A compilation of poems by Putri Mandara (0906528360)

Acrostic poem

PUTRI

Passing by the strangest land of all

Ultimate goals are indefinite

Ticking clock awaits no more

Romping through the gales of life

Infinite challenges await indeed

Simile poem

Mother

9-month of endless pain was in you,

Going through a life like helluva on earth,

Yet grief never stroked your face,

And curse was never spat out from your mouth.

Bearing me was like battling in the deathly hallow,

Yet grievance never came across your mind,

And distress was never your burden.

Gratitude is in me,

Forever and ever in my life,

Thank you, mom.

Metaphor poem

Friendship

Friends are flowers

that bloom in the spring,

and flourish in the summer;

that wither in the fall, 

and vanish in the winter.

Yet real friends are beautiful flowers, 

despite the wind and the thunder, 

continue to grow over time.

Friendship never dies.

Family

Family is a knotted rope,

that is intricately tangled,

yet is the strongest.

Family is a convoluted maze,

that is confusingly tricky,

yet bonds the tightest.

No matter what,

family is a home sweet home

that provides warmth,

and steals away anxiety.

It is family.

Visual Poem

L-O-V-E

  Love  is                      l–o–v–e

that consists of four    simple alphabets;

yet,  it  is  often  the  most  convoluted of  all.

Love is l – o – v – e that bonds two people together;

yet, that bond often leads to complete separation.

Love is l – o – v – e that is dreamt by everyone;

yet, such dream is often unattainable.

But still, love is simply a love.

A l – o – v – e word.

  I love you

Headline poem

Colour poem

Autumn

The lone silver breeze gently 

rushed through the greenish yellow leaves.

The rustled crimson maple leaves smoothly 

landed on the bluish purple bell flowers.

The yellowish white chrysanthemums beautifully

adorned the greyish brick pathway

in the lone yet adorable autumn.

The Diary

Turning the yellowish pages of the dog-eared diary.

Recalling the colorful memories of life.

From the hardships in the darkest dungeon to the shining silver moonlight.

From the red bloody wounded soul to the pure and white innocent feathers.

All compiled in the one and only memoir of my life. 

Sound poem

The Clock

Tick tock the ticking clock shows that it is 12 o'clock.

Tick tock the ticking clock accompanies the tranquil and silent moonlit night.

Tick tock the ticking clock resembles my palpitating heart,

every time I think of you each passing night. 

Imagery poem

The Little Self of Me

Romping joyously in the spacious meadow
was the little self of me;
the innocent little me who is in love with
the delicate fragrance of freshly bloomed flowers
sprinkled by the water of the firmament.

Stepping boisterously on the tiny puddles

was the little self of me;

the pure little me who adores

the colorful arch of Paradise

adorned with whirling petals dancing in the blue sky.

Feeling gracefully for the gentle breeze

was the little self of me;

the curious little me who seeks

guidance from the mighty willow trees

blanketed by the shroud of mystery.

It was the little self of me.

The little self I am longing for.