Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

801. The Virgin And The Lover 4/15/2014
802. The War At Home 7/7/2013
803. The White Cane Of Companionship 6/20/2013
804. The White Flag 4/22/2013
805. The Wide Eyed Boy And The Cowardly Man 3/19/2014
806. The Wine Glass 4/23/2013
807. The Zoo Of Man 6/27/2013
808. Thy Crystal Ball 3/5/2013
809. Timbuktu 1/25/2013
810. To My Friends 8/25/2015
811. Tombstone 2/22/2014
812. Too Many 4/13/2014
813. Tradition 3/13/2014
814. Transcendence 8/9/2015
815. Transcendent Beauty 6/24/2013
816. Transcending Barcodes 4/18/2013
817. Transcending Blindness 11/6/2012
818. Transcending Collars 10/13/2015
819. Treasure 4/11/2014
820. Trenches Of Melancholy 8/12/2012
821. True Love 3/7/2013
822. True Love (Green) 3/15/2013
823. Truth 3/13/2014
824. Truth - The Ultimate Metamorphosis 4/28/2014
825. Truth (2) 3/28/2015
826. Truth (In Short) 8/23/2015
827. Turbulence (Ode To Manic Depression) 4/25/2014
828. Two ‘nuclei' Become One 1/14/2013
829. Two Virgins And A Clandestiine Twilight 2/3/2014
830. Umbilical Cord 6/8/2012
831. Unconditional 2/14/2013
832. Under A Paper Moon 5/24/2014
833. Undressing An Arranged Marriage 5/15/2014
834. Unfaithful 3/19/2014
835. Unforgiven Lips 4/14/2014
836. Unguarded 1/17/2013
837. Unpretty 4/20/2014
838. Unsealed With A Kiss 6/22/2013
839. Unshattered Only For You - A Love Story Of Rice 1/14/2013
840. Unspoken Words 8/11/2012
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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Flame

Like a flame that seeks redemption,
From Aeolus's thrusts,
Via a pair of palms that unite,
To form a monumental wall;
I seek my own pair of palms;
To unite for a simple prayer;
For a miraculous intervention;
Two eyes that stare at mine's;
With a symbiotic dependency.

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