Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

361. Gold 9/17/2015
362. Gorky Park 11/23/2012
363. Gossip 3/23/2014
364. Grain Of Sand 2/25/2013
365. Grapevine 4/18/2013
366. Growing Up 9/23/2015
367. G-String (Haiku) 4/4/2013
368. Guardian Angel 9/23/2015
369. Guffaw 9/17/2015
370. Gulag Of Doubt 6/24/2013
371. Haiku Poems On Light (Entries To The Edinburgh Science Festival) 7/31/2015
372. Haikus On Pregnancy (Imperfect Haikus) 3/29/2014
373. Haikus On The Moon (Imperfect Haikus) 3/29/2014
374. Hair 4/5/2014
375. Hangover 3/18/2014
376. Hard-Earned Rest 7/20/2013
377. Hark An Angel Speaks 6/27/2013
378. Heart 1/24/2014
379. High On Death 11/18/2013
380. Home 1/5/2013
381. Home (2) 4/12/2014
382. Honesty 3/20/2014
383. Honeymoon (5 Adult Imperfect Haikus) 3/29/2014
384. Hooters 3/28/2013
385. Hope Floats 5/5/2013
386. Horizontal Gravity 5/9/2014
387. Houdini Of Melancholy 11/1/2012
388. How I Met Your Mother 4/1/2014
389. Human Spirit 1/25/2014
390. Hungry Eyes 3/20/2013
391. Hurt Floats 7/2/2013
392. Hymen 6/30/2014
393. I 4/12/2014
394. I Am Sri Lankan (Humor Poem) 3/22/2015
395. I Do By Dilantha Gunawardana 4/13/2014
396. I Met Suicide Downtown 4/12/2014
397. Idle 2/23/2013
398. If These Walls Could Talk 4/12/2013
399. Immolation Of Endymion 3/2/2013
400. In Love With A Brunette 3/31/2014
Best Poem of Dilantha Gunawardana

Woman 3

Show me a woman
That can turn a man with her hips
In the artistry of burlesque and belly
Show me a woman
That can be filled with pancakes
And fill a size 16 dress
Show me a woman
Who can kiss you like spring
And color you like autumn
Show me a woman
That can hold you like a harbor
And scaffold your spirits with her hold
Show me a woman
That can collapse your knees
Even in the absence of a ring
Show me a woman
Who can wrench real tears
And soak a cotton handkerchief
Show me a woman
That can fill you and empty you
Like water to finite...

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Medusa's Army

Oh what splendor is found
In faith - to seal from crack
To heal from wound, to feel from numb
To free from slave, to be an unsung hero
No green-eyed goblin will ever vouch for
After all the tall poppy needs to be felled - at any cost
But not the green-eyed monster
Inside throngs of uncultured souls
And at the end of protracted time

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