The brazen winds
Swipe across the sea of mint
Opening the bizarre night of sin
Leaving no hint
To inject a hallmark of link
Deep into the vein
Germinating heroin
In reign
Watery mouth drippin’
Downs the chin
Eyes closing in
The curtain of silver screen
Rushes of adrenalin
Parting your brain
In between
This is not the scene
You want it to be seen
It’s a hell of ruin
Once get hooked, your life is grinned
You’ll never win
I want to dedicate this piece to one of our member,
Mr. Jon London. He have had experienced
the journey of highways to hell.
Best Wishes.
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
Wow your words hopefully give someone the idea as to not go there. Rhyming stays with you for a while as I hope this poem might stick too.
Sulaiman, this poem is harsh hitting and so truthful. Heroin, such a horrific substance, I lost a friend to it and another to drugs and alcohol and still know of others suffering. You did not mix words here, to the point, a direct approach, I love that. Truly an excellent piece of poetic verse with great meaning.
Very sweet of you to dedicate this peom to your friend! :) Very intense as well! Nicely done
To many of our young people are dieing we write about the evils of war. Afganistan is a bloodbath but still the poppies grow and our children die. what price the piper.
Good theme to be discussed with young people at schools. Easy to understand and the idea well conveyed.
'....Once get hooked, your life is grinned...' Grinned? ? Hardly. But your message is clear enough. Thanks for sharing. Cheers. Subroto
Wow amazing job! I really enjoyed this one! Your an amazing poet! I love it! ! ! !
This formulkated derivitive of the poppy-opium seed, was a popular mind-distorter for the great Edgar Allan Poe...tho' in the early 1800's...it was taken-in as pure opium....mind-altering, and murderous.Between that, and a host of other vices, the Prince of Macabre died before his 40th Birthday....and here we are almost 200 years later...and so many still don't get the picture....I had a friend who was a Heroin addict for years...long deceased due to a drug-related incident. He loved to write...had much talent...claimed he wrote best while he was tripping...I told him i'd rather not know how to read or write at all, than to have to inject poison into my veins, to write noteworthy prose, or poetry.Well Done, Sulaiman...as usual! F j R 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heroin is horrible, and u rlly put tht into perspective 4 the readers! ! ! ! ! very nice job! ! ! !