Elite's Poetry

Twilight o twilight This lonely soul fly away into heaven Warm embrace of the angel Piercing the misery of the heart Come!! thou salt no die A cold breeze thrill hollow soul Dissolve by amenities I saw a glimpse of hope  in twilight Twilight o twilight Bring me to the sky Tortured me, with thou divine Till i die with my laughter Love is fair, o my beloved True love is eternal Kill me, and be loved --Azizal Hanafi-- F1F014005

I sit on the fertile land They sustains me ahead I sing a little Together with the chatter of birds On my right I glance the sea Other side gives me more I catch the soil heaps So quiet Just nature and I Talking each other With bloody tulips console The wind brings every word They wishper into my ears Then I just hear Revenge... Revenge... Revenge... By Gading Ilhami Tentrem Penggalih (J1A016036)

the night is coming draped over you;  heavy, lonely it offers you a handshake and you want to run away don't refuse I know it won't engulf you, yet so open your arms wide and let it shows the nice life under it with the stars and moon watching you from above and them being the witness when you open yourself and to finally howl - Masyita Rizkia (J1A016035)

a bucket of flower a box of chocolate a proposing ring the journey start the story of love you with the person you love as the time goes by the love beetween them as beautiful as the early bloom flower

This time the night is crawling without stars Just humming in silence The wind whispered softly over the heart Which was torn apart Trapped me in an imaginary room Hallucinating to a figure whom I do not know Tired of me wandering But in reality he is just a shadow The shadow that always comes to me Along with the longing that continues to pity In fact, sometimes he became happy But also sorrow Have you been so pseudo? Resign me to a hope Of happiness, endless Despite the many times I've been expecting

Name : ReyWastuaji Name of Pen :  Ink Blood Valuable NIM : J1A016058  >>>    The Prolog of Tragedic  <<<     Ways in the city  fulfilled by blood  Tragedics story is dancing between     tear and painfuls all of the people O.. It's shit story that ever been I reads The song of sadness melody, begin to played Then, their have laughter, and celebrate          into the loses... All of the memories  scattered around every where, inside on the chaos. While, on the top right of way, there are a boy who have misnguided, when looking for the way to come back into the light of sun                  ~  Ink Blood Valuable,17th March 2018

We were papers Plain white papers A chaste who knew nothing A white that was ready to receive the ink The earth spins, The time flies, and the clock ticks We are no longer clean; but also not dingy The master made us look different Apparently the ink has scratched Your ink has polished us, Sir Changing the plain to be better Do not just use your black ink, Sir Fill us with your another beautiful colors Wahyu Meyndri N. (J1A016048)