Elite's Poetry

I want to be something, I want to be anything, Anything except myself T hat can't do anything, Someday, i will be my self again. -Rizki Setyo Nugroho, J1A016045

Lost By: Angelina S. Nathasya (J1A016039) (chocolynn) Laugh, fall, cry then die.  No more chance to try. Laughing alot like no others day.  Then the dusky clouds cover the sky.  Sunless, lightless, and hopeless.  "Is there any chance to go back?" "Back my way, come back for my way." The sun won't shine, the dusky clouds won't go back.  No more chance, No more light, and No more dream.  I have lost. I have lost my way.  The serendipity walk out back to The Elysian.  The stars hide from The Moon.  No more chance, No more day, and No more dream.  "Is there any wings for the bluish butterfly to go back to the Elysian?" cried the maiden.  Nothing. Everything has gone away.  No more the bluish butterflies flew around in the sky.  The butterflies has gone so far away, so far till they have lost the way.  No. Not them, but me.  I have walked away, walked so far away. till I have lo...

He is the most supreme Will never be forgotten He is the most respected Will never be abandoned He is the most feared Will never be conquered He is the greatest Will never be submissive He is the master of the land, the peak

Rain is the God's masterpiece Infinity with time Comes without prediction Who always suddenly meet the earth Hujan in the enthusiast of earth Down always suddenly without being asked The soil of the earth is freshly wet fragrant ground wafting Rain is loved People are dancing under the rain Light covered by rain But rain always refreshing

When the rain has down to earth The cry of a child is still heard The heavy rain cannot dims it Her cries continue to be heard until dawn When the sky is dark cloudy Sadness hides behind a smile Mask to pretend The scream behind it still sounded When the rain does not stop Hope drowned in the ground Water absorbs in depth Like a dream that never reaches the top By Salsabila Novma Alhakim (J1A016065) 🌈

Missing all hope We have ever made Lost all the beautiful dreams That we ever dreamed about us And make this heart shattered See all that has happened All happiness is gone And this heart is broken Weeping over everything that happened Seeing you have gone The sky became dark in shadows And covering my heart Why it was happened Farewell among us

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) ❤️

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.

You look old and tired But you remain strong Despite bloody feet You never go wrong The path of the rocks you crossed You keep going with certainty You are like a red rose Which blooms beautifully I love you And nothing can replace you

I never thought I never know When it was happened Or when it will happen I texted you. "Get well soon", i said. It's sent to you, But never received. -Rizki Setyo Nugroho, J1A016045