Romantic Poems

Nothing is tougher
than the raining of June.
It keeps its own little miss
to that flowered tree.

Nothing is wiser
than the raining of June.
It vanishes its own foot traces
which was doubtful along the way.

Nothing is more kind
than the raining of June.
It lets what was untold
absorbed by that flowered tree.

(Free translation of Sapardi Djoko Damono poem titled 'Hujan Bulan Juni')

God can do anything,
also take my life away.
But there is one thing that
God can't do,
erasing your name from my heart...

I want to love you simply
with the words were untold
by the wood to fire that had burnt it to ashes.

I want to love you simply
with the sign were undelivered
by the cloud to the rain that had made it vanished.

(Free translation of Sapardi Djoko Damono poem titled 'Aku Ingin')

Someday
my body wouldn't be here anymore
but in these couplets of this rhyme
I won't let you alone.

Someday
my voice wouldn't be heard anymore
but between these lyrics of this rhyme
I will keep stealing your heart.

Someday
my dreams wouldn't be recognized anymore
but between these letters of this rhyme
I would never be exhausted to find you.

(Free translation of Sapardi Djoko Damono poem titled 'Pada Suatu Hari

Nanti')

My heart is a sheet of leaf
hold on, let me for a while
lay down here;
There is something I still want to stare at,
this pause is ever missed
a while is immortal before you wipe
your friend in each morning...

(Free translation of Sapardi Djoko Damono poem titled 'Hatiku Selembar Daun')

When you can't understand that I miss

you
... anymore.

Too many things that I need to tell

you,
so it makes me say nothing to you.

I want to miss anything;
the street where we used to be together,
the birds used to sing around us,
those dreams of you when you were not around,

I want to miss anything;
as long as not missing you...
since I wouldn't be able to handle it...

Just share your desires,
and belong to the world...
thank you for understanding me so

much...

The goal of all behavior
including the voluntary abdication of freedom
... is freedom

Here i am,
Here you are,

so, who the hell need the heaven...???

ROCK ON

BABE!!

- one night when I miss you so much,

accompanied by thousands of stars -

And as it used to be
I talk to nobody as usually
in my endless loneliness

In your eyes
resides the distant fulfillment
of someone else's desires.

You have called at,
in a land where stars grow on a wet soil.
You have called at,
in a land where flowers sell their beauty to those eyes
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You have called at,
in a land where sparrows always want to nest on top of casuarina tree.
You have called at,
in a land where words are matured and ready to harvest by the
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You have called at,
in a land where love is served in a cup of tea you drink.
You have called at,
in a land that disappoint you then break your heart in a night.

nb: thanks 4 coming to my life... i love

you.

How long the distance could you afford
before taking a look at me behind and watching that silence
But both us choose not to give up, right?
keep walking, looking straight ahead
holding out the desire to look behind
We should have embraced those moments
as a crumbs of sweet desire
finished by an intercourse.

There would come a time when you forget, perhaps
the stories you have whispered
between the rustling of bamboo leafs

alone

There would be no more endless lonesome years, perhaps
on the night sky scattered by star lights
you used to tease

There would be no more useless season, perhaps
your desire to the dawn rest in a

sprinkle of dew
which comes uncertainly

There would come a time you would understand, perhaps
it is a prairie
which has never asked more than a soft wind
that would bring your perfume to the alleys of rock mountain
when you have already afford to dance with the weeds

alone

I just want you to understand
that clouded sky happened since the sun
is too greed to rule the earth.

It forgets that there are still the wind and the clouds
which still rightfull to breath in every life that sometimes forced
to prostitute itself to power merely.

I just want you to understand
that there is an really undefined silent moment
when you were not present in my

lonesome chambers

...

nb: always happy to see your smile that appears in your eyes...

I miss you, you said, on the night

where poem struggling, sliding away,
pushing, destroying, crushing, intoxicating me. Obviously I read the silence
on your poetic face. O, thousand of rays left from the eyelid.

I miss you, you said, like a silent

that stabbing, curving,
tapping the whole body.

I miss you, you said, on the silent

night, no sounds
breaking the dawn, the morning where my nervous came to your face.

... a poem

It's time for our books to be closed
Go ahead, write the new pages of your book
Don't open your old books
since those every words written are
the desiring soul.

Write your new books with full colored dreams
Not our dreams that dark and gloomy
I myself will write my new book
with dream of a violet butterfly
whose wings are scratched.
with dream of raining tears
which drift the rainbow in the edge of the sky
when the sky is orange colored.

Remember our book of dreams
with the memory of a hope
that went down in an inability
ended with the palace burned

Your book, my book, and our book
is a journey without beginning nor ending.

Loving you, with life, blood, and

dreams.

To the moving away wind
I whispered your name
a leaf fell
and I entrusted
the moving desire
to the moulted cloud
...
your name