My Old Enigmas
I am an Indonesian poet. Familiar is called Isykariman, known through his poems that use the figure of speech and romantic words.
My Soul
There is an answer that you charge
There is me who is full of silence
There is a parcel of weather that wins
The sky water went down arbitrarily
But we want it to be hunted
If you are bored
Until we yesterday will disappear
As you, please leave
No bored approaching me
Tired of your soul is my worry
Restless your soul is my turmoil
Your tears are my rain
Love
Gradually make a puddle
To me who is bound by memories
I drowned myself far away
In memory
Dawn Gate
Among the frantic call to prayer
Witnessed by Kejora
Thousands of lights fell scattered
Raining down on the motherland
The hue marked up began to get jealous
The power is nothing
Beautiful morning blessings
Romance touches the heart
And cold ones for you
Prospective lover
Longing Rhymes
And if it's cold, make you feel at home in the blanket
What else do I present to bring warmth
Sleep goddess
your smile engraved in my thoughts amid savanna.
Knit dreams for you on the day after tomorrow
because tomorrow is your lover's
The Older Man Is Alone
His fate is certain
Graceful in his days
Miserable on frozen nights
His business, not playing
Nearly a century of silence
Sweating between waking and sleeping
Indeed, his future is certain
End of suffering is the only one
Only death
Urbanization
On the edge of the city, we contemplate
After crying began to muffle
Discordant birds
The streets are full of salute
People widen prayers
Look at my clear sky
Like being frantic
Look at the face of the earth
Miserable, roaring to give a gesture
On blazing hues
Your efforts are eternal
The skyline carries a message
Look for spirits in places of worship.
Blind
Like affix without a word friend
Halting in one phrase
The poetic verse is not like that
End the variety of flavors that you force
Dictations are not that dizzy in the head
You can't force loves
And you're still not sensitive
Like we are the same
Aware will be in the chest
Meeting in the Twilight
We are so miserable
You're like free-flying poetry
While I'm fixated like scientific work
You can chime in the sun
I am going to be in the corner of the night
In the evening I saw the look on your face
So white as a mummified heart
Until time to reign
Seeing you back with him
In a beautiful mix
Money
Money, money, money
Because money destroys households
Money, money, money
Power failure due to money
Dead motorbikes, cars, planes, Angora, Persia
Death for cash!
I'm dead because of money
Uh
Dead in love for money
Eh! Love born for cash?
Graceful
The silent remain silent,
as gracefully quiet
The chirping still clashed with the sounds of nature
Become an elegant symphony
While the others, let him calm
Until the hue became jealous because of her grace
Graceful morning blessing, romantic touches the body.
© 2019 Isykariman Biridlwanillah
