Poem- Typhoon In recent, I have read a poem called “Still I Rise” , which was written by Maya Angelou, an African-American poet. You may find out that, themes about identity and racial discrimination are centered in the poetry. More or less, shall we say its heart begins from repression and end up release? In contract with Maya Angelou’s, it is as below a poor poem written by me. But just for my expressing about social issues after her inspiration. Typhoon Neon lights in midair are slightly dim A drizzled scene in wordless painted by wind's roars Its invisible figure on sea level from blue to green Perhaps resting before long, leaving weary seams and jars By its mighty hand bringing tall trees to their knees Politicians' portraits are falling out and swaying As if elixir lost efficacy, flying carpets flees But no blankets, homeless dogs in realistic woe are dying Treating all equally, outside the windows whispering low Where gaudy advertisements smashed An innocent passerby wounded by its colourful rainbow In an imaginable eye of waxing moon not shaded? Perhaps there is an incarnate stray bird comes down the walk Turn back, muzzled mouth points to a caterpillar With a cocooning thought calmly behind the room's door lock Released free wings, I wonder Eden of the creator