Modern artistic conception poetry

In our study, work and life, everyone is familiar with poetry, which has a clear and orderly rhythm and beautiful rhyme. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following is a modern poem of my mood for everyone. Welcome to read the collection.

Artistic conception of modern poetry 1 "artistic conception"

Actually, I really don't know

Maybe it's inexplicable trouble

My mood is like a mess.

Looking for every broken bitterness.

Find it in pain

Long-lost you

You're so secretive.

There is nothing in my memory.

Without your mark.

at present

You showed up quietly again.

Quietly let me feel

Strong asphyxia

Can the mood be as calm as ever?

Yes, that's deceptive rhetoric.

In the long night.

Wander aimlessly

Where are you going?

Where does the mood belong?

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 2 "Artistic Conception"

Author: overweight-modern

Emotions, sometimes,

It will be like a rock in a deep mountain.

Half the loneliness,

Almost no exposure,

Let the attached moss and unknown wild flowers,

Preserve the radiance of the sun,

Emotions, sometimes,

It will rain heavily in the sky.

Let go of all the depression,

Talk to the silent earth.

Let the ancient rivers and the blood vessels of life,

Impulse is the cry of the soul.

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 3 "Artistic Conception"

Author: Xing Lian

Unlike a dream trip,

I can't wait to turn my hurried steps into poems.

There are no words on the back,

A thousand words are not as valuable as that important summary.

I always like to travel light,

Sometimes feeling sad is a sunset.

I can't adapt to the forward movement except for a little worry.

My broken heart never wants to look back.

Please use cloudy days to measure a person's mood.

Don't forget your imagination just because you are quiet.

The smiling expression may be a disguise,

True happiness is like a hundred flowers blooming in the heart in spring.

Please pay attention to everything in the world with sympathetic eyes.

No one can remain strong in constant pain.

If your question is painted in a complicated color,

The water waves that once rippled are now disappearing in the precipitation.

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 4 "Artistic Conception"

Author: Zi Rui-Modern

Spring rain is as thin as sorrow,

I am entangled in my heart.

Sunshine is shy,

Hide behind the dark clouds.

Lazy heart with unwilling ripples,

Who's here,

Save that,

A heavy, damp and cold mood.

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 5 "Artistic Conception"

Author: Chong-an Shi-Modern

Helpless mood,

Will not use tears to express.

All along,

Get used to keeping silent.

Meet from a distance,

Take a good road.

Your own mood,

It just broke out.

In the silent deadlock,

If there is no blue sky.

Destiny is predestined,

In a heavy rain.

The world of emotions,

It's too tight to loosen.

Mood of Modern Poetry 6 "Keep Mood"

Author: overweight-modern

When the tillers germinate,

Holding the mood of MengMeng.

When it blooms,

Holding the mood of flowering.

Therefore,

Grasp the mood of the result.

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 7 "Artistic Conception Notes"

I sit next to the computer.

Discovering the world is novel.

The true self in the dream

I found myself swimming around.

Many years have passed.

At the most tiring time

Close your eyes and want to look in the mirror.

But I'm afraid I can't achieve my dream.

Painful me

travel around the world

Every time my heart breaks.

I don't expect anyone to save me.

I think in this world

Try to be yourself.

You will find that the more serious you are.

Giving is bitter and sad.

What should I do?

Who can save me?

I seem to have a heart attack.

Have a dream repeatedly in a dream.

I want to die of heartache

Time is passing in a hurry.

Every step of my life.

I took Wan Li Road.

Take my luggage.

Travel with a headache

Even if you are tired.

Every tired night.

moment

Tell yourself softly.

Sleep when you are tired and eat when you are hungry.

Close your eyes.

No matter where you go.

So you can have a good sleep.

Looking for your trace in the dream.

I don't want to open my eyes again.

Everyone wants you to really show up.

I hope it's reality, not reality.

Dreams are not dreams.

I want to say good night.

I am tired.

i was frustrated

Sweet dreams, everyone.

Good night, dear friends.

Modern Artistic Conception Poetry 8 "Summer Artistic Conception"

At this time, the flowers in April have already blossomed.

The scenery of memory, butterflies and bees are still there.

Continue the story of spring

Birds seem to be

With the addition of new members, they began to look around.

The secret of summer is similar to sneaking around.

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I watched the sun in the shade of the jungle.

Peek at a cicada pupa through the cracks in the leaves until it sheds its skin.

Growing up, I was surprised by the cicada singing on the trunk.

A straightforward call attracted the wind.

Shake the sun, and the summer insects will be frightened.

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Plum, poplar and locust trees in the distance-

Lush, immersed in happiness, growing up.

Unscrupulous, propping up a sky for this season.

Look at those pomegranates and apples. ...

Greedy, I can see that.

They are eager to enter the golden autumn and dedicate their fruits.

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They are passionate.

Will own heart, make public.

In the process of ripening, corn is eager to sow.

Buried in the roots of wheat, sharp spores are exposed.

Younger than wheat, there are some crops.

Such as rice, such as soybean sorghum, dark.

Ridiculous, more and more crazy.

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People shook their cattail leaf fans.

Watching while holding fragrant tea.

The performance of crops, while harvesting equipment.

For treatment and health care, prepare to put fruit.

Harvest, store, this sweetness and happiness.

Like the stars and the moon in the night sky.

At this point, the sickle and oilstone have been hung high in the straw house.

Show inexplicable loneliness and melancholy

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At that time, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet here.

Talk to each other about a kind of missing and caring.

I will take the moonlight.

With a breeze, I can catch a glimpse of their lingering whispers.

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Yes, this summer, only I have a lot on my mind.

A kind of thinking, like a dragonfly, is under the scorching sun.

Dancing and wandering, like a white cloud, erratic.

I took advantage of the night to ask a lotus, and lotus pointed out.

Smile, a relief.

By the light of fireflies, the night is illuminated by starlight.