a dream that need to be come true
as I try so hard to make it real
for you
for me
for us ..

and the silence is the witness
for the broken heart that I have
for the tears drop that flowing like a river

I should not regret
the moments I share with you
the story I tell to you

I know and I realize
that time has come
that you have choosen your way
but to you
deep down in my heart
I still love you deeply
no matter what

it hurts when I know
that you belongs to someone now
but life must go on
and time has flown

I just want you to know
I love you
I miss you
for the rest of my life ...

..till we meet again ..

glittering prizes
this a good day to die
hurry up guys
there can be the only one
crushing defeat, yours truly
i'm a warcraft mania !!!

he he he

lull to me
and I'll sleep
for this cut
is too deep
sing to me
I won't weep
for my heart
is yours to keep

halo mbak MONDE, kok baru nongol ::wave::

STORY OF A DRUNKEN BOAT


boat is shaking in the sea. cloud is smoking out of a kettle. coffee and ambitions shall be this evening’s potion. poetry slips between the guitar strings. red is the fog, yet this isn’t twilight. shore awaits still, but the boat is still shaking in the sea

like illusions
of a woman in nightmare
in poetry, everything is nightmare
yet the boat is still shaking
in the sea, in the bay
longing

dada painting, then your casting prayers and being drunk absorb the morning world. anything wrong with the story of the wanderer? if not the waving wind, this must be telephone ring. boat is getting restless, tied up by cables. no seagulls on its sailpost. the sea is being away. cloud is still boiling in the kettle. gas stove is still burning

sea is burning. wave is shaking the boat, dream is left at the beach. the boat doesn’t feel llike going ashore. the sea of poetry is still hungry. dinner must wait. alas, sky is so quiet, where did you hang this morning hat? still a long way to go. then silence: it’s time to hold illusions

like birthday cake, the boat is still shaking. also the candle light. Noah isn’t in that boat. only animals, and a poet. and a weary sail. a face is stuck at the stern and stars are falling a few. somebody is waiting. poet is still asleep. dream is dancing, poetry is sailing

dada painting, and the washing rain. illusions adrift. eyebags flood. one is missing hugs. boat is still drunk, floating in the sea of poetry. one is crying, perhaps a late fever

at the beach, a crab
is telling the turtle eggs
the story of the shaking boat, then drowning
while it’s drunk, the sea
swallows it

Noah isn’t
in that
boat



SPOILED COMPOSITION FOR BLUES-HARP IN B-FLAT
: cecil mariani

i'd like to share this last evening with you, in my mistuned blues harp which still don't feel like singing the color of blue. perhaps because of that pink blouse adorned with sundial motif, perhaps my lips have been tired telling folklores from the history of Mataram Islam and piece of stone throne, perhaps my fingers are too awkward grasping my blues harp since they've been accustomed to grasping the taboos in your small breasts.

i'd like to share this last evening with you, within memories of those old paintings, though only one remains: lonely portrait of a farmer and the green sky, the sleeping company that silenced all those nightmares. perhaps because i failed playing this music composition for you, so have i surrendered to the authority of my blues harp which's been writing its own poem for your foodpack, for your homeward bound tomorrow morning. just like your breakfast on the train, or a quite long farewell kiss. perhaps i'm not such a heroic fighter to you as mentioned in the sagas of our own history. yet, i'm still playing this damned harp, unwritten composition, just to burst this evening room, so that noises in our head remain unheard, as well as drumming pulse in our hearts.

i'd like to share this last evening with you, in those small notes we wrote on the crumbs of cigarette tobacco stuck at each corner of your lips, sort of reason for me to touch your china chin. then your smile, also your eyeblink, shall gesture another dinner conversation, or we'll make busy ourselves with our solitude, you with your soft graphite pencil, me with my B-flat blues harp and erotic dreams. then a cup of instant coffee, as usual, shall take over all the blending notes and teach me how to play the real blues.


