Biography of fera nugroho
a proud mother, lecturer and the creator of 'made in poem'
fera nugroho Poems
Would You Dare To Get Burn?
Into the dark gloomy wood I see The shadow coming out from the tree Filling the air in cold thick mist Casting a damp over the morning bliss
My Coffee, My Story
sitting at the corner of my dream i tasted my coffee dripping from the brim of the wavy sea i tried to meditate in a single drop
I Want It Like That
stop translating my horizon and never interpreting my senses for the smell of cloudy evenings means a bowl of Ceylon tea with no honey to me
Under The Sofa
on the sofa he lays a weary soul yearns for a prayer he's been away for a long tiring journey till he loses all his hair so grey
a golden handshake a golden opportunity hotly brewed in my old fine chinese
Songs Of Wind
and the songs of the wind shall be wailing in your way drifting the clouds away across those heavy days...
A Jar Of Words
a jar of words a yard of hope mingle in one nasty tensity
inspire me of fire a sincere desire and turn me into a pamphleteer working on her paper
we ___ sat side by side on the same bench outside we___ ate rice and apple from the same table
Old Time Of Mine
should i adhere to the old times when no sincere statements arranged in rhymes the times when words lined up as hearses to the obsequies?
Answer Me Not
should I humbly praise or merely mesmerize the heavy life you named as sacrifice?
inaudible whisper, rocking her heart so brittle… visiting her for this summer
Life Is Fine
Life is fine, fine as wine Hughes recites in rhyme Life is fine! But I fail to write a single line
No Easy, No Problem
it's never been that easy you know it bitterly yet I grand you the serenity
in your warm succulent sweat…
under your deep
threatening and tasty breath,
trying to enjoy your pretty pricking wrath…
Can you see?
this tremendous effort