Memories

December 8th, 2008

I have gone through five and twenty
And the paths I walk on
Are all oh so twisty
But one spot has left a bond

Now here I step again on
The ground where I met you
And memories are oh so fond
Like ghosts and shadows I see you

Empty hall but there you linger
Waiting to vanish once more
Sweet you but oh so bitter
I can never say to you: encore

I have gone through five and twenty
Your voice, your laughter, your calling me
You filled me who was once empty
Such a joy you are to me!

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Griya Kusuma Indah, Pacet - Mojokerto
Missing some guys there, and then trying to make the memory a rhymed poem. Not too good, I guess. Give me Inputs please,  on how to make poem with rhymes…

And for those in the poem, I miss each one of you.




4 Responses to “Memories”

  1.   merci on December 8, 2008 9:41 pm

    Don’t you just love memories?
    Bagus bagus fan puisinya, sering-sering ya bikinnya, ntar kita jadiin satu trus di bukuin hahaha

  2.   tutu on December 9, 2008 8:26 am

    Fang, gaya bahasamu di baris pertama, Belanda soro!!!
    Five and twenty, instead of twenty five… persis tata gramatikalnya orang Belanda ^_^

  3.   fannileets on December 9, 2008 6:40 pm

    merci, I have a hate-and-love relationship with memories :D Soal bikin buku puisi barengan… Err… Entar puisiku keliatan jelek ahahaha. Tunggu puisiku bagusan dikit kaya punyamu. Oiya mer, si tutu yang comment di bawahmu tuh kalo bikin puisi bagus loh! I love his poems.

    tutu, itu benernya niru puisinya aku lupa siapa, dia umur 21 bilangnya one and twenty gitu. Gaya Belanda kaya gitu ya… Hmm.. Aku baru tahu. (Ya jelas baru tahu, aku kan ga bisa bahasa Belanda sama sekali ahaha). Terus “oh so” itu niru puisinya Merci yang judulnya aku lupa.

  4.   tutu on December 10, 2008 4:20 am

    Ho oh, sing kadang2 rada mbingungi itu nek mereka ngasih kembalian. Misalnya kembaliane 25 Euro, ya dikasih 5 Euro ne dhisik, abis itu 20…. :p

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