Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

761. The Mango Fruit 4/20/2013
762. The Marriage At Babel 6/6/2013
763. The Mayor Of El-Dorado 2/27/2013
764. The Messenger Of Love (A Postman) 5/4/2014
765. The Migrant Grey 7/2/2013
766. The Migrant Heart 11/5/2012
767. The Misunderstood Romantic 4/14/2014
768. The Music Of Silence 7/7/2013
769. The Myth Of Sublimation 2/24/2013
770. The Mythical Peacock 2/7/2013
771. The Nativity Story 12/23/2012
772. The Need Of Love 4/5/2014
773. The Nonsensical Enigma - Love 11/13/2012
774. The Old Man And The Sea 4/1/2014
775. The Paradox 3/21/2014
776. The Paradox Of A Condom 3/5/2013
777. The Paradox Of A Crow 6/25/2013
778. The Pastor 6/26/2012
779. The Perpetual Fort (Galle Fort) 4/16/2013
780. The Perpetual Tribe 5/27/2013
781. The Pillow Cork 7/6/2013
782. The Plight Of Man 1/30/2014
783. The Potency Of Laughter 3/25/2013
784. The Power Of Bare 5/14/2013
785. The Power Of One 4/14/2015
786. The Promise Of Darkness 11/6/2013
787. The Promise Of Love 2/14/2013
788. The Proposal 1/10/2013
789. The Pub (7 Imperfect Haiku Poems) 3/31/2014
790. The Rape Of The Bull 6/17/2013
791. The Rope 2/22/2013
792. The Rugged Boat On Your River (Adult Poem) 4/16/2014
793. The Rugged Church 4/10/2014
794. The Samaritan Ship 6/25/2013
795. The Scarecrow 3/27/2013
796. The Sea 2/4/2014
797. The Septum 3/28/2014
798. The Sketch Of Life 4/14/2014
799. The Sky's Lover 4/15/2014
800. The Slums 4/15/2014
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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