Best Poetry | Best Love Poems | “ Kusapa Engkau Lewat Doa”

Best Poetry | Best Love Poems |  “ Kusapa Engkau Lewat Doa”

What do we usually do when we miss someone we love?

Daydream? Or call him so that our longing is cured?

Certainly everyone has a different way when he feels longing for people they say, besides calling or even a video call there might also be those who only pray for him from a distance.

Bedo'a and plead with God that the people we long for are in God's protection. Berdo'a kuga is one of the best ways we can do it.

Someone who is deeply stricken by longing can also devote his longing to a poetry work, such as I who ventured longing for a poem that I created myself, this is about my way when I miss the people I care about, namely by praying.

A poem for all of you may be inspired

. “ Kusapa Engkau Lewat Doa”

Gundah Gelisah Menyerbu Jiwa

Mencabik Logika Tersapa Lamunan

Memekik Namun Tak Berisik

Memaki Namun Dengan Hati

Namamu Tak Lain Yang Terukir

Dalam Bingkai Malam Penuh Arti

Merajut Angan Tertulis Indah

Meraih History Tentang Hati

Aku Rindu Kau Malam Mini

Meski Sentuhan Itu Tak Kau Sadari

Lambaian Angin Tersentuh Menanti

Mengantar Kata Untuk Sang Bidadari

Kidung Cinta Merdu Menghibur

Menggambarkan Wajah Sosok Terukir

Dalam Lamunan, Ku Menyapa

Dirimu Kini Semoga Terasa

Tak Gentar Diri Tersungkur

Terjatuh Ku Bangkit Tersenyum

Ku Yakin Langit Kan Terguncang

Saat Kepala Bersandar Ketanah

Tak Ada Kata Yang Bisa Menggambar

Rasa Cinta Ini Kian Menyebar

Membesar Dan Berakar

Dalam Hati Ini Kau Tersandar

Ku Menyapa Engkau Lewat Doa

Ketika Rindu Dalam Hening Sang Malam

Meracauku Menegur Tuhan

Munajatku Mengharap Kau Seorang

That was my poem, written when I longed to say hello.

May be useful for you all.

THE BEST POETRY, THE BEST LOVE POETRY “ PENANTIANKU HANYA UNTUKMU”

THE BEST POETRY, THE BEST LOVE POETRY “ PENANTIANKU HANYA UNTUKMU”

Long distance relationships some people must definitely experience this, being in a different place with a partner sometimes creates a deep desire to meet soon.

Talking about a miss is not just talking to couples. But longing can also be present for everyone who has love for other people, does not have to establish a relationship that results in a longing.

However, when someone admires someone of the opposite sex, it may cause a longing, even though they have not yet had a relationship.

As with a poem below which describes a man who loves a woman but the woman is in a distant city, and they have not yet formed a serious relationship.

I offer this poem to you far away.

“PENANTIANKU HANYA UNTUKMU”

TERBUNUH SEPI SAAT SENDIRI

TERPERANGKAP JIWA DALAM HAMPA

KOSONG PANDANG TANPA NYATA

SOSOKMU KINI JAUH DISANA

TERTUNDUK BERTIANG LUTUT

TANGAN MERAPAT MENAHAN BERAT

TERSENGGAL NAFAS HATI BERONTAK

JIWA MENAHAN RINDU MENDALAM

LIRIH KU UCAP SEBUAH HARAP

SAAT MAHKOTA BERSEMAYAM DITANAH

KATA INDAH UNTUK SANG PENCIPTA

TERBAIK UNTUKMU SEMOGA NYATA

TERPISAH RUANG, WAKTU TAK BERSATU

TERTAANAM SUBUR INDAHNYA RINDU

BERJUANGKU HANYA UNTUKMU

PENANTIAN INI SEMOGA BERLALU

A hope that may become real, to be able to unite in the beauty of my love and you may become one.  

THAK'S
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Best Love Poems “Terlelap Karena Senyuman Mu”

Best Love Poems 

“Terlelap Karena Senyuman Mu”

A feeling cannot be forced to attend, nor can it be invited to exist, but all present by themselves and without anyone being able to prevent it.

