Island (found poem)

an island fledged with palm trees

in all shapes they lie

bent, leaned, reclined

some fallen some tall

filled up the sky and the air

green leaves shaded down

an island of palm trees

coarse grass filled the ground

scattered with decaying coco-nuts

an wild island

an wild island

miles out there

seas are dark and blue

hallow but deep

fascinating but sophisticated

surrounded the island in all sides

behind the palm trees

appear a dark forest

lying there like a ferocious wolf

a dangerous island

a dangerous island

from W Golding's Lord of the Flies

original poem

Devil's Hand

I stare at you quietly

without any words

any intense emotions

your face,

so pale,

so calm,

lying there peacefully

on the hospital bed

Memories came flooding back

All of a sudden

I grew angry

how the devil's hands

had destroyed your pretty face

took away thick eyebrow

turned black hair to snow white

bright eyes surrounded by wrinkle

red lips became pale pink

The Hand Of Devil!

took everything away in cruelty

in vain

in jealousy

The Hand Of Devil!

The Hand Of Devil!

poem ("The Pedestrian")

I walk in the darkness and coldness;

I walk in the chilling winds and gloomy clouds;

I walk in this isolation and loneliness.

Passing each house along my way,

they were just objects with neither temperature nor feeling.

Where are the warm, orange lights that shine?

Passing each empty street along my way,

I hear nothing but the silent wind blowing.

Where are the loving families and happy laughters?

How technologies have changed our lives!

They provided convenience and advance,

but took away our simple happy in life;

they brought the world closer to us,

yet made the isolated feeling spreading;

they made communications easier,

but invaded the true feelings.

How technologies have changed our lives.

I lingering in the empty streets,

I see nothing but the lonely leaves waving in the winds.