英文诗歌 自创

Warwick Castle
When sun starts to fall, the night can’t wait to come.
Oh night, what a greedy monster! Eating and demanding.
This darkness is unstoppable, like death, unpreventable.
But Avon, you are so lively.
I hear you from the darkness.
You never die, even when you are frozen in the winter.
Kings came to live here because of you and your knowledge.
Now, I’m standing here, the highest point in the whole town.
Tell me why, I don’t feel a bit of pride or joy.
The crack on the stone is brand new,
not because of cannon but of rain and snow.
No matter how hard and unbreakable, it will disappear one day.
Time is the ultimate killing machine, with thousands of tools,
And it will eventually end us in the same way it hits the stone.
I know, deep from my heart, that this is not over.
Here, this castle, may be my destination, may be king’s destination.
Thousands of years later, there may be a group of people,
Who look differently from us, speaking a different language,
Standing on the ruin of the castle, chatting,
About those ancient lodgings stored in Guy’s and Caesar’s,
About the glorious victory we had,
And about this knight standing on the exact location,
Having a conversation with a river that used to be lively and clean.
I won’t be forgotten because of the grass, the trees, and the stones.
The stones are history.
It’s been nearly an hour, standing here alone,
Thinking about the things that others find crazy.
Maybe I am living in my own world,
Where I give life to everything.
Or maybe I just realized how precious this “life” is.

Licensed
Got licensed with fortune and determination.
What a splendid day filled full of freedom and satisfaction!
Start, or restart, to do readings and exercises,
beating the unbeatable mile from home to the basketball court.
I believe deeply that this freedom,
shall not be abused, or taken away.
Half of the summer has passed,
not so wonderful as anyone’s expectation.
Next half will surely be great.
Adventures waiting and excitement coming!

Door
My mind fluctuates when I read your letter.
How can this be? you are so different from who I knew.
A candid and honest boy, handsome and lovely.
Don’t you remember those summer days, 100F outside,
chasing and getting the whole world wet?
oh! What a great time we had
and I’ve already believed it’d never passed.
maybe we were different,
but I was too blunt to realize.
Now this white door, delicate and decorated,
is forcing us to separate, leaving you on one side,
and me on the other. it’s a well-looking door, I have to say,
but locked.
Come to my side, my dear fellow! Go find the key.
Chase your mind back like we always do.
Here, with the sun shining and life young forever,
will let you find your true self,
and shall bring us back together!

Time
Life forever? Impossible.
Why live? Time the answer.
One day I will be old, in those funny pictures.
Why let go? when nothing back.
like the river, flowing, but with joy.
Joy? nothing better
than a piece of candy; temporal.
if learned to walk, why return?
To the dirty ground? Oh Come, and get up! standing, with you knees.
Teeeeckaaa, Teeeeckaaa! Hesitation, and two seconds.
Knowledge, gained from news and mags.
please take it, against this damn flow.
let it be, a history of success; when burning into ashes.
soul lingers. in little pretty patterns
we once never understood, forever.
Teeckaaa…Teeeeeeeeeckaaaaaaaaaaa.

Winter Without Snow
A wooden desk, a lamp, a book, and
a winter without snow, like a hunter without a gun,
melting the ice among me and you.
Wood silenced, wind is gone,
birds singing when the time has come.
The world is too much with us, says Wordsworth.
When Nature not glorious, mind not strong.
Little we give devotion back to the sun.
Listen! a sound from the deep ground, Murmuring
Peace is born.

A Day Before the Valentine’s
A lady and a man, a princess and a lion,
slowly walking by, whispering, lovely.
A last moment before the Valentine’s
with sales going, restaurants open.
Here comes the most mysterious creature,
namely “Single Dog”, an ancient breed.
Time has polished their wideness and courage.
How glorious was their past but has been erased,
forever from the history of love.
Quietly sitting, in the corner of an empty table.
Eyes red, staring at everyone walking by.
Must they be jealous, thinks the world
while not understanding, or has already forgotten,
the highest respect and appreciation.

Path To Downtown
Walking done this secret path hiding behind buildings,
stepping on those footprints left behind before me.
Bored, start counting steps leaving my own footprints.
this is a world that has never been exposed to any media,
no images online, no people talking about.
when it starts raining, air gets fresh with a special smell.
the rain falls on my hair, retrieving a memory
that has almost disappeared in my memory.
Suddenly, I saw kids running in the rain
without raincoats or umbrellas, shouting and chasing.
I’m hearing people joking, “those stupid kids!”
is it my fault that I feel an instant loss, uncomfortable.
I start to fear and I try to catch it,
the time when I was one of them.
what a familiar sound! what a familiar smell!
I continued walking towards the city,
less than a mile away, sky high buildings visible,
but this time, with a refreshed memory.

Mask
No one recognizes him because of his mask.
No one talks to him because of his mask.
His mask gives him an infinite power to abuse.
To do unpleasant things and get away.
The mask covers everything he has,
hiding the ugly face and the gross heart.
He once tried to take it off but he failed,
after wearing it for so long.
It’s life, keeping punching his face.
He knows that he can’t live without the mask.
So he gives up.
He puts up more and more masks,
which he benefits from.
Until one day when he himself
cannot remember who he truly is.

Time to Move On
Life is like a roller coaster,
up and down, up and down.
With new people you meet and things you enjoy,
is disappearance of the old
who you may never meet again.
Harshness surprises you when you’re not ready,
taking away all your happiness and leave
with a long way of silence,
loss on mind and torture on soul.
Failure and weakness make you stronger than ever,
and it’s time to move on.
It’s time to shine light on the darkness.
Accept the fact and embrace it.
Trust in your effort and dream.
You shall become unstoppable!

Up the Hill
There is a hill of why, steep and undiscovered,
in my mind and in your mind.
Since ancestors were born,
a journey had begun.
We climb, climb, climb,
to stand on top, to reach the sky, and
to breath the air fresher than anywhere else.
People fall and give up.
Many believe that the hill is a path to the heaven.
Those who climbed up never came back.
Or the hill doesn’t exist,
it’s just a myth that people love to chat about.
So we walk away, and that’s not enough.
We laugh at those who continue to climb
who would eventually discover the truth.
And one day when we use up all resources,
we complain and let them take the blame.
We all die happily, not knowing why,
whose answer has been buried, for thousands of years,
on the top of the hill.

Spring
When people’re back, in T-shirts and shorts,
walking around in the gentle sunlight.
When the basketball court’s not longer quiet,
the parking lot no longer empty.
Spring is coming!
It breaks the ice of winter, chill and dead,
and brings back life and laughter.
Birds start singing again and trees green.
This is the best time of the year
when you can never get annoyed by anything,
no matter how unexpected it is.
And it’s the time of the year when
a new cycle begins.
Forget all those unpleasant things
and move on to a new adventure.

Summer in LA
Shining like the sun, they say.
just can’t help feel the rising temp
luckily with a comfort breeze.
It’s time to hanging out and getting tanned
at this time of the year when everything moves smoothly.
Walking down a same street each day
seeing unfamiliar faces with camping bags.
That’s how crowded this city can be
when waken up by the warmth.
Schools are out while filled with birds and kids’ laughing.
Constructions abrupt, time for workers to rest.
Peace, mixed with sounds of cicala,
transformed into a rhyme of the great nature.