Three Modern Poems about Insomnia

# Poetry Appreciation # Introduction Insomnia is a hazy pain and a poetic feeling. What are the poems about insomnia in modern times? The following is a modern poem about insomnia that you compiled. I hope you like it.

A modern poem about insomnia

The alarm clock is a pack of damn medicine.

It's not the cicada, it's not the head.

It has something to do with running water, white hair and noise.

Negative correlation with the old dog on the roof

The European Cup is the catalyst.

The brain has been poisoned by the summer of thirty years ago.

Worried about chaos

Worry is a hole buried deep in the soil day and night.

Repeatedly plowed by rusty iron harrows.

The position of the heart is always sitting on the flower and kneeling.

Memories are torn to pieces.

Holding a bowl of scars in both hands

To shout and serve the people.

In the fog, there is a trick to use the old one.

Elegant in the moonlight.

Thought the corner of fireworks

It is the blind spot of the world.

I think hard work is a panacea.

I thought that bone-loosening massage was aimed at old injuries.

Reed-like scars will grow on the dry river bed

It's not a corner kick.

It is full of expectation and covered with black cloth.

So the heart is empty.

Chapter 2 Modern Poetry about Insomnia

There is no need to take insomnia as a reason.

The typhoon in the distance has been blocked in the small video.

Telephone calls are intermittent.

Whose dog has been barking?

Your fate depends on the forehead of spring.

Summer is coming to an end.

I turned the lotus over and over again.

Is this taste very enjoyable?

No flowers in winter.

The attractive temperature is more charming than a smile.

I am intoxicated with your temperature.

You pinch the glass until it hurts.

This is the warm season when your body temperature drops.

Pale autumn moon, I know you

