Fuad Kurniawan Poems (0806393990)

Fuad

Feeling like a living stick

Underestimated sometimes

Against all odds I try to go on

Destiny will take me there

A-Z of Life

Another minute just passed by

Before these eyes open

Clocks tick, calendars roll

Doesn’t time suffocate you?

Entrances, experiences, exits

Flying in and out

Going round and round

Hasn’t time fooled you?

If you look back

Just to trace your path

Kindly forget the fireworks

Let it all be

May time be defeated?

Now it’s too swift

One day’s a blink

Portraits get too old

Quit this, rest your world

Shouldn't time be killed?

Timelessness

Utterly hopeless dream

Virtues and fairness

Why would they wither?

Xenium for human

Years for this one-time play

Zipping up a space, stitched perfectly

Dear Mother

She is like an angel, but she has no wings
She is like a morning sun, warm and shines
She is like a hero, without artificial superpower
She is like a teacher, guiding to  bright future
She is not my friends
She is not my girlfriend
She is not my mother, I mean not only
She is my everything

Broken Car

What can I do with

                 My broken car

           I cannot find someone to fix it

   How long I have to wait before it fixed

   Can the car even be fixed or is it hopeless

   I can't take a bus to campus because its too late

            Standing                              No Money

            Thinking                                Nothing

Seventastic Colors

Blue is the waves of the sea

It is the sky that I want to see

It is the blush of a giant whale

It is the ocean we sail

 

Yellow is the colour of youth

It is a coat on smoker’s tooth

It is the light of the sun

It is the courier of the fun

 

Green is the leaves of the tree

It is calm and free

It is the shade of money

It is the tummy of Barney

White is a polar bear

It is a sock that I wear

It is an empty page

It is an ice age

 

Red is the feeling of anger

It is the meat in a burger

It is the sign of mayday

It is the dates of holiday

 

Orange is a passionate energy 

It is a feeling of being edgy

It is the life vest on a plane

It is the joyful part in your brain

Black is the Batman suit

It is the skin of mangosteen fruit

It is the night without the moon

It is the eyes of a racoon

With orange

Sweet, sweet oranges

With its watery flesh

Oh it’s the taste of summer

 

Lovely, lovely sunset

Orange and pink

Oh it’s time for romance

 

Creepy, creepy Halloween

Black and orange

Oh jack o’ lantern night

 

Fierce, fierce tigers

Tattooed orange fur

Oh how threatening they are

True White

 

White is not patterned

Not splattered with any stains

It’s just plain and pure

Perhaps seen-through

And motiveless

 

White is vulnerable

For tiny dirt may do much harm

It’s a prayer

It’s a great wish

For mercy and paradise

White is for the angels

Their wings, clothes, and lights

But some are mistaken

For they might use a white cloak

To conceal bruises of blackened red

Boxes of sounds

Today, I met someone who brought 3 boxes

I asked him, "what is it?"

When the box opened, it sounded like this

“Choo choo, chuga chuga chuga chuga choo choo”

What was that? Oh! That’s a train

He opened the other box,

“Cook a doddle doo”

I didn't know what was that

He said it was a sound of chicken

Then he opened the last box

I waited for a while

No voice at all

He said “live will never be the same”

Then, he left

Saturday Morning

Morning, fresh like drinking water on a sunny day

Sweet, a cup of tea served with a bunch of happiness

The experiences that we feel come out from our mind

Birds chirping, wind breezing, remind me about the beauty of life

Shimmer of the sun leads me to a day of fun

Calm, happy, exited, that’s how I feel when I wake up

Green leaves, blue sky gives me a hope for a wonderful day

Yes, this is my morning, beautiful morning