Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

801. The Urn 3/15/2013
802. The Virgin And The Lover 4/15/2014
803. The War At Home 7/7/2013
804. The White Cane Of Companionship 6/20/2013
805. The White Flag 4/22/2013
806. The Wide Eyed Boy And The Cowardly Man 3/19/2014
807. The Wine Glass 4/23/2013
808. The Zoo Of Man 6/27/2013
809. Thy Crystal Ball 3/5/2013
810. Timbuktu 1/25/2013
811. To My Friends 8/25/2015
812. Tombstone 2/22/2014
813. Too Many 4/13/2014
814. Tradition 3/13/2014
815. Transcendence 8/9/2015
816. Transcendent Beauty 6/24/2013
817. Transcending Barcodes 4/18/2013
818. Transcending Blindness 11/6/2012
819. Transcending Collars 10/13/2015
820. Treasure 4/11/2014
821. Trenches Of Melancholy 8/12/2012
822. True Love 3/7/2013
823. True Love (Green) 3/15/2013
824. Truth 3/13/2014
825. Truth - The Ultimate Metamorphosis 4/28/2014
826. Truth (2) 3/28/2015
827. Truth (In Short) 8/23/2015
828. Turbulence (Ode To Manic Depression) 4/25/2014
829. Two ‘nuclei' Become One 1/14/2013
830. Two Virgins And A Clandestiine Twilight 2/3/2014
831. Umbilical Cord 6/8/2012
832. Unconditional 2/14/2013
833. Under A Paper Moon 5/24/2014
834. Undressing An Arranged Marriage 5/15/2014
835. Unfaithful 3/19/2014
836. Unforgiven Lips 4/14/2014
837. Unguarded 1/17/2013
838. Unpretty 4/20/2014
839. Unsealed With A Kiss 6/22/2013
840. Unshattered Only For You - A Love Story Of Rice 1/14/2013
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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Message In A Bottle

Jogging on the outer banks
Where the many tidal currents flank
Golden sandy beaches in their nakedness
Soaking in their serene softness


On the beach I found a message in a bottle
Addressed to Katherine from Gareth's life's throttle
True love which is pristine pure

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