Modern poetry

Poetry is a style of expressing thoughts and feelings with language. The following is my collection of modern poems, I hope you like it.

Modern poetry 1 poet

Floating in the clouds

Still not wet enough

Write your name in the water.

water

Avoid being conspicuous

Don't climb tall branches.

It is perfect opportunism.

love

Extremely heavy

Only thought can support it.

Something more important than life.

lift

The prime minister's idea

Be tolerant of others in your heart

So it is welcome from top to bottom.

success

Bai Bai yi Zhuang

Everyone wants to have it.

Once you put it on, you are afraid of getting dirty.

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Dare to tell the truth

Let others hear your voice.

Nature is loved by people.

bicycle; cycling

Their own conditions are very poor.

As long as you are willing to contribute.

We must also catch up with the times.

oxygen bag

bate/hold one's breath

I have no intention of being dissatisfied with anyone.

Designed to share the fate with others.

solar water heater

What is freezing in the cold?

Only showers and sunshine.

Still enthusiastic.

hole

magic

The disappearance of existence

Come if you want, and leave if you don't want.

Modern poetry 2 1, Shanghai-Hangzhou car.

Author/Xu Zhimo

Hurry! Come on, come on!

A cigarette, a mountain,

When is the cloud shadow, a stream of water,

A bridge, a car accident,

A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo,

Red leaves in succession:

Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,

As clear as a dream,

Blurred, blank—

Come on, come on!

Is it a wheel or time?

Qiu Rong press a way:

Urged to die!

2. "First Love"

Author/Dai Shimazaki Tōson

Remember the first meeting under the apple tree?

Your dark clouds have just been tied up.

A carving comb is inserted obliquely on the head.

With a face as beautiful as flowers and jade

You warmly extend your white hand.

Tuck the apple into my arms.

Slightly flushed autumn fruit

Just like our relationship.

But I accidentally spit.

Gently landed on your temple.

The cup of happiness and love

Fill your sweetness and gentleness.

In that apple orchard

There is a natural road.

Ask me shyly.

Who stepped out first?

3. "As long as you have been in love once"

Author/Wang Guozhen

If we never met.

perhaps

The mood will never be heavy

If you really miss it,

I'm afraid life will not be easy.

A look

Is enough to make the heart sea

A passing hurricane

On barren land

Learn more about the scenery

long journey

Enough to gaunt a person.

A weak heart

Every time I look at Qiu Shui,

I hope

tears for you

How can you not die?

calm and unhurried

How can you love?

sternly cool and unmoved

As long as you have been in love once.

It's a life without regrets.

4. "Do you have to go?"

Author/Tagore

Travelers,

Do you have to go?

The night is quiet,

Darkness sleeps in the Woods.

The terrace is brightly lit,

These flowers are colorful,

Young eyes are still awake.

Traveler, do you have to go?

We never tied your feet with pleading arms,

Your door is open,

Your saddle is at the door.

If we try to get in your way,

That's just using our songs,

If we try to stop you,

That's just with our eyes.

Travelers,

We can't keep you,

We only have tears.

What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?

What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?

What is calling you in the dark?

What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?

This is a night with sealed secret information,

Into your silent and eccentric heart?

Tired heart,

If you don't like happy parties,

If you must be quiet,

We'll put out our lights,

Stop playing our harp.

We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark,

Tired moon

Will shed pale light on your window.

Travelers,

What sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?

5. Love Poems of Tea

Author/Zhang Mei CuO

If I'm boiling water,

You are tea.

Then your scent is gloomy.

Must rely on my tasteless

Let your dry and soft.

Spread out inside me.

Let my infiltration stretch your face

I must be hot, even boiling.

Compatible with each other

We have to hide.

Struggle and entangle in the water

Yizhancha kungfu

We just decided to be a color.

No matter how big the ups and downs, you can't control them.

You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)

Autumn, gathered in my deepest place.

At that time, your most bitter tears.

Will be my sweetest sip of tea.

Modern Poetry 3 1 "When You Walk Under My Window"

Author/Shu Ting

When you walk under my window,

Bless me,

Because the light is still on.

The lights are on-

In the dark night,

Like a drifting fishing fire.

You can imagine my cabin,

Like a ship propelled by a strong wind.

But I didn't sink,

Because the light is still on.

The lights are on-

When the curtains show shadows,

That means I'm old,

Without the unrestrained posture, the back is even more camel than before.

But it's not my heart that's aging,

Because the light is still on.

The lights are on-

It took advantage of such a hot relationship,

Answer greetings from all directions;

The lights are on-

With great pride,

Above and below oppression.

Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality?

Ever since you got to know me.

