Dilantha Gunawardana

Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

161. A Woman's Cradle 4/1/2014
162. Abortion 3/1/2014
163. Absence 4/17/2014
164. Adonis 12/1/2012
165. African Child -new- 6/15/2016
166. African Elephant 11/10/2012
167. Afterglow 11/17/2014
168. Aging In Imperfection 9/8/2015
169. Alchemy Of A Foolish Heart 11/12/2012
170. Alkaloid Lips 7/1/2013
171. Ambrosia 4/4/2013
172. America 11/4/2015
173. American Pie (Haiku) 3/6/2016
174. Amphitheaters Of Dreams 10/25/2013
175. An Acacia Tree 4/15/2014
176. An Accidental Poet 4/17/2013
177. An Admission Of Affection 4/15/2013
178. An Affair With The Moon 3/28/2014
179. An African Adventure 3/31/2013
180. An Anticlimactic First Kiss 6/1/2014
181. An Apology 7/5/2012
182. An Archaic Love Story 1/8/2013
183. An Arranged Marriage In Childhood (Edited) 4/13/2014
184. An Autumn Affair 4/1/2014
185. An Earnest Plea To A Poetess 4/15/2014
186. An Ebola Doctor At Death Bed 10/26/2014
187. An Einsteinian Clown 11/11/2015
188. An Empty Bed 5/9/2014
189. An Empyrean Love (A Condom's Story) 3/18/2013
190. An Epistle On Tissue 1/31/2013
191. An Extant Virgin 4/28/2014
192. An Honest Dialogue With Casanova 4/6/2014
193. An Indian Student In A Lonely Part Of Texas 10/5/2015
194. An Old Shoe Box 4/13/2014
195. An Old-Fashioned Man 3/25/2013
196. An Unreciprocated Love 4/10/2014
197. An Unused Condom 4/12/2014
198. Angelic Blue 8/18/2012
199. Apology To Mother Earth 4/23/2014
200. Art Of Surrrender 8/29/2013
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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