Dilantha Gunawardana


Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

681. Pain And Pleasure 10/1/2015
682. Second Chances (2) 10/1/2015
683. Goddess 10/2/2015
684. Pappadam 10/3/2015
685. An Indian Student In A Lonely Part Of Texas 10/5/2015
686. Virginity (3) 10/5/2015
687. Breast Cancer 10/6/2015
688. Offering 10/8/2015
689. Blind 10/8/2015
690. A Truth 10/8/2015
691. What It Is To Be Sri Lankan..... 10/8/2015
692. October 10/10/2015
693. Possession 10/10/2015
694. Last Supper 10/10/2015
695. Vasectomy 10/10/2015
696. Lovers On Grass 10/11/2015
697. A Fat's Man's Song 10/12/2015
698. Mollusk 10/12/2015
699. A Treatise On Beauty 10/12/2015
700. Transcending Collars 10/13/2015
701. Mchappiness 10/14/2015
702. Melody 10/14/2015
703. Stigma 10/14/2015
704. Love (Yet Again) 10/15/2015
705. Why I Shave........(Ode To Making Out) 10/15/2015
706. Why I Kiss My Wife... 10/16/2015
707. A Bag 10/16/2015
708. Rape 10/16/2015
709. My Wife's Yawn 10/18/2015
710. A Note About Marriage 10/18/2015
711. The Story Of Us 10/18/2015
712. The Story Of Us Two 10/18/2015
713. My Wife's Eyes 10/18/2015
714. Domestic Violence 10/19/2015
715. Life As We Know It 10/19/2015
716. Journey 10/27/2015
717. A Mortal Truth 10/27/2015
718. Woman 4 (Girl You Will Be A Woman Soon) 10/27/2015
719. A Dog's Thought 8/9/2015
720. A Note To Big Brother And All The Bullies 8/14/2015
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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Poppy's Hold

The suns raps like burning lava on the skin
As the peau embraces life in its scorching thin
Where the bactrian camels roam in absolute glee
Where fields of poppy smile in their domes of free

Not a mercenary but a proud soldier within
As the terrain desecrates the life from within
As a bomb explodes taking away the carrier's life
Hoards of innocence at mercy in the unfolding strife

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