Modern poetry of love

As the name suggests, love poetry is a poem that expresses or describes love. Since the ancient "Book of Songs" (perhaps earlier), love has been the theme of people's praises. The following are modern poems about love that I have collected and organized for everyone. They are for reference only. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Modern Poems of Love 1

"I wish I were your summer"

I wish I were your summer,

p> When the summer days take wings and fly away!

I am still music to your ears,

When the nightingale and the oriole are exhausted.

Bloom for you,

Escape from the cemetery,

Let my flowers bloom in rows and rows!

Please pick me ,

Autumn Peony,

Your flower,

Will always be yours! Modern Poetry of Love 2

"Tightly" Union》

I grew up just for you.

Cut me down,

My acacia tree needs your attentiveness.

I grew into a flower just for you.

Cut me off,

I don’t know if this lily of mine is still in bud,

or it has grown into a flower.

I am Bibo Yihong also for you.

Drink me,

Even the crystal is jealous of how clear my water is.

I grew wings because of you.

Hunt me,

I am the moth that flies around the fire of your passion.

For you,

I am willing to suffer. Your love hurts me,

And makes me sweet!

The ax and the hunter The Internet also makes me happy, and scissors and thirsty drinks also make me like it!

I devote all my blood to you,

My love.

No button can be as beautiful as this blood-condensed scar.

What jewelry can be more beautiful than it?

I put seven Bone spurs are pinned to the hair in place of crystal hairpins.

My earrings have red-hot fireballs instead of agate earrings.

Looking at me enduring such suffering,

You laughed.

You will be in pain,

By then you will no longer be my sweetheart! Modern Poetry of Love 3

"When You Are Old"

When you get old,

your head turns white,

you feel sleepy,

doze by the fire,

Please take down this poem,

read it slowly,

think back to the softness of your eyes in the past,

think back to their heavy shadows in the past;

How many people love you when you are young and happy,

Admire your beauty,

Pretend or sincerely,

Only one person loves you that way Pilgrim's soul,

Loves the painful wrinkles on your aged face;

Hangs your head,

Beside the glowing red stove,

Telling softly and sadly that love is gone,

On the mountains overhead it paces slowly,

Its face is hidden among a group of stars. Modern Poems of Love 4

"Beautiful Girl in the Gallery"

A still life with vegetables and you looking at it,

So quiet.

The colors in the still life vibrate with the intensity of their own presence.

What would they do without light?

Stranger,

I love how quietly you stand in the intensity of the light you carry. Modern Poems of Love 5

"The End of the Interlude"

We will never be immersed in this sweet and sour past time again;

Love's The aperture was then between you, my dear, and me.

I can no longer find the place where we were closely attached to each other.

The place where we fell in love and gathered together is now empty.

Those flowers and fragrant air,

Will they remember our coming now?

Will those night birds scream,

Did you find that we once lingered here?

Although we had ardent vows, although we had forgotten joy,

But the suffering after the limit of carnival is today judgment.

Deep trauma;

No moans: laughter;

But stubbornly endured;

This love The road is harder than a rock. Modern Poetry of Love 6

"Trouble"

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn,

It is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea.

If someone asked me about my worries,

I would not dare to say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me about my worries:

It is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea,

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn. Modern Poetry of Love 7

"Soliloquy"

Under the eroded pillars,

Between dreams and nothingness,

The sound of your name punctuates my sleepless hours.

Your long light red hair,

is the lightning of summer,

rising and falling on the back of the night with sweet and violent power.

The dark waters of dreams flow among the ruins,

From nothingness you are formed:

The braids of pain, forgotten.

On the moist shore in the night,

lay across and slapped a sleepwalking ocean,

nothing could be seen. Modern Poetry of Love 8

"Farewell Cambridge"

Gently I leave,

Just as gently I came;

I waved gently,

Saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the ripples,

is in my heart Ripple.

The green banana plant on the soft mud,

swaying oily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed.

The pool under the shade of elm trees,

is not a clear spring,

is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,

settling Dreaming like a rainbow.

Looking for a dream?

Holding a long pole,

Walking back to where the grass is greener;

Loading a boat full of stars ,

Singing in the starry sky.

