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Best Poems Written by Yanny Widjanarko

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Human With Unlimited Muse,

The inspirations domain into your very soul
Verses lay as the main thoughts of the console
Every moments recorded as the treasures of your word
Prestige left the fingerprints on your precious keyboard

The repetitions of day and night as well as vice versa is not a constraint
Each breath taken sent the muse to the brain which you ready to obtain
Your coverage was huge, infinity like the skyline
Love, cliche and dark were the appetite of your kind

Living as the super man in muse
Conquer the insight, live to perform ahead the audience as a perfect boost
Amazed the connoisseurs by the masterpiece of yours
You innocently made people addicted without any tricks or even force

We as the audience of your world
Seduced by the charm of your swirl
You are prince in the kingdom of your sheets
We are lulled by the chant of your beats


Inspired by Richard Lamoureux, the person who always enlighten through the bonfire of his muse and giving warmth to the people surround :D

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Cracking As Broken Toys

Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile 
The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Hurting each other became the story of our last
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
The way you speak is like negating the past

We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

Standing limp on the ruin of us
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

Still in the past memory I flew
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

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Goodbye Moon Hello Sunshine

Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
Within my universe I spread my thoughts
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

My days may be soon gone like a fading fogs 
But not for my night which always lingered by your magical motion
Within my universe I spread my thoughts

The colors of those verses are the rainbow of your creation
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace
But not for my night which always lingered  by your magical motion

Day is your strength which I borrowed to enlighten my moon in  phrase
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace

You may say  bye to your sunshine and hello to my moonlight
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night

Day now is opening my window towards to the memory of your sweet sunbeam
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

January 11, 2013
Dedicated to sweet Richard Lamoureux who shines my moon through his warmth reflection and wishing him a gorgeous day for his beautiful sunshines

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The Lost

Innocent lifeless
                                       Pretty children rest in peace
                                             Let us pray for them

                                            The kids were victims
                                       The shooter was victim too
                                             Let's not put a blame

                                                 Exclamation sign
                                          Love family, love it right
                                        Don't loose, hug them tight

                                                  Dear educators
                                           Part of the victims as well
                                               The lifetime tribute

                                           Mourn traveled the world
                                         Burn by cause last on effect
                                               Careful in our steps

Author's Note:
Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut,
Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep"
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My Sweet Past Tone

Once you filled the room which hollow for a moment
Couples of days before new year eve we indirectly met
Hilarious to remember how we know and admire each other that day
Without knowing it won't last forever

One song... One song keep chanting me back to the memory of you
The song of blue sky collapse
Year goes by, first, second and more
Each of my story buried you without trace

Until today you seek me through the mailbox
Simple words as "happy birthday" and more words as "still think about you"
Surprised, touched, even mine still one more day to go
You missed the day, but you caught my yearn

Thousands words would I type to reply
But the fact my hands stoned
I missed you even more, sealed beyond these words
But don't know how to say nor expressed it through the blank page

Once you filled this hollow room
Once I ever loved you
But I found my better way... better life...
And decide not to look back

January 7, 2013
Dedicated to the person who ever dwell within the past of my sweet memory...

Author's Note:
If you want this poem to be perfect to be read, I suggest you to open this link; https://soundcloud.com/adhitiasofyan/blue-sky-collapse 
"Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan" and hear it along while you read this poem, this is my favorite song and I drown already :)

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A Book of Soul For the Heartwarmer

One individual called "she" stepped into the sheets of a life story
Sheets that used to be occupied
She walked back and stopped at a chapter which tell the story of an obsolete chamber
A space which stands for behalf of the memory and wounds

A diorama played by shadow
A story with no beginning nor end
They've been there with decent backgrounds and decent light spectrum but called gray
The view was frozen, the chatter was muted, and that feels fell into the melancholy

Those with the outstretched hands which too high to be reached
Those with the self existence but too blind to be seen 
They abandoned as a figure of reserves without knowing the essence of a solace

And that individual creature went on her way back to the labyrinth of time

This time someone seized by the story of a root baste
Those roots were heart in shape and the hue carved a warmth, but once howled a bitterness
This chapter tells the story of a lush tree with the fruit of love
Fruits that contain the complexity of love, passion and a place to berth

And the fruit of love revealed its story to someone

Those who hide behind their false mannerism had carved their name on her shoulder
Those who have offered their hearts and bent on their knees 
Those who play fire in a lust, fell into a seek
But the love that she wants still unable to cover the part of this story

From the fruit of love to the sheet's of light

This chapter tells the story of an old house with extensive bed of flowers
This house represented the aesthetics, peace and harmony
A house which brings relief, spaciousness and joy
In that house she knelt, release all her mess
To the house the journey was anchored

In every sketches that have been through
None could live without the presence of others too

Obsolete chamber, lush love tree, beautiful bed flowered old house
Those who were involved in each story of the bulkhead of life
Those who were crawling along and came from different angles of infinity
Those who were instantly filled the pieces of shoot and became the shoot

They are the perfect gift for the imperfect souls
Not as a complement nor as a reserves
Yet as the major part of the heartwarming life story

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Late Night Treat

It is already late while I see
Those kids still play hide and seek
Dance around that pole which lacked of paint
The cockroach underneath tried to escape, run for a life

A night with an empty sky
Those constellations were asleep
Street lights accompanying me in a hush 
But has yet to beat the rest of my spirit

I walk on melody towards to the gate of joy
Imagining love is waiting behind the warm sheet
Though those 'to do list' take a number of waiting list 
They may have to wait and be on their queue

My eyes may have occupied by a ton of drowsiness 
But not for my brain which still spin on its rusty gear
Fulfilling the tiny pleasure of a friend across the web
Life cannot be much prettier than this


Dedicated to all of my friends in Poetrysoup who were encouraging me to keep on writing

*Special thanks to Richard Lamoureux :D

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The Love Song

You are the yearn of my days 
Like the new air of my breath
Sunshine greets through my morning
As if I was slept under the bliss

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love flood through our kiss
It made our world swirl and fly by
Like a miracle of pendulum swing

Days kept changing, unfolding
But still I'm insist to be here
Moon rose like too early
Seemed it stayed to be apathetic

And if I had to leave from my certain place
To be the other side where there is you
I will catch every second of time
Just only to stay whole with you

I would say and sing it to the blue sky
How's love filled and made me full with you
Immeasurable even by time
For all I want is you

And won't I take all those back again
Though I'm suffered in pain
Promised to be by your side
For I know and I can see 
The same lonesome in you and me 

*inspired by Anne Currin contest "Song Lyric"

Note: This is actually my old song lyric. I made a big modification and few changes of words in it regarding to the differences of language, but hopefully it still worth to be read :) enjoy!

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A Lollipop In Page

The chirp of cloudy morning peal its wondrous beauty 
As it was a perfect moment to sip the taste of an old times
Pampered and drawn by those vintage voices
Shrunk in this sweet anomaly,  the frames of a time roamer

Word by word, time after time
An anecdote is herding, I'm dancing in a rime
Reread all my writes, feel the flakes of each verses
My masterpieces in time, the journal of life's flavours

Now I'm landing on a sketch of laughters
Where I feel the rainbow of bliss
A small creature is trying to stay
In a warm belly it grows in its way

Waiting is the first list to do
Hoping for the best is the lovely second line
I have another story to make
And this time I offer you the lollipop in page

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Paradoxical Premise

Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts

Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?

Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do

Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace

At the end world leads to anarchism 
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?

The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts



*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.