Because the light is still on,

Bless me,

When you walk under my window ...

2. Homesickness

Author/Yu Guangzhong

Hours later

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

See you later, huh?

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom, ah, it's in there.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

3. The mountain is high and the road is far.

Author/Wang Guozhen

Shouting is an outbreak of silence.

Silence is a silent call.

Excited or not.

Not peace.

I pray

As long as it's not boring.

If you call me from a distance

I will towards the distant.

If the mountain calls me

I walked to the mountain.

Wear out your feet.

Simply let the sunset smear the road again.

Grab your hand.

Turn thorns into azaleas.

There is no longer road than feet.

There is no mountain higher than man.

4. "This is everything"

Author/Shu Ting

Not all trees

Be broken by the storm;

Not all seeds,

Can't find rooted soil;

Not everything is true,

Lost in the desert of people's hearts,

Not all dreams,

Willing to break his wings.

No, not everything,

Just like you said!

Not all the flames,

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars,

It only means night.

Don't report the dawn;

Not all songs,

Skip the ear

Didn't leave it in my heart.

No, not everything.

Just like you said!

Not all appeals went unanswered;

Not all losses can't be compensated;

Not all abyss is doomed;

Not all destruction covers the weak;

Not all hearts

You can step on the mud under your feet;

Not all the consequences

It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for him,

Please put these on your shoulders.

5. "Draw a cross"

Author/Wang Guozhen

We can cheat others.

But you can't deceive yourself.

As we move towards a prosperous May,

Youth is no longer mysterious.

Upward road

It's always stumbling

Always keep the original romance.

Really not easy

Someone is sad.

Some people are happy.

When we crossed a high mountain,

I also crossed a real self.

Modern Poetry 4 1, Sapium sebiferum.

Author/South Yu Man

You will always meet Chinese tallow tree.

On the way to Dongpu village

You will always see a flock of birds.

Or a group of leaves

Children coming home from school

Maybe there will be a wedding reception for someone to marry their daughter.

Drums and trumpets

That depends on what season you are going to.

"HongLing and green silk.

Pink handkerchief painted by rouge

Buy what you want to buy-"

You will also encounter a gust of wind.

And dust

Like your own yellow dog.

Run from a very close place

Make out with you

Laibin shirt

2. "fake rattan chair"

Author/Hak-Rim Paek

I have long wanted to get a chair.

It's not that kind of wooden chair, it's a cane chair.

It is best to have a solid limb frame.

An old rattan chair with shabby luster.

Like my father who was a worker when I was a child.

But now, no one.

Do hard physical labor again.

Summer, I finally found one.

It's one of those artificial plastic imitations

Just because of the position of its ass and backrest.

It is in perfect harmony with my slender body.

Without saying a penny, I let it go in one breath.

Take it back to the rented room.

Put it near the window.

At first, I thought about it every day.

How to sit on it?

(a little "Calvino" flavor)

Read in the sun and think about some "difficult" problems.

But except once or twice

I read two pages on it-paulo coelho and Yu Jian.

I quickly threw it aside.

Now, that fake rattan chair has a black painted iron frame.

It's like a tired housekeeper.

Retired early. It's a mess.

An old briefcase, four unwashed shirts and three pairs of trousers.

Two mobile phones, several poems, and a book "Golden Rose"

And a pair just taken off his girlfriend's chest.

Take off your white bra.

3. Summer

Author/Shenjiaba

A sweaty morning

A young girl dodged.

Fried dough sticks spread a burning flame.

Avoid the heat wave during the day.

People who don't want to die in bed

I came to the riverbank early in the morning in a hurry.

Jogging with women in their thirties.

Chatting with an old man who can't move.

I have to do it step by step.

Leave before the eighth bell rings.

Look at the middle-aged fisherman across the bridge.

Skillfully put away the first empty hook

The model in the cupboard of the shopping center.

Grow a beard like grass.

From Jiefang Street to Jin Dong Street

Summer follows pedestrians like death.

4. I love this land

Author/Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

5. "What kind of answer can satisfy you?"

Author/Yin Lichuan

They are all very angry.

They asked me why.

So we need a man.

"So need sex. ...

You are too easy.

Hand over your body. " ...

If I answer you,

I just want a man's arm.

This is a calm breakfast.

It's kissing and stroking hair

Even you condemn me.

Love I don't understand

Are you satisfied?

I will be better than now.

More pure?

My body is

I can't hand it in anyway.

It's lonely and quiet here.

No one can take it away from you.

No one can stay.

No one can compare with me.

Separate. Even after you enter

Wait a minute. Even though I'd rather

When I die at this moment, I am still that.

People who die alone.