poetry of Godot

by : Ardi class C (mahkali Kafka)

 

Godot

Thou, they said, never come

While nothing to be done,

In space with no sound

Lost in time, not found.

Gogo said it’s awful

When empty is full

Didi said it’s painful

When time makes lull

Road, mound, and tree

In no leaves it seems to me

In suicide they decide it might be

Expecting to talk to thee

Didi

Day feels like century

Absurd, out of harmony

Is this Thou call the world

When things decay, in sight, and grow old

Free yet freezed

Reachable but unseized

Open but sealed

Unmove and want to be killed

Gogo

Lukcy is in rope

Pozzo becomes thy hope

Godot might he be?

Gogo iin nothing to see.

Beaten in a ditch everynight

By invincible men,and fight,

anything  he remember not

when the hours are not hot

the dead voice he always hear

the remnant of the past isn’t clear

Poem mamen!!

Streamer Teenager
By : Danuw Rachman Wahid
Hesitate bullshit, Agaste NOT a faith,

Steadfast as clash, boast to the truth

We scream, shouting at the devil,

Cry with no tears, stabbing for a fail.

We plunge to the fire, face thunderbolt,

Thunderbolt of a fraud and fault.

Streamer, streamer youth breste up!!

Teenager fix all things messed up.

Destroy who there in hollow dread,

Along With the ruse of derke head.

Stamp O teenager, run and  find a glory

Streamer teenager evermore for the country.

day time in the middle of the crowd (my spirit vowed)
on : flow blogging

Good night poem (part 1)

1. The night quite warm unusual like other night.

  it is cold like an ice floe from the arctic ocean.

the havens cloudy,
and the moon play hide and seek with the stars.
gotcha! Your turn now, said the stars.
any feast up there.
with the glowing ray of the moon and sparkling stars.
heed the beauty of this night.
add some precious time to accompany the rest.

Good night... sweet dream...

note : you can make this poem when the condition of the night is cold, the sky cloudy with stars and moon sometimes appear sometimes not.

2.  For the nonce…
the nightmarish of darkness make a new fangled nest,
and be ready to do nemesis to the angels of dream.
But that’s all negligible things.
the angel wont be face downed easily.
They’ll arrange our dream nattily.
In the nature of a cute smiling cats in our dream… 
Good nite n hv a nice dream

Rather Full of imagination,  it seems like tellin the story about the angel of night with the evil nightmarish who try to destroy sweet dream.

3. The candle fire wasn’t bright tonight…
it can’t make my way stride clear .
tonight the rain wasn’t come.
but I feel cold, surrounded by bad mood.
I hope the night is about to over…
and the rain comes…
because nobody will see my tears
expelled in the middle of rain.
but I believe tomorrow must have so many wishes…

Good night... sweet dream...

note : this poem should be written in the night when the rain often come before that night, and the condition is not be usual because no rain at that day. (this poem express sadness, it's gonna be good to start somebody curiosity)

4. The streets were aglow,
with so many bright light
under the cloak of night.
The moon was turning the key clockwise
to open a device melody up.
The fairy bastes so much efficacious fiddle tune
for accompany your night
and release hundred idea tomorrow
.. knit for a hope and marvels
Good night and have a ice dream.


Note : Good poem for a girl who have naturalist ideology.... whahahaha.