I am an Indonesian poet. Familiar is called Isykariman, known through his poems that use the figure of speech and romantic words.
There are only black and thick
Misty dancing in the air
There is no warm hugging body
Only the cold stabbed the taste
There were no animal noises at night
Only the soul struggles in silence
Only lively memories are scattered
Then decorate on the walls of the room
I'm tired of taking steps to reach you
All I could do was compile then disappear
You are the one I couldn't reach in your hand
Always real when remembered
About your eternal smile on the room's ceiling
About the sound of your laughter that continues to echo in the ear
But I'm just busy compiling diction
Until there are many parables in my mind
But again and again
There is no hope to hold your hand
Because you defeated me before taking a step
In front of me, there are only dark walls
Then behind that wall are you and your laughter
Already a parasite in a space in my head
From there I will continue to compile if I reach for you
Although the gap never existed.
Some want to complain in the dark
Earn hope in between incompetence
Power is only limited to expectations
Mixing second by second into poetry
Among the chatter ceiling of the room
He was eternally held hostage to the aura of the throne.
I like the word
Play with literature
Imagine for diction
You are my duties
Who was born from your aura
Demanding words to line up
While I'm just a word command
For you, an idol of the heart.
"Angels don't know themselves."
An air that feels rock hard
Incarnated a magnificent diamond fence
Among the faces of the throne
An ordinary look melts away the taste
The tail of the eye signals the rose petals
Beautiful curves of sweet lips
You are a twilight shackle
In the bulk of every appearance
Selflessly you are a hostage of hope
Missing all logic
There is only fantasy
Pick you up in heaven
If I may ask
It is not hard to say
I want to look at your face
from such a short distance
Although only a minute
With the condition that all hours are turned off
So it can be forever.
Laugh Out Loud
A thousand times you run
One thousand times I catch up
Not in the past direction
Not in a way that makes you tired
But in a dissected way
I'll go alone
Stay away, then spin
then come closer from behind you
Call your name and say
I will not be tired, in the slightest.
About small events
Under the calm sky
Whether it's bitter or poetic
He separated the leaves from the twigs
After the vertical journey
The leaf is upright
While staring at his friends
"When do you follow me."
My Village (Reminiscence)
Bright sky creates a chocolate check in the chest
Live your life full of questions,
Why should I grow?
Then go away
The lure of a bright future
Who knows later ?!
The full address is miss literature
Spread miserably me in the distance
Makes me melancholy
On the ground where my little footprints
I miss carving out new footprints there
On logic laden with reasons
let me cook miss until boiling
To the closest distances I am to home
I miss my mother, father too, especially younger siblings
and all who taught me Smile
Until Laughter came loose, first there.
About the awe, you conjured into being
Not the result of logic alone
I observe perfectly
When you are right in front of your eyes
You don't realize one thing
I secretly know about you
You should not stand here
Your place in heaven
Thank you for the form
describe the beautiful curve of your sweet lips
Thank you for the duration
Give a little story about you
It is my secret
Not for me to say to anyone
But I keep it for long
I'll tell you later, in time.
We might not be in line anymore
But our footprints are still imprinted
In harmony with the mossy pillar fence
But that was the past, only to be remembered.
You have a new world, me too.
Happy and challenging we have ever tried
But now we are two strangers
I guess you don't know me anymore
I suddenly thought this wasn't you
Role Play This is your college assignment.
We are friends, and I will help you
My role as a person does not know you,
Incidentally, there is you in my mind
I feel like running
As far as possible, Until I realized
It doesn't make me tired
And know your magic
Even if only in memory
© 2019 Isykariman Biridlwanillah
Isykariman Biridlwanillah (author) from Indonesia, Jakarta, and Japan, Osaka on September 08, 2019:
Thank you sister. That poem was createad with my sorrow imagination to hope that I had best family but, I never had it.
Lorna Lamon on September 08, 2019:
Another lovely collection of poems so beautifully expressed. I particularly liked 'My Village', which brought back memories of my childhood in my own village.
Isykariman Biridlwanillah (author) from Indonesia, Jakarta, and Japan, Osaka on September 07, 2019:
Thank you brother
Adnan from Earth, Universe on September 07, 2019:
Simply beautiful....such vivid collection of thoughts that have been painted so beautifully...A wonderful write...Thanks for sharing...!