Poems by Emmelia M, Indonesia

 ANOTHER MERIT OF THE DAY

When little things come to her senses,

how beautiful a day to be,

life is merely made for her joy,

pronouncing each of its pulse,

into her love.

As a woman who owns the vineyard,

owns a small cottage near the blue shore,

she lives only in her heart,

nobody knows her meaningful glory,

three-lines or five-lines poetry,

another merit of the day,

she loves to love without any verses of romance,

for only little things,

she adores to the utmost longing.

©® Emmelia M.

April 20, 2022

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#A Collaborative Poem

THE ECHOES OF OUR LOVE

Chirping birds in trees,

Chanting love songs of you and I.

Roaring waves and tides, 

The sea's giant hands,

Come to the shore, 

And fold those sands,

That we walked on last night.

See that full moon is smiling,

And watching us from starry sky,

Feeling shy when gazing at your face,

Brighter than hers.

Listening to the cool breeze,

Whistling through dry leaves, 

Tuning the songs of love and care,

That we feel and share longingly.

When Almighty Creator and His creatures,

Both support and escort,

These echoes of love,

Then let us tie this bond,

Till the last sigh of our life.

And on the Judgement's Day,

Almighty God will endorse this divine truth,

And make us immortal. 

©® Gul Bakhti - Pakistan

©® Emmelia M. - Indonesia

April 21, 2022

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OMNISCIENT OPUS

Kissing the satin nights,

embracing the fragrant breeze,

weaving the ember of longing,

knitting the pearly tears into your last linen.

My love, 

I heard you in my last reverie,

every minute of our despairs shall pass,

you chose your milestone,

I chose my omniscient perseverance,

our love is opulently awoken.

©® Emmelia M.

April 20, 2022

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OMNISCIENT OPUS

Kissing the satin nights,

embracing the fragrant breeze,

weaving the ember of longing,

knitting the pearly tears into your last linen.

My love, 

I heard you in my last reverie,

every minute of our despairs shall pass,

you chose your milestone,

I chose my omniscient perseverance,

our love is opulently awoken.

©® Emmelia M.

April 20, 2022

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SMOKEY IMPROMPTU

The smokes I stay behind,

lustrous eyes of midnight encore,

colouring imageries,

not a betterment or yet

a solely appendix,

carrying the sullen messages for the dear misty pearl of peace,

the unforgettable smokes,

greyish curtain,

our distant gaze into 

untamed love,

untamed wishes.

©® Emmelia M.

April 13, 2022