ME AND PINE TREE

pine tree. its aura i'm resonating within
sounds of people talking. about love about war about love and war
sounds of people talking. about poetry about politics about politics and poetry

pine tree. its aura i'm resonating within
sounds of people talking. about movies about music about television

pine tree is here. school inner park
lonely it is. i'm resonating its aura. within the empty chamber
echoing on the peak of mountain in my chest. calling out a name

sounds of people talking. about sex about theatre about sex in theatre

pine tree isn't in the theatre. it's quite an outdoor friend. and lonely. i'm outdoor, too. its aura i'm resonating within

young girls and boys are outdoor. laughing talking about sex. one is thinking about sex. flirting sms comes. greeting pine tree. greeting me

me and pine tree. good friends




MEMOIRE OF CHOCOLATE

a bar of chocolate melted by the heat of the cloudy night, is longing for the rain drops knocking on our bedroom door. as the day exhausted by mourning, we are here beaten up by floating sense of missing. along with stories smoking out of the nostrils

is it so arid this planet in our head, that rain has embodied in this sweaty corpse trying to bear desire, of the passionate breath from those frozen lips

chocolate nipples on a pile of soft cake, arouses memories. dancing spinning like reliefs on the totem pole, incest story that bore our kind

kind of people borne on the chocolate land, on my skin you've sipped its melt till we share its flavor for supper. then the chocolate drips fall down on the roof of our dream house

as the homewards rain
back to the tomb of passions


Read my other poems at Authorsden.com (http://www.authorsden.com/tspinang)

waw :D

Originally posted by begawan
halo mbak MONDE, kok baru nongol ::wave::

Hello juga ::wave::

Aku lagi sibuk banget. Apa kabar? :)

pusing ya jadi mod :hehe

beg, mana puisi ente?? :P

sirik lo :P

lho, apa perlu lo kursus di LIA biar ngarti engleish??

If time can heal all wounds,
how many eternities will it take to heal mine?

May 12, 2003

i love u

tuh gw bisa :p

mendingan lo blajar bahasa jawa kromo inggil aja beg
klo puisi bhs asing udah banyak...
bahasa daerah malah ditinggalin...
abis gini gw mau blajar bahasa toraja ke bokap... ingetin gw beg :D

setuju sama surf

nah tuh kan pade setuju (dipukulrata dengan sadis) :D

makanye... mending modrator kita yang katanya keturunan aceh ini (aceh ato madura sih??) bikin puisi pake bahasa daerah dia aja, ntar dia bikin versi indonesia-nya juga, biar sama2 belajar gituw...

lagipula... dengan segala macem gombalisasi eh globalisasi ini kita2 yang udah pade jadi mutant2 budaya urban ini harusnya ada peduli dikit ama akar en asal-usul kita... tak iye?! :hehe

WOW! alkemis jago deh! yg laen juga.
gw suka poem2 yg kayak gini


Love Not Me


Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,

Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.

Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

- John Wilbye


taken from http://www.theromantic.com/poetryclassic/lovenotme.htm

Mendingan bikin puisi pake bahasa Aceh aja dech, Mas Beg ... or should I call you .. Teuku Beg ... :D ..

Originally posted by surfergirl
mendingan lo blajar bahasa jawa kromo inggil aja beg
klo puisi bhs asing udah banyak...
bahasa daerah malah ditinggalin...
abis gini gw mau blajar bahasa toraja ke bokap... ingetin gw beg :D
emang gw reminder lo, huh :o:P

Originally posted by surfergirl
nah tuh kan pade setuju (dipukulrata dengan sadis) :D

makanye... mending modrator kita yang katanya keturunan aceh ini (aceh ato madura sih??) bikin puisi pake bahasa daerah dia aja, ntar dia bikin versi indonesia-nya juga, biar sama2 belajar gituw...

lagipula... dengan segala macem gombalisasi eh globalisasi ini kita2 yang udah pade jadi mutant2 budaya urban ini harusnya ada peduli dikit ama akar en asal-usul kita... tak iye?! :hehe
gw keturunan batak ya, sorry cuman domisili di aceh sahaja :P
dan gw nggak bisa bhs batak kecuali danghadong hepeng :D

ENTE ORANG BATAK?? :kakaka:
sampe tuju turunan de God Bless yOu... :haha

huh, mentang2 gebetanmu sing nang toraja kono punya setory sama org batak u jadi sensi gitu
rasis lo :o:P

loe blajar komunikasi yg baek dong ah
pake ilmu diplomasi kalo perlu
mencemarkan nama baik forum ajah

belajar puisi bahasa asing apa berantem nih thread? ;D

and when the love comes
it's not as sweet as the dream
hurt is part of it ...

