Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

121. A Psalm To Doubt 4/15/2014
122. A Psalm To Love 3/10/2014
123. A Pslam To True Beauty 3/16/2014
124. A Psychedelic God - A Thank You Note 11/4/2012
125. A Question On Beauty 4/12/2014
126. A Question On Love 4/13/2014
127. A Reluctant Lover 4/6/2014
128. A Remote Control 4/12/2014
129. A Requiem For A Leaf 2/3/2013
130. A Ring 3/3/2014
131. A Rubber Plantation 4/9/2013
132. A Sapphire 1/28/2013
133. A Second Bite Of The Cherry 4/18/2013
134. A Short Lullaby 4/28/2014
135. A Sniper Has Two Faces 1/25/2014
136. A Southern Love Story 4/15/2014
137. A Spontaneous Kiss 11/18/2014
138. A Sri Lankan Woman 11/24/2015
139. A Stilt Fisherman 2/5/2013
140. A Story In The Tsunami (26th Dec 2004) 7/11/2014
141. A Stranger Down The Street 9/17/2014
142. A Summer Mistral 2/15/2013
143. A Swing 9/12/2015
144. A Tampon To Your Heart 4/18/2014
145. A Tea Plucker In Sri Lanka 8/22/2014
146. A Tear's Path 1/12/2013
147. A Teatime Kiss 3/21/2013
148. A Ticking Clock 4/14/2014
149. A Treatise On Beauty 10/12/2015
150. A Tripartite Perfection 4/14/2013
151. A Truth 10/8/2015
152. A Valentine's Rose 4/1/2013
153. A Verbose Begger 5/2/2013
154. A Virgin (Male) 4/11/2014
155. A Virgin Kiss 5/14/2014
156. A Virgin's Tears 4/4/2014
157. A Walk In Andulusia 5/11/2014
158. A Winter's Tale (Manhattan) 3/12/2013
159. A Wolf's Throne 3/17/2013
160. A Woman's Cradle 4/1/2014
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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Kismet's Key

I am all dolled up for a date in cyberspace
As the heart yearns for an adventurous escape
In to the arms of a prince in waiting
For a call from heaven one of mating

Sores on my knees from an eternity on pews
Dust on my lips from an infinity in queues
As the heart tugs every man passing by
The psyche shatters in solitude's sigh

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