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is today Cambridge at night.

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

I will not take them away. A cloud. Modern Poetry of Love 9

"My Heart and Everything About Me"

I would like you to take my heart and everything about me,

Only Please leave me a pair of eyes,

so that I can see you.

There is nothing in me that you have not conquered.

When you take away its life,

you also take away its death.

If I still have to lose something,

I hope you will take me there,

I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes,

so that I can see you. Modern Poetry of Love 10

"My love is not a nightingale"

My love is not a nightingale,

In the greeting of dawn Awaken,

On the earth prosperous with the kiss of the sun,

It sings a beautiful song.

My love is not a lovely garden,

There are white doves floating on the quiet lake,

Looking towards the moonlight reflected in the water,

Its snow-white neck nodded.

My love is not a peaceful home,

is like a garden,

filled with peace,

inside is happiness,

Living like a mother,

Giving birth to fairies: beautiful joy.

My love is a desolate forest;

In it is jealousy,

Like a robber,

It holds in its hand Holding the sword: It is despair,

Every stab is a cruel death. Modern Poetry of Love 11

"A Flowering Tree"

How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment,

For this I am already here I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years,

begging him to allow us to have a mortal relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree,

growing on the roadside that you must pass by,

full of flowers in the sunshine,

Duoduo was my hope in my previous life.

When you come closer, please listen carefully,

The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting,

And when you finally pass by indifferently,

What fell on the ground behind you...

My friend, those are not petals,

They are my withered heart! Modern Poems of Love 12

"To the Oak Tree"

If I love you,

I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,

Borrow Your high branches show off themselves;

If I love you,

I will never imitate the infatuated bird,

Repeat simple songs for the green shade;

Not just like a spring,

bringing cool comfort all year round;

Not just like a dangerous peak,

increasing your height,

Set off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots,

are held tightly in the ground,

leaves,

are touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passed by,

We all greeted each other,

But no one understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

Like knives, swords, and halberds;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;

We enjoy Fog, liulan, hauni.

It seems like they are separated forever,

But they are still dependent on each other for life.

This is great love,

This is where steadfastness lies.

Love,

Not only do I love your majestic body,

I also love the position you insist on,

The land under your feet. Modern Poetry of Love 13

"When You Are Old"

When you are old,

Your head is gray,

Sleep thoughts Drowsy,

Dozing by the fire,

Please take down this poem,

Read it slowly,

Think back to your past eyes of softness,

recalling their former heavy shadows;

How many people loved you when you were young and happy,

admired your beauty, falsely or sincerely,

Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,

Loves the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Hanging his head, in the red light Beside the shining stove,

whispers sadly of the passing of love,

On the mountains above it paces slowly,

Among the stars The face is hidden in the middle. Modern Poetry of Love 14

"Trouble"

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn,

It is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea.

If someone asked me about my worries,

I would not dare to say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me about my worries

It is the longing for the distant sea,

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.

Modern Poetry of Love 15

If you had never been here

A person

Once you feel love for another person

The corners of my eyes and eyebrows

will unconsciously reveal tender love

I long to watch the shooting stars across the sky with you on a beautiful summer night

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Even if we don’t say anything

Your arms give me the warmest feeling

Love or not love is actually the same feeling

On the note of time

Write the joy of two people meeting

I just want to meet you on the way of life

When we were young Never met

I can’t grow up with you

Now I will work hard

to fight for the opportunity to be with you in my life

There is always someone whose smile

warms the fingertips of your life

allows you to touch a unique warmth in life

The ripples of longing spread to All the fleeting years

If you had never been here

I would feel nothing

But once you have been here

I will never forget you Everything left for me

Loving someone

Willing to sleep in his heart for the rest of his life

An emotion that starts well and ends well

Possessing the most beautiful qualities in the soul

In what kind of dream

can one meet the embrace of fiery passion

No matter the vicissitudes of life

Let my footsteps always be by your side

Looking into the wind in the next life

Still flying my long black hair for you

In the next life Encounter

You are still the dust and soil I want to return to

No matter where love goes in the future

The sky of love will remember your passing

Those warm details that cannot be let go in memory

Your tenderness will always touch my whole life