ocean love

can close ur eyes take my hand
why don't u jump with me depend
to great unknow a fantasy
an ocean to be explore when no one gone before
wonder everywhere i'll take u there

ui.. ui... depend the sea
i'll show u what i'm dreaming of
ui..ui..jumpin with me
let me be u'r ocean now

a million desend side a trick of magic life
lecture through a green gold heas
in to a keep
there so far gleeming in pearl
subsection wonder world see the coral reep beyond believe

Ini gue post satu puisi karangan salah satu temen gue. Menurut gue, walopun sederhana tapi bagus sekali :)

A Prince for Me (Mood: In love) 13/05/2003 11:00

I want a prince who knows how to deal
With my heart, my soul, and keeps it real
And everything I am I would give
For he's the man with whom I shall live

I want a prince who appreciates
Respects and loves those Lord creates
A blooming rose excites his heart
And a sincere smile is his good start

Simply pleasured and easily laughs
Emotionally provocative and intelligently appealing
A giver to the poor and a friend to the haves
With each kiss he makes love worth believing

I want not a prince in glitter and gold
Though he has to be steadfast sure
With arms so warm they ward off cold
And a humor that ridicules the demure

Loudly he says in his heart and from his lips
From his head: he cannot love me more
And down with me when I take the chips
And sweep my legs off the floor


by FamousFeline (http://www.geocities.com/famousfeline/mypoetry.html)

Puisi yang udah lama gua tulis tapi cuma didiemin di MyDocuments...:)

I Found....

i found reality in dreams
i found my awaken self in unconsciousness

i found a light in darkness
i found an amazing truth in thousands of lies
i found a blessing in the sin

i found enormous power in giving
i found the guidance to love more than to hate

i found the stairway to heaven in the burning sunlight
i found a home of glory

i found myself for the first time
in you

me
i am
myself

you
you are
yourself

when it's through
passing the hard times
fighting the invisible
caught in three dimensional world
moving in the same direction

you and i
we are
us

++obituaries++

close the door
I am going to make love
with my lovely eyes.
falling star go by your eyes
it broken when kiss the air under the sea.
crash like my head.

don't move. close the door.
I want to make love. with the shadow of death.

::yogyakarta , 14.03.09@04.06 AM

jadi dengan penuh perjuangan :hehe
mohon kritik

nyet, aman komentonya
ada yg salah nggak tu inglish? :o

actually, i don't know what i'm looking for....! cause we are the birds of wanderer. flying from land to land. drop in for a little time at a lake that make you comfort. or in some river. take a rest in a limb. in no name land. couse we were not need a name. identities just make you remembering the fast. then draw up for cloy melancholic. or, on fact, we need somehing to remember? how ever we remember date of birthday.

but i'm a bird of wonderer. looking for that nothing. to forget that never want to go. like a shadow. loving the wind that can't to touch.

i'm a bird of wonderer. flying away, slowly, to the sun.

yogyakarta, 25.09.03@2.19 PM

hehehehehehekkkk...... :hehe

uakeh men sing salah tulis... ente karepe arep nulis about opo ze?? ^____^ gini, klo nulis bahasa inggris, jgn ditransfer langsung dr tata pola kalimat bahasa indonesia. jadi konsepnya lebih afdol klo langsung pola english... ngono...

kasi tau dong yg salah :P:P

*ikutan*

Where art thou?
It's hurt too much remembering thee were nowhere to be found
Have thou feel the lust?
Sense the emptiness that thou has cost me since thee left me fall apart?
Dilemma has shake my hands
Trapped in my desire to heard any news on thee
But do trapped too in my unwillingly to reach thee
Mystified on me
To keen with thee still
Or to eliminate thee without end

Funny thought … since to look right through thee has always been my incapable
But has thee find out my most incapable …
Was to ever make thee realize my desire
Me … never could found more way to open thee eyes … thee heart

Who be tied in with thou this moment?
Have my eyes met whoever that soul is?
Or has thee heart been reach by?
Speak up and let my mind be au fait with
The real track to have thee love … thee life …
That never comes to my mind

Have thee ever found love?
Have thee ever found a soul like me?