22 May - 2020
When Love Ends
When love ends, it doesn't just go and disappear
It scratches and scrapes layers of your heart
Digs your flesh and pales you up
When love ends, the apathy left is bitter
It boils your emotion and fries your spirit
Strengthless and your feelings, numb
Something beautiful with sharp crooked nails on its tail
What it touches will blossom at first
Will bleed dry once it's bored
For when love comes
Seeping too deep within it has gone
Clutching its nails on your defence walls
Ready to rip it and use its ultimate weapon
Death kiss but it might miss
You need luck to survive and a new love to be revived
Reality became too harsh
So I escaped with my pen
Going back to my happy
Wanting to relive it again
I changed just a few details
With my pen I made them real
Erased the bits of sadness
I added my own appeal
As I polished the edges
Replaced my tears with a smile
I basked in the loveliness
Enjoyed happy for a while
Before me is the answer
I can rewrite reality
Pen and mind have the power
They can shape eternity
Inspired by Dinda Minardi's poem "Hi There Reality"
(28/10/2012)
These whole times
I've spent my life assembling fractured pieces
Gluing them with my tears
And mending them in my caress
For a man that used to be fragile and scared
I’ve brought him life and honest deed
Now he’s strong like he’s never been scattered
He forgot who he was and leaves me strayed
I can still hear his fears and weep
What a heart he has
After he’s fixed
He discards me ripped
I mended him
With tears I glue my fractions and will win
Dinda Minardi
For 'Picking Up the Broken Pieces' by Gail
Angel Doyle
(23 April 2012)
When you're possessed by tears and fears
Open yourself of what world brings
‘Cause it would absorb the mist
Ignore all those deafening hiss
As your muse will give you a kiss
Chin up high and raise your fist
This is the quote that inspired me.
“Do not feel lonely. The entire universe is inside you.” By: Rumi
I agree of his quote. Universe is made to help human. We just need to embrace what's provided and believe that no one's made lonely.
Written by: Dinda Minardi
For 'RUMI IN RIME COUEE' Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Sits on 6th place (",)
(29/02/2012)
I love how you convert your friends with kisses
Changing their look physically
I love how you affect their identities
You bring out comfortness inside them gently
No matter how bold a color
To soften it always what you do
White, a conqueror that pure
Beware, its power is true
*Inspired by Russell Sivey
Contest 'The Colors Have It'
Written by: Dinda Minardi
3rd Place :D
(14/01/2012)
To publish my first poetry book
Is the best gift I could give myself
Since I haven't tasted present that big before
To know I've written that much from my book
Is the best gift I could have
This blissfulness, I don't want it blurred
*I just published my own book, and I'm so very incredibly happy 'bout it. Certainly the best gift I gave myself :)
Thanks to you all Soupers, I really inspired by many of you
It contains of my past poems since 1998 - mid 2011
Check this page: http://nulisbuku.com/books/view/life-love-and-luck
http://nulisbuku.com/books/search?search=dinda+minardi&pilihan=writer
:)
(25/12/2011)
I don’t fancy what God did to
me
I had my loss just yesterday
Last memory about her was
when
she smiled at me
Couldn’t believe she had gone
away
Her life was to bargain
With this pure soul I have in
my
arms
Until I see her again
I promise I’ll protect him from
harms
One life was taken, after one
given
for the forsaken
Life as it is, we have to
surrender
of what it has given
dinda minardi
* many doesnt know what this
poem try to convey: it is a
poem about husband's loss of
his wife because of giving birth to their son.
(30/10/2011)
It was my first kiss
Heated by your warm soft lips
Sweets from your lips’ tips
Intertwined desires
I sipped chocolate of your lips
Our blood pumped in whiz
Dinda Minardi
For Michael J. Falotico contest
"Kiss Like a Fruit"
I Fall in the Fall
(03/10/2011)
It was between dry and rainy
season here
When you breathed early fall’s
weather sphere
Love visits in a weird way
When you were far, I had nothing
to say
Now you almost near, I think I
jump my heart
Is this really a good start or only
cupid's random dart?
