Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

561. Not Just Another Kiss 1/28/2014
562. Nudity 4/18/2013
563. Ocean 9/23/2015
564. October 10/10/2015
565. Ode To A Demi-God (Sachin Tendulkar) 12/1/2013
566. Ode To Narcissus 9/4/2014
567. Ode To Nerds 3/30/2013
568. Ode To Peace 9/22/2014
569. Ode To Venus With A Million Lips 1/28/2014
570. Of Love And Beauty 7/10/2013
571. Of Mice And Men 3/7/2013
572. Offering 10/8/2015
573. Oh Sweet Victoria 1/23/2013
574. Oh The Beauty Of Meadow Grass 6/28/2013
575. Oil Of Man 4/5/2013
576. On A Church Yard 4/24/2013
577. On Bended Knee 5/4/2014
578. On The Shadow Of Don Quixote 6/28/2013
579. Once 2/19/2013
580. Once Bitten Twice Shy 11/27/2012
581. One Hit Wonder 4/22/2014
582. One Night Stand 5/9/2014
583. Orange 1/30/2013
584. Orgasm 3/11/2013
585. Orginal Sin/Legacy Of Eve 3/27/2014
586. Ornithology 4/5/2013
587. Pain And Pleasure 10/1/2015
588. Palmistry - Boon Or Bane? 4/28/2013
589. Pappadam 10/3/2015
590. Paradise Lost (A Maid's Tale) 4/1/2013
591. Paradise Regained? 9/1/2015
592. Paradox Of A Tattoo 5/26/2013
593. Paris 11/16/2015
594. Paris (In The Aftermath) 11/17/2015
595. Paris (Through A Victim's Eyes) 11/16/2015
596. Passage Of Love 11/2/2012
597. Perfect Kiss Of Death 7/28/2012
598. Perfection 9/17/2015
599. Pineapple 1/27/2013
600. Pirouette 2/18/2013
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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Poppy's Hold

The suns raps like burning lava on the skin
As the peau embraces life in its scorching thin
Where the bactrian camels roam in absolute glee
Where fields of poppy smile in their domes of free

Not a mercenary but a proud soldier within
As the terrain desecrates the life from within
As a bomb explodes taking away the carrier's life
Hoards of innocence at mercy in the unfolding strife

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