Modern prose poems on grass

The grass woke up from a deep sleep and crept out of the ground, spreading green leaves. The earth was like a green carpet. The following is my collection of modern prose poems about grass for your reference.

Modern Prose Poems on Grass Part I: Grass Author: Wei Qing

Like grass

I bloom silently.

Silent fragrance

Die quietly.

However, I never feel sad.

Life gives me happiness.

Distance makes me yearn.

As long as the spring breeze blows across the earth

As long as the spring rain moistens the heart

What else is worth suffering?

What else can't be forgotten

Countless creatures in the world

I know, okay? they

In fact, they are all like me.

Ordinary people don't need to be sad.

Nobleness is just an illusion.

Postmortem statement

That is the wealth of your life.

Modern Prose Poems on Grass Part II: I and Grass Author: Qing

When I didn't walk in front of you

To be exact, before stepping on your spine

Your pride in being thin is growing day by day.

The slightest desire to talk to the stars and the moon

Like the desire and blood in my life.

Winding flow irrigation cycle

All your pain is related to me.

Just as floods are related to dark clouds.

Looks like you really want to swim.

Reach out before you take off your clothes.

Touch your decadent will when bending over.

My heart suddenly broke in silence.

See sadness dripping from your face

When I didn't walk in front of you

Maybe there have been haggard and pain.

Or sweet or sweaty

Too many civilizations turn a blind eye.

Too much etiquette makes me unable to stop at killing.

? A matter of life and death

Just like I trampled on innocent you.

Say? Excuse me. grass

Modern Prose Poems on Grass Part III: Grass Author: Ceng Zhuo

Rooted in the slit, independent of the corner.

The enemy cannot compete with the towering trees.

Not as fragrant as flowers.

But it always smiles.

Try to absorb the nutrients around you.

Breathing the fresh air contentedly.

go to all lengths

Modern Prose Poems on Grass Part IV: A Grass Author: Poet Zi Qiao

A grass is swaying on the vilen.

In order to watch the dreamy starry sky

With the gentleness of the wind

It saw the fading moon.

It saw a faint yellow in the east.

It's happy. It loves this rainbow-like dream.

A grass is swaying on the vilen.

To see the rainbow dawn.

With the clarity of water

It watched the sunrise in Dongsheng, Ran Ran.

It saw the clear golden light on the hillside.