You make me hold my breath, dear
When you suddenly appeared, I
cried a tear
The intimacy communicates with
my feeling
My heart’s fence starts crackling
I’m asking about fall, you’re
giggling
Never mind, as you’re here, I can
feel the leaves falling
By: Dinda Minardi
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's
contest 'Falling in Love in the Fall'
Submitted for Nathan D. - "Best of
the Best - Poem" Contest.
(Michael)
Two sets of eyes that never met.
A hug across lands where words connect.
We whisper and dream in poems so clear.
So far away but can still wipe a tear.
A friendship with no sounds, but a treasure I did found.
(Dinda)
Thousands of landscapes and lining mountains,
Cannot separate our mingled words that fountained
Dear precious, our bond is stronger than before is certain
Wishing spells and crafted words in rainbow tint
We fulfill each other, as dry season completed by season of rain
By: Michael J. Falotico and Dinda Minardi
For Tracie Edwards
Contest Name'Grab a mate and collaborat
Hug of Words
(11/09/2011)
By: Dinda Minardi and Michael J. Falotico
(Michael)
Two sets of eyes that never met.
A hug across lands where words connect.
We whisper and dream in poems so clear.
So far away but can still wipe a tear.
A friendship with no sounds, but a treasure I did found.
(Dinda)
Thousands of landscapes and lining mountains,
Cannot separate our mingled words that fountained
Dear precious, our bond is stronger than before is certain
Wishing spells and crafted words in rainbow tint
We fulfill each other, as dry season completed by season of rain
By: Michael J. Falotico and Dinda Minardi
For Tracie Edwards
Contest Name 'Grab a mate and collaborate
*9th place in the contest
Yogyakarta*
(26/08/2011)
If only I could make it then,
To the place I call second hometown
To the city I long for four years
To the souls of my real relatives
Just to talk about it brings me tears
Where my best Eid-El Fitrs* took place
If only I could close my eyes and click my heels
I’d trade what I own to have the first pace
So I could go there again, and put smile on Dad’s face
To arrive at grandma’s place, to the city that is grace
* Yogyakarta is one of the cities in the Middle Java (I live in East Java). It’s my dad’s hometown and my second city to be called home.
* Eid-El Fitr is two days after we, Moslems did our fasting in one whole month.
In Indonesia we have this tradition to ‘come home’ to our origin hometown in Eid-El Fitr, whether you are moslems or not, because of the holidays. And as described in this poem, I really miss that city I call home.
By: Dinda Minardi
For Michael J. Falotico's Contest "Close Your Eyes and Click Your Heels"
(25/08/2011)
To see cute faces
And their innocent sweet smiles
Wonderland it is
Angels to play with
To be playful is a must
Friendly is needed
Tell them how to show love
Singing, reading and counting
So thrilled when they laugh
It wasn’t my goal
But I’m inspired by pure souls
Teacher is I am
By: Dinda Minardi
(25/08/2011)
(2005)
Nothing doesn't mean none of thing
I love you
Maybe that's nothing to you but to me, a thing
You hate me
Maybe that's nothing for you but for me, huge thing
The least you still care enough for hating
I may be nothing before you but I am something
I may be nothing for you but you're only one thing
And I'm worth big thing
Compete in Michael J. Falotico's
"A Poem Saying " I'm More Then What you Thought" Contest
By: Dinda Minardi
(27/06/2011)
There I was, the only woman
With three others
I was the most nervous one
I looked at other tables
There he was, the poet who can act in his words
While at the other table groups
All woman, four other poets
Chit-chatting in chattering
I could only look down, no eager of confidence
Back to observe my own table
Next to me was a calm and gentle poet
Yet his words act like blades
Gently black at times
Full of flowery romance at the same time
Next to him was other gentleman
Who masters all the topics
From social to politics
The other one, very keen
With his wisdom words and sweet writings
You have no idea how grateful I was
Being counted in such a massive convention
Sitting equally with artists in words
I lifted my head then and blended-in
I was one amongst the perfections
At my table:
Myself - Dinda Minardi
Calm and gentle poet with sharp words - Michael J. Falotico
Gentleman who masters all the topics - Dr. Ram Mehta
Wisdom and sweet writings gentleman - Rick Berry
For "Table of Four" Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
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