Elite's Poetry

You Never Realized By Mercy Gager You never realized, the way I look at you in silence, the way I admire every word you say, the way I hide this feeling. You never realized, how much I hope, how much I waited, and how much I love you ( Mercy T Gagermatahai / J1A016041 )

My Novels You know, it's not just a reading Even it feels like I go flying to wherever every word is guiding I could see traffic, cars, and building All of scenes are tremendously amazing . Sometimes the story goes sad and sometimes it makes me mad But I still can't stop reading until my eyes turn red Yeah, can't stop until comes its zed . In one story, I could be David Copperfield Following how he acts and feels In another, I could see how a criminal kills And how a suicider falls from hill And how an attackee uses his shield and many more situations my novels yield (Purwokerto, 15 Maret 2018) AJI MUHAMMAD KAHFI, J1A016043

Which wind should be followed? You’re just waiting there said nothing Smiiling at once Lend a hand and go away Everything is black Sounds are silent Slashing heart Deep inside What a poor white rose Becoming red and worn-out What a poor white rose Alone and thrown away

You're the answer While I'm just an option You just want to be accompanied Whereas I want to complete And you Always be a prayer that I pray Although I Just always be a stanza you forgot

I walk pass by, i see nobody Sky is blue, like deep blue sea Silence, brings me to serenity Cold, shivers my body So thick, it blurs my gaze As i walk pass by, like i've told you before It is you, morning haze What i've been dying for Arifadia Rhamdan (J1A016068)

Temet Nosce by: Shaffi A. Karimah Like a wolf which always protects a home, and resembles to Jane Eyre by Mrs. Bronte who became strong after the night. Like a crab which is in a friendship with sparks, and resembles to Miss Havisham by Mr. Dickens who destroyed the beauty of sunrise easily. Like a bridge which becomes unifying a head to another heads, and resembles to Gatsby by Mr. Fitzgerald who became stronger at dawn. Like a head of pig which just looks ahead without caring what is said by others, and resembles to Minny Jackson by Mrs. Stockett who pointed the palms of his hands on someone's face. Temet Nosce… Ask the mirror who you are. Temet Nosce… Ask the mirror what you look like.

Like a double-edged sword, Trusting you means i'm speculating Be strong? Or be hurt? I surrender By, Dita Yuliani J1A016047

Loving with “taste” may already be commonplace But, how to love with sincerity? Loving sincerely, Until the end, The only survival is patience Yes, patience Love is not how we give, But how do we accept all the mistakes Passing it with a smile, Because tears are not an important role, Once again, Yes, because of patience

Blue roses in a count; One, dancing in the dream it will happen Two, waiting for a show at night Three, write an eternal story like; Sapardi One, two, three happy is a must, There will be mortal But, Flowers grow not too early though continue to be watered When the distance come over On the fourth count, do not be sad Because, I am your lover You are my beloved Like the sun’s ouster Like the waves in the ocean Like the God to the Prophet If there is no language in this world You are the first language that I create in the count of the eternal verses of poetry; By Salsabila Novma Alhakim (J1A016065) ❤️

You keep forcing the blue to enter my black and white world Thus I keep finding a way to welcome the unfamiliar hue Little do I know that I could just combine the black and white in order to see grey Rather than risking myself for the blue - Dea Pamela I (J1A016059)

a water drops of mood sometimes it feels like a song but sometimes i feels like a bullet it can be a calm wind or it just one of a thunderstorm the one who makes me sleep in peace or the one who shatter my heart

The darkness comes. No one will come to this land. No one here to save us. And when the darkness dominating us. We are reborn.As the dark souls.

What if created by:chocolynn (Angelina S. Nathasya - J1A016039) What if an apple looks like a strawberry? Every people will like an apple as much as they like a strawberry. What if you are like him?  I'll like you as much as I like him.  It's just words.  Nothing much.  Accept it or ignore it.  Take a hope then hopeless.  Blessed then got the pain.  We'll get some consequences in every step that we take.  Hurt or nah, easier or harder, longer or shorter.  We don't know what will happen in the end.  It will be happy ending or sad ending.  No one knows.  Only a little canary that always flew around on its place. 

Pen meets paper, Paper where i can write, Write my feelings to you, You, yes you. Paper meets shredder, Shredder where my papers wer e shredded, Shredded into pieces, Pieces, my heart.

Since the day you were gone. I felt like i lost my sunshine. The sky was turning dark. Raindrops were falling down. Days by days i live without your warmth. Black clouds awaiting to rumbling their lights. The storm stirred up the sky. Everything was chaotic. Slowly the storm has gone away. It turning into a beautiful bright sky. Colorful rainbow gradually straight along. Finally, i can feel the sunshine irradiate my skin. ( Fairuz Salsabila - J1A016061 )

Me My self And I Grab my hands whenever I fall Warn me whenever I wrong Teach me whenever I can't Cheer me up whenever I sad You You And You Tell me whenever you feel down Hug me whenever you need support Come to me whenever you need a shoulder Laugh with me whenever I tell you a joke Cause' you and I were here for a reason By: Lowlytha Magda Boki (J1A016046)

sitting next to you beside the sound of rain was a big forgivable mistake if you ask me, why? because since that day I feel something different than before feeling want to stay beside you for a really long time then, if someone ask me 'how was your feeling that day? the title answer it correctly

You are a rainbow. You are the twilight. Rainbow is beautiful. Twilight is also beautiful. You are both. You are a rainbow in the twilight. Devis arif wibowo J1A016056

A Deep Poem (Mohammad Destra Banyuaji, J1A016050) I dig... You dig... They dig... She dig... He dig... Now it's not a very beautiful poem, but it's quite deep.