Poetry about the sun (modern poetry)

Poems about the sun (modern poems) are as follows:

I. Title of the poem: "The Sun"

1, from the ancient tomb, from the dark ages, from the other side of the stream of human death, shocking the sleeping mountains. If the steam wheel is spinning on the sand dunes, the sun is rolling towards me ... It makes the breath of life come to my face, makes tall trees dance with it, and makes the river sing crazy songs towards it.

2. When it came, I heard that the insect pupae that had been stung in winter were spinning underground, the masses were making a loud noise in the open fields, and the city called it from a distance with electricity and steel. So my heart was torn by the hand of fire, and my stale soul was abandoned by the river. I am full of confidence in human regeneration.

Second, the title of the poem: "The Sun in My Heart"

1, in the hot summer, it seems that the heart is full of anxiety, and the sun is releasing her charm. Golden glory, covered with the earth. Endless hesitation is my shadow. I long for sunshine, the golden sun. Drive away the haze in your heart with a sacred flame. Like a sunflower, I follow the footsteps of the sun and look at the distance, a big black hand.

2. Force me to walk slowly into the darkness. Great sun god, are you bringing light to people? Please bring hope to mankind. We begged your pity in the dark. Let death take away my deepest sadness, hold Apollo's hand and take me to the sun in my heart with a golden carriage.

Third, the title of the poem: Autumn Day

1, the autumn sun is a square made of gold, the autumn sun is a jewel inlaid with love, and the autumn sun is a warm passion. Although it is not charming, it is full of spring breath. Although it is not as hot as summer, it is covered with green wings. Although not as subtle as winter, it is full of warmth and lingering.

On the tall red maple leaf, I saw red poems. On the flaming sorghum stalk, I saw the joy of harvest. By the rippling lake, I heard the fishermen singing. Ah, the autumn sun, you dyed the earth yellow with your wisdom, and you hung it full. In autumn, on the walls around the farmhouse, your music is everywhere.