Drizzle dark accelerate. There is also a hawk flaps
Alluding to prosperity, the swish of the day running to swim
Finding persuasion akanan base. not moving
And now sleep lost land and water waves

Nothing else I own. walk
Combing the peninsula, still stuffy please
Once arrived in unjung and all good-bye
Of the four beaches, sobbing efflux could terdekap

1946 [ CHAIRIL ANWAR ]

That being said the king to the queen,
At night. Lust diranjang been so shady
And the silence crept between joints and bed linen.

“Why not believe? Dreams will convince
Like the morning sun “.

The woman sobbed, when anglingdarma closed
Back cloth to her chest with a cold breath,
Although he kissed her hair.

The next day the empress killed himself in the fire.

And the king also get a sense how he should
Escape-with the help of the gods whether
Where-to be unfaithful.

“Madrim Batik, Batik Madrim, why should, patihku?
Mengaa have a love mercy more than
Life and so on and so forth? ”

[Goenawan Muhammad]

This is where we stand
Singing our tears

Beneath your land fertile friable
We keep our tender
Behind the stately buildings, your building etalas
We try to hide our darita

We try saving sorrow
We tried to bury sorrow lara
But burning can not hide
He broke into everywhere

Earth is not limited to viewing
Air and waiting area
But you can not get away
Everywhere you went
You walk on our tears
Fly anywhere
You are not settled in our tears
Wherever sailing
You are navigating our tears

You already beleaguered
Can not circumvent
Which would not be able to go
Give up on the depth of our tears

Sutardji COLZOUM Bachri

You can imagine
If Jakarta suddenly all white
Mas at the top of the Monument: White
Welcome Statue: white
Tree Park Surapati: white
Field soccer ball Istora: white
Water Ciliwung: white

Perhaps with a white
The sins of Jakarta will be disguised
Mugging, hold-up, rape
Gambling, prostitution, murder: white!

You know the color purity of white
But you also know the white, the color of defeat
How can people be trusted to speak
If he is in a class who lost
As is now filled by him Jakarta

If I lose
I want to lose the sanctity
But if I’m not exactly in my
Sing an ode to you:
No matter how melodious, and prepare your ears

This city, you know, not just the Capital
But the city of Mother
With a number if

[Remy Sylado]