* Suicide * Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
* Suicide *
Martini on the rocks
Spilled over the tabletop
Wetting the Oakwood
Like a chemical spillage
Another stunned moment
The vacant chairs
Wondered, why on earth
The spill ever took place
No one has attended to the beverage
Since the long leftover
If someone had needed someone
To feel lively, then the Martini
Shouldn't have spilled out
And abandoned without an enthusiast
Damage has been done indiscriminately
Nothing was perfect
When nothing went wrong
The Martini was just another victim
Of circumstances
Ironically, the other patrons
Were too high to notice
The mishaps
Two hours later
A headline ripped apart the nation
A young body of a woman
Was cut into two, under the train
With a note miraculously attached
‘Martini, my love needs a u-turn ‘
i enjoyed this poem. I hope that you can read my poems and give me pointers, there are a few filler poems that are more or less just space taken up, but i feel like a few are really good... courage, the white wall, the weathermen, and the old watchtower are prolly the ones i feel most satisifed with
HEY, MR. GENIUS, WORD-PLACER-IMAGE-MAKER, THIS IS ANOTHER EASY WRITE FOR YOU, NO DOUBT, BUT A TRUE PICTURE OF COMPLEXITY AND BEAUTY FOR THIS READER. GOT CHILLS. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GO ON A WORLD TOUR SO THAT YOUR QUAKING/SHAKING AFFICIANADOS CAN RUSH THE STAGE, TOUCH YOU, AND HAVE PEACE RESTORED WITHIN OUR BODY CELLS? CAROL
wow. i like the way you choose your words here. it's really meaning full!
deep and great expression of feeling, i don't like grey or dark feeling but i love it! ! !
Beautiful and vague spectacle of a spirit and feeling no pain in the horizons of emotions.Good Job! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/2/2025 9:28:27 AM # 1.0.0
It is in small tell tale signs We miss the silent cry You bring out the tragedy In such a touching way I couldn't help but weep For the ones I couldn't help. Such beautiful sketches Strong lines full of pity No wonder you are The king of the mountain. Angel