heartbreak poems
heartbreak happens not because of something small. taste that grows larger in the liver is what could make someone a broken heart. One is to reduce pain is to put it in poetry, accompanied by prayers and we endeavor to treat a graze wound in the heart of this.

heartbreak poems
wind touched the hearts
when you heart suggests
could you play hearts
leave me with tears moon

who has a broken heart
crack did not want to glow as if
gaping sorrows now live
grief become faithful lover

I need not sink
body-wrenching smile
I could no longer ignore

I now step
with prayers in the grip
may Allah give better than you


This despondent
twilight cover mega
spotty drizzle coloring days
who has a broken heart
tears rain wetted

you left no farewell
drops of blood that you left
a wound in my heart

Oh God .....
place he was in heaven thy
arrange a meeting is our
with Thy love and Rida
Amien.


forget this heart
when dry leaves falling
dry wind caressing herself
My stunned silence
when you choose to leave my

but not why
I did not stem the tears
departure
grace to me

I hope you find happiness there
with him through the world
I now happily quiet

nothing is better than you
other than someone who would understand me
My now late in the last search
I believe God is with me
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Labels: poetry
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
POETRY OF NATURAL BEAUTY
alamPuisi beauty poetry about the beauty of nature is a work of imagination arising from the stunning natural beauty.

Sky, cloud, sun, stars, mountains, forests, seas and all natural filler is a source of inspiration embodied in the poem about the beauty of nature. Therefore, many of the great poet of nature as a source inspinspirasi made.

Discover the natural beauty of poetry in this simple blog. Hopefully useful. Please click here or the natural beauty of poetry.
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Mirage
Desir sands of time erode
Yellow stretch of dead
There is no life that glow
On the horizon arid Saharan

The weight of this step
Go through all the flagellation
When the sun is not friendly
Burn any sweat that tertetes

Own ....
Stepping traces of dreams
Quiet ....
Accompanying each of these steps

When did you arrive
Coolness is awaited
Emanated from the dark shadow
Oasis of the traveler's dream

My legs try this tegarkan
Through the ordeal of whack
With the help of you, my God
Let me grab all a dream.

by: Jirdi
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Labels: poetry
LAST LEAF
At the end of this spring
Clop shoes stepped
End time this holiday
Laughter in the fall

Rows of mega
Come start the atmosphere
A new leaf
When do seasons change

When the tree stops
Yellowing leaves
Fall cover footwear
When the sun is about to take leave

A cold wind began to rumble
Coming from all directions
Bringing news winter
Blowing freezing air

The sun has long gone
A cold wind tighter and tighter hug
When a snow fall
Cover the last leaves have fallen.

by: Jirdi
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Labels: poetry
Thy forgiveness
Dark skies
Dark night cover
Blinking stars
Decorate the night.

From a surau
Together with lantern light
Danced a pen
Voice Stream hearts

Rumbling thunder
Momentarily break silence
Now the stars enveloped in clouds
Wet rain arrived.

The whole mosque was stumbling
Seeing the tears from the sky water
Teriakl thunder lightning strike
Silaukan flash light heart.

In this quiet night
Peaceful and beautiful
Carving history
In a simple pen

I hope tomorrow
My life is not as dark tonight
In the grip of you, my Rabb
My scream beg thy forgiveness.

by: Jirdi
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Labels: poetry
Duha
Expanse of white cloud
Covering the morning sky
A cold wind gripping
Cloudy in the morning

Quiet street not rumble
Quiet morning
Dew is still greet
Decorate this morning

Where you are the sun
Anticipated earth your light
Sadness afflicts sky
Drops of water was eventually dropped

Ya Allah ....
Berberkahilah this morning
With Your mercy
You live us all. Amien.

by: Jirdi
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Labels: poetry
Sunday, December 27, 2009
MOTHER short story
ibuAngin short stories blowing, stroking flags fluttering around the location of the short story contest. Carefree laughter of the children with their mother in a happy mood. That day, Tuesday morning is a short story competition on the theme of mother and child "stories mother."

"Come Anisa, the race will start soon" said one mother.

"Ya Ummi" said a kid named Anisa.

They both are one competitor who came a bit late. Understand that day is a national holiday so make the streets became jammed.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Shouted a woman on the stage which will open the event competition.

"Wa'alaikum greetings" said competitor in unison.

"How are you today?" Ask your mother.

"Praise be to Allaah, powerful, Allahuakbar" shouted the children are enthusiastic to join the race.

After the mother had explained at length about the short story contest, the race finally began. Incidentally Anisa and her mother got a seat near a swimming fish.

"Umm ...., Anisa confused ...." Anisa hate.

"Why dear?" Asked concerned.

"Anisa confused want to write what?" Said Anisa.

"See see wrote to the pool, perhaps Anisa remember something to write about" recommendations concerned.

Without thinking Anisa was turned into the pond, there he sees a gold fish, fountains, rocks and some frogs.

"Aha ...., Anis had an idea" he said.

"Come Anisa, Ummi believe you can do" support concerned.

Nothing feels waktupun rolling, all the participants to write short stories with solemn. Although there was little noise as there are participants who crying hysterically.

"Yes, it's time to stay five minutes longer" said one mother on the stage.

"It's Umm ..." said Anisa with gusto.

After all the short stories examined by the committee, finally the long-awaited time came around, the announcement of who won the short story contest mother.


"And now the first championship won by ... .." said the mother who stood on the stage. "Anisa from SDIT Al-Ukhuwah".

Sorak sounded thunderous applause at the participants.

"Please to the deck Anisa to read the short story" said the mother.

After Ansia above the stage, with a mic in his right hand, he also started reading the short story.

"Fried fish for a sick Ummi '" he read the short story title.

The participants also pay attention to the plot. Some among them are the meneneskan tears because they feel overwhelmed.
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