Modern Poetry of Rose 1 Blue Rose
Roses are not flowers,
A wild horse galloped in the air;
Walking through the clouds,
The hoof clicked.
Love is not expressed,
An ink painting that has been passed down through the ages;
Jingwei embellishment,
Cross vertically and horizontally.
The rainbow in the sky opens its long arm,
Red, orange, yellow and green skies are hanging:
Hundreds of birds went on stage to sing a quartet,
Cadence and drunkenness.
red rose
999 roses,
A beautiful big flower basket.
The flowers are overflowing,
Everyone likes it;
Born beautiful,
Gorgeous;
I don't know, jealousy,
Still upset?
Thank you
Browse with a lot of comfort;
Smile,
Share each other's throbbing waves;
Relive that heavy concern,
Looking up at the rare blue sea and blue sky.
Looking back,
From silence;
Roses,
Look up to love.
Purple rose
No sigh,
Nor is it a symbol of humility;
I want to say:
If you lose something.
No longer romantic,
Not so melodramatic;
Too many,
A little haggard.
Every day is the same,
Watching you quietly.
Finally,
Your face is circling.
Take care of each other,
Comfort each other;
Ice-colored glass bottles,
Elliptical water memory.
Narrow space,
Enthusiastic intoxication
Hey,
"Little Show Coffee" once?
Classic bridge,
Simple, so transparent;
Roses in the corner,
Say, do I love you?
Modern Rose Poetry 2 "Roses for Valentine's Day"
The flickering red light of the candle
Roses are in full bloom all over the world today.
Give you 9999 roses.
You are my expectation in this life.
Full of tenderness
I gave it to you together.
We are immersed in the nursery rhymes of nature.
A beautiful night is like a dream.
All the roses are beautiful tonight.
The moon is hidden in silent happiness.
Starry infatuation.
I also walked into your dream.
Affectionate touching
Every glass of red wine is in Taoran.
Every time I look back, I feel warm.
You are my happiness in this life.
Tired of drinking.
Some roses withered halfway.
Lonely fragments
Piece withering
Like an obsessed cuckoo.
Crying blood with sound
It's hard to stop touching.
The moon is clean and there is no dust.
Some roses continue to bloom.
There is no romance at the moment.
Turned into a secular rose
Living in daily necessities.
At the time of disclosure
The bones rusted in the twilight.
Roses are silent in the silent night.
Modern Poetry of Rose 3 Bread Rose
Fifteen years old
Poetry fills the heart.
Moisturize a season of sweet stories
In the last line of this poem, the rose is curled up.
Silently for bread
weep
Twenty Two
Wrapped in a kiss at night
Sleeping in a poem covered with fallen leaves
At this moment, the rose symbolizes the luxury under the tulle skirt.
Wait quietly
happy
Seventy seven
A snow froze the past poems.
The smell of bread is getting old in my ears.
My eyes are blurred, but I have spread the broken rose petals in the past.
Just pray that love will sink into cholera.
freedom
Modern Poetry of Rose 4 "Poetry of Bread Rose"
Mincher has a good eye,
A dusty mandarin duck,
Forgotten footnotes,
Falling into hell from the clear sky again and again,
I lost my sense of direction in the southeast and northwest winds.
Day and night are connected,
Alternate day and night,
Silence presents the truest face of the years,
A pen is undoubtedly profound,
Carve the annual rings into thin bones,
Tears have turned amber at night,
There must be countless ghosts hidden in the devil's heart.
Waiting for the pain of dripping for you,
High-five and sing.
Rose in the Rain, a modern poem by Ross.
shadowy
It's still raining in Mao Mao
I am familiar with it.
Far mountain near water
in a flash
Into pieces.
Continuous shooting's splash-ink painting
Effect of water steaming
Stereoscopic reflection
Like fog
Such as sauna
Put the world's
Dust washing
From a distance
Fire cloud
In the blue gauze curtain
Ren weiyou
Wave to me again and again.
In my bright eyes
Infinite amplification
I stamped my foot and looked carefully.
Burning red dot
I'm close again.
It turned out to be
Charming roses
in the rain
There has never been a surprise.
Despite the fragrance of roses
Diffuse the whole body
Despite the oblique wind and rain
Spray on the face
I'm not a painter.
I really want to paint beautiful scenery.
I am not a photographer.
I really want to freeze her beauty.
Hate that I'm not prince charming
Unable to infer
pleochroic
An ecstatic story
I hate myself for being just a passer-by.
But I can't knit.
Fairy tales full of dreams
Is it rain or tears?
Can no longer tell
Although it is close at hand.
But it's far away.
I'm still staring
Her elegant posture.
Noble temperament
Become frivolous and unruly
Sometimes I can't get rid of it.
Sometimes it makes my heart beat.
Fiery petals
Immerse yourself in a raging passion
Lightning interweaving
Produced a dazzling spark.
The maiden and the beast
Touched the gods
I finally got it.
Music box sounds of nature
Break free from the bondage of darkness
Shoot the sword of Cupid.
ah
The rose in my heart
ah
Mona Lisa in my eyes
Rose's modern poem 6 1, no lover
No lover
This festival is empty.
I look at the clouds during the day.
Waiting for rain
No lover
The day was not unexpectedly pale.
I'm waiting for rain.
I also waited for the snowflakes that have been raging.
2, rose petals
A hot commodity in a flower shop
Roses were snapped up generously.
The petals are full of feelings.
Affect extraordinary feelings
Holding your hand
Roses, people are looking for extraordinary lovers.
Wife, dear, love brother.
Petals have a measure of truth and hypocrisy.
3. I long for love
Abandoned roses in the subway
Stab me in the eye
The wind was a little sad and sobbed.
People are crazy.
Hold hands, release hands and raise hands.
Whose rose slipped?
Pierce my arm with purple.
The bone of a fallen rose
I long for love.
Longing for the moon to be round
Branch to branch, wing to wing.
Longing for roses
Always open forever
Longing for you to be the guardian of flowers
Has been stationed in my heart