Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

1. Message In A Bottle (Part 2) 5/20/2012
2. Flame 5/20/2012
3. Kismet's Key 5/20/2012
4. Umbilical Cord 6/8/2012
5. Last Kiss 6/8/2012
6. Lighthouse 6/12/2012
7. The Pastor 6/26/2012
8. Drops Of Neptune - 'A Celestial High' 7/1/2012
9. Black And White 7/5/2012
10. An Apology 7/5/2012
11. Gaze 8/6/2012
12. Mable 8/6/2012
13. Unspoken Words 8/11/2012
14. Queen Lear 8/11/2012
15. Trenches Of Melancholy 8/12/2012
16. Eternity 8/18/2012
17. Astronomer 8/18/2012
18. Angelic Blue 8/18/2012
19. The Hand That Rocks The Cradle 8/23/2012
20. Gentleman Marry Brunettes (Ode To Jane Russell) 7/23/2012
21. A Plank Of Wood 7/23/2012
22. Pow From Sheba's Dressing 7/28/2012
23. Perfect Kiss Of Death 7/28/2012
24. A Mahout's Tale 8/6/2012
25. My Cueen 5/16/2012
26. Poppy's Hold 5/16/2012
27. Monsoon Rains 10/15/2012
28. Pitter-Patter 10/25/2012
29. Cancer Of The Laboring Heart 10/26/2012
30. Kite Runner 10/26/2012
31. A Drop Of Rain 10/27/2012
32. A Poya Day 10/29/2012
33. My Eritrea 10/30/2012
34. Mutant Butterfly 10/31/2012
35. Surrealism Of Liberty 10/31/2012
36. Houdini Of Melancholy 11/1/2012
37. A Mercenary 11/2/2012
38. Passage Of Love 11/2/2012
39. Nostalgia Of Saxophone Blues 11/3/2012
40. Barbie Love 11/4/2012
Best Poem of Dilantha Gunawardana

Woman 3

Show me a woman
That can turn a man with her hips
In the artistry of burlesque and belly
Show me a woman
That can be filled with pancakes
And fill a size 16 dress
Show me a woman
Who can kiss you like spring
And color you like autumn
Show me a woman
That can hold you like a harbor
And scaffold your spirits with her hold
Show me a woman
That can collapse your knees
Even in the absence of a ring
Show me a woman
Who can wrench real tears
And soak a cotton handkerchief
Show me a woman
That can fill you and empty you
Like water to finite...

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Kismet's Key

I am all dolled up for a date in cyberspace
As the heart yearns for an adventurous escape
In to the arms of a prince in waiting
For a call from heaven one of mating

Sores on my knees from an eternity on pews
Dust on my lips from an infinity in queues
As the heart tugs every man passing by
The psyche shatters in solitude's sigh

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