Dilantha Gunawardana

Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

721. The First Time (2) 8/18/2015
722. The First Time (A Male Perspective) 3/28/2014
723. The First Walk 2/11/2013
724. The Flames Of Destiny 11/4/2012
725. The Former Me 9/17/2015
726. The Fossil Of Love 7/1/2013
727. The G String 2/3/2014
728. The Girl From Chile 7/12/2013
729. The Gospel Of Change 8/25/2013
730. The Hand That Rocks The Cradle 8/23/2012
731. The Holiest Truth Of Man 3/11/2014
732. The Iceberg 4/23/2014
733. The Impossible 3/12/2014
734. The Indigo Blue Nomads (Ode To The Tuaregs) 7/6/2013
735. The Jester (The Parrot) 1/7/2013
736. The Legacy Of An Umbrella 2/18/2013
737. The Legacy Of The Soil 11/1/2012
738. The Light That Lies Beyond 8/21/2015
739. The Lingering Drought 2/19/2014
740. The Man That Sits Next To You In Graduate School 3/28/2014
741. The Mango Fruit 4/20/2013
742. The Marriage At Babel 6/6/2013
743. The Mayor Of El-Dorado 2/27/2013
744. The Messenger Of Love (A Postman) 5/4/2014
745. The Migrant Grey 7/2/2013
746. The Migrant Heart 11/5/2012
747. The Misunderstood Romantic 4/14/2014
748. The Music Of Silence 7/7/2013
749. The Myth Of Sublimation 2/24/2013
750. The Mythical Peacock 2/7/2013
751. The Nativity Story 12/23/2012
752. The Need Of Love 4/5/2014
753. The Nonsensical Enigma - Love 11/13/2012
754. The Old Man And The Sea 4/1/2014
755. The Paradox 3/21/2014
756. The Paradox Of A Condom 3/5/2013
757. The Paradox Of A Crow 6/25/2013
758. The Pastor 6/26/2012
759. The Perpetual Fort (Galle Fort) 4/16/2013
760. The Perpetual Tribe 5/27/2013
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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