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.

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.

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.

Eugenio Montale, "I went down, giving you the arm, at least a million stairs"

How to make a unique declaration of love? 

What to read to understand if it is the right man? What to write on a greeting card or for a special dedication? 

Here's what you need: The 100 most beautiful Italian love poems from Dante to De Andrè. It is a book that presents precisely the ranking of the most beautiful and most famous love poems written in our language in the history of literature, it is a complete anthology also very well illustrated. It is an ideal gift and a book from which you can take inspiration from moments of love inspiration. 

But if you need an urgent sentence now, give an eye after the jump, I leave you some excerpts from the book.

Eugenio Montale, 

"I went down, giving you the arm, at least a million stairs"

I went down, giving you the arm, at least a million stairs

and now that you are not there is a void at every step.

Even so, our long journey was short.

My still lasts, and no longer do I need them

coincidences, reservations,

the traps, the scorn of those who believe

that reality is what you see.

I went down millions of stairs, giving you my arm

not because you can see more with just a few eyes.

With you I went down because I knew that about us

the only real pupils, though so blurred,

it was yours.

Pablo Neruda "I Do Not Love You"

Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"

I do not love you as if I were pink with salt, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate the fire:

I love you as you love certain dark things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that does not flourish and bears

inside, hidden, the light of those flowers;

thanks to your love it lives dark in my body

the concentrated aroma that ascended from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

so I love you because I can not love otherwise

that way, this way you are not and are not,

so close that your hand on my chest is mine,

so close that you close your eyes with my sleep.