Dilantha Gunawardana

Dilantha Gunawardana Poems

881. Where Dreams Go 9/19/2015
882. Where Truth Dwells 4/11/2014
883. Whispers From The Seabed 3/7/2013
884. White 4/13/2014
885. Who Owns The Flower On Grass? 4/12/2014
886. Why I Kiss My Wife... 10/16/2015
887. Why I Shave........(Ode To Making Out) 10/15/2015
888. Widower 8/20/2015
889. Wife 2/23/2016
890. Wife - A Tale Of Identity 9/17/2014
891. Wind Beneath My Sails 6/24/2013
892. Wind The Nymph 4/17/2014
893. Winston Smith 3/16/2014
894. Woman 3/7/2015
895. Woman (For International Women's Day) 3/8/2014
896. Woman 2 3/7/2015
897. Woman 3 3/8/2015
898. Woman 4 (Girl You Will Be A Woman Soon) 10/27/2015
899. Words Of Wisdom For The Rare Homo Sapiens 4/14/2015
900. Yellow 11/23/2012
901. Yester Heaven 7/16/2013
902. Your Blue Sea 9/26/2015
903. Your Spring My Love 4/22/2014
904. Yuletide 4/14/2014

Comments about Dilantha Gunawardana

  • Amrita Pattanaik Amrita Pattanaik (2/24/2014 12:43:00 PM)

    What he writes is awe inspiring... It's rare to see thoughts put into words this way rather his way. After Percy Shelley, I look up to him for inspiration.
    Dear Poet,
    Keep writing since there are people who write because you write.

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  • Yussuf Muktar (5/26/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    I admire your poetic writings and critical thinking. I invite you to share and evaluate my poems. Thanks

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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