There are many forms and expressions in expressing love, some use gifts as an expression of love, some give a rose as a sign of love, some also use poetry as a medium to express it.

Love and longing are interrelated, everyone who feels love must also feel homesick when the person he loves is away from him.

Like the poem below which illustrates a deep longing and results in not being able to sleep because it always remembers the people they love. 

The poetry below is in Indonesian and for those of you who want to save it please save it.

Let's look at the love poem below.

“Terlelap karena senyuman mu”

Malam ini

Ku coba pejamkan mata

Dengan banyak gundah menerpa

Menjadi arang yang menyala

Pikiran seolah melarangku khilap

Dari bayang wajah hawa dipuja

Terpejamku kembali terbuka

Menatap langit putih berhias sutera

Ada apa dengan kisah tidurku

Tak pernah nyaman meski berbaring

Berjuta kata penepis sangka

Tak mampu menjadi obat prasangka

Tersadar akan gundah ini

Saat ku buka layar ajaib bercahaya

Teringat sosok sang rupawan

Sosok dambaan pemilik tujuan

Berdecak lidah dada tertekan

Nyali menggunung tertimpa takut

Berpapas paras hanya memuji

Semoga kau bisa mengerti

Menggeliat kembali terpejam

Setelah tenang ku tatap senyum

Paras elok tersalin indah di mata

Pembawa lelap dan tenang jiwa

Selamat malam

Semoga kau bermimpi indah

Tentang diriku, dan bisa membuka tabir hatimu

Tentang harapanku, bersama dan memilikimu

…AROFAH..

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5 Of The World's Best Artists' Love Poems

5 Of The World's Best Artists' Love Poems 

1. Charles Bukowski, "When God created love"

When God created love, he did not help us much

when God created dogs he did not help dogs much

when God created plants it was something in the norm

when God created hatred he gave us a normal useful thing

when God created Me, he created Me

when God created the monkey he was sleeping

when he created the giraffe he was drunk

when he created narcotics he was excited

and when he created suicide he was on the ground

When he created you lying in bed

he knew what he was doing

he was drunk and revved

and created the mountains and the sea and the fire

at the same time

He made some mistakes

but when he created you lying in bed

He did all His Holy Universe.

2. I WANT

 (Sapardi Djoko Damono)

I want to love you with simple

with a word that could not be pronounced wood

to the fire that made it ash.

I want to love you with simple

with a signal that the cloud could not deliver

to the rain that made it disappear.

3. POETRY

(Korrie Layun Rampan)

This road is dusty, lover
Stretched in the field of taste
Sixteen suns arched from sixteen horizons
Afternoon was fierce along the culmination

The night's sleep follows the steps slowly
White Moon Pitter
In the lover's garden

My bride
Between gravel and red sand
Hidden traces that stop by

4. AWARENESS

 (Armijn Pane)

In my head has been designed,
Sheer flower crown,
I have become independent,
Already got happy happy.

I floated to the star,
With trusting eyes,
What is crossing extinct,
What used to tie me up.

Let's love, don't hesitate
Looking for a way; I overtake,
Adinda now
Come on, lover, come along with me
Fly there, by going through,
Own heart

5. TAMAN DUNIA 

(Asrul Sani)

You put me in the world-park, my beloved!
You lead my finger, you show me the flower laughing, the flower smiles.
you bow my head upright, smell the hidden scent.
You shrieked on my cheeks longing for weak soft beldu leaves.

I was amazed, speechless.
whisper you:
"Taman Swarga, Swarga Mutiara Taman".
You disappeared.
Disturbed, I'm doing something.

3 MOST POPULAR ROMANTIC POEMS

3 MOST POPULAR ROMANTIC POEMS

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Nazim Hikmet, "I love you"

I love you

the adventure of the ship that goes towards the pole

I love you

the audacity of the players of the great discoveries

I love distant things in you

I love the impossible in you

within your eyes like in a wood

full of sun

and sweating hungry, infuriated

I have the hunter's passion

to bite into your flesh.

I love the impossible in you

but not despair.

Gaius Valerius Catullus, "We live, my Lesbian, and we love"

We live, my Lesbia, and we love,

and every treacherous murmur of the old

the vile currency is worth for us.

The day can die and then rise again,

but when our short day dies,

an endless night we will sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, and then a hundred,

then give me another thousand, and then a hundred,

so a thousand continuous, and therefore a hundred.

And when they will be a thousand and a thousand,

we will hide their true number,

that you do not throw the evil eye the envious one

for such a high number of kisses.

Charles Baudelaire, "Hymn to Beauty"

Come from the deep sky or get out of the abyss,

Beauty?
Your gaze, divine and infernal,

dispense in bulk relief and crime,

and in this you can be compared to wine.

Enclose the sunset and the aurora in your eye;

smell the air like a stormy evening;

your kisses are a filter and your mouth an amphora

that make the hero and the brave child vile.

Do you come out of the black chasm or descend from the stars?

The enraged Destiny follows your skirt

like a dog; sow joy and disaster at random,

and governments everything and nothing responds.

Walk on the corpses, or Beauty, scoffing them,

of your jewels the Horror is not the least attractive,

Assassination, in the midst of your dearest pendants

on your proud belly dance lovingly.

Toward you, candle, the dazzled moth

crackles and burns saying:
 Blessed the flame!

The panting lover bent over the beloved

he looks like a dying man caressing the grave.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter,

Beauty! Huge, scary, naive monster!

If your eyes, your smile, your foot open the door

of an Infinity that I love and have never known?

From Satan or from God, what does it matter? Angelo or Sirena,

you make us - with velvet eyes,

rhythm, perfume, light, my only queen!

The less odious universe, the less heavy the minute?

Alda Merini's poem, "I need feelings"

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Let's look at the poem from Alda Merini's. about someone who really needs feelings, even needs to feel up to the need for money

Alda Merini, "I need feelings"

I do not need money.

I need feelings,

of words, of words chosen wisely,

of flowers called thoughts,

of roses called presences,

of dreams that inhabit the trees,

of songs that make the statues dance,

of stars that murmur to the lovers' ear.

I need poetry,

this magic that burns the heaviness of words,

which awakens emotions and gives new colors.

My poetry is alacre like fire

It passes between my fingers like a rosary

I do not pray because I am a poet of misfortune

that, at times, the labor pains within the hours are silent,

I am the poet who shouts and plays with his screams,

I am the poet who sings and does not find words,

they are the dry straw above which the sound beats,

I am the ninnanànna who makes the children cry,

it is the vainglory that lets itself fall,

the metal mantle of a long prayer

of the past condolences that do not see the light.

Julio Cortázar's poem, "The future"

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Loving. We don't talk about anything else. Whether it's love or sex, passion or chemistry, is it crushed or half the apple, what will live without love?
Space to share experiences, stories, adventures. A place where trying to help women understand what is happening to their relationship, where giving advice on how to find their soul mate, where to find an explanation for betrayal, jealousy, at the end of the story. Couples live, eros, seduction, conquest and butterflies in the stomach. This is love.
Then, what is the expression about someone according to Julio Cortázar

Julio Cortázar, "The future"

And I know very well that you will not be there.

You will not be there in the street,

not in the murmur that pours out at night

from the poles that illuminate it,

not even in the gesture of choosing the menu,

or in the smile that lightens the "complete whole" of the subterranean,

in lent books and goodbye to tomorrow.

You will not be there in my dreams,

in the original destiny of words,

nor will you be in a phone number

or in the color of a pair of gloves, a blouse.

I will infuriate, my love, and it will not be for you,

and I will not buy sweets for you,

at the corner of the road I will stop,

at that angle you will not play,

and I will say the words that are said

and I will eat the things that are eaten

and I will dream of the dreams we dream of

and I know very well that you will not be there,

nor in here, the prison where I still hold you,

nor out there, in that river of streets and bridges.

You will not be there for anything, you will not even remember,

and when I think of you, I'll think a thought

that darkly tries to remember you.