The eighth group of poems: modern poems

1.

There are too many people,

Too heavy

That's what's on my mind.

Make it difficult to act from now on.

2.

Turning tunnel

Narrow and long

This road has been extending.

Until I can't see

The road over there

This is another world.

There is another kind of air.

A person whose soul has been changed

Understand the true meaning of living.

3.

That charming girl.

Followed by a strong aroma.

Passing by every admirer

Eyes should be more than just

Window of the soul

It is also a light source to satisfy self-confidence.

But no matter how long and dazzling

Gradually

Will end in depression.

4.

Never painted the most beautiful world.

But in walking, I accepted all kinds of smells.

Good, confused.

There are too many hands in my heart.

When touching countless forks in the air

And reveal panic and fear.

5.

late night

Black. earth

Dazzling neon lights

Set off a brand-new color

Only the elderly

The color of wine

Ignorance makes the truest self.

6.

I can't describe the surrounding air.

That's the smell of many people.

Sour, spicy, sweet and bitter

Sniff around

Still can't smell it.

A Muslim

7.

Find hope in despair

Waiting for a new dawn

This is me in your eyes.

A brave and strong man

A madman hiding in the corner

Look at us.

Put on a farce of victory or defeat

8.

Fold you into

A page in my life

Wash the years for you

Make amends to you.

And for my future.

Naive and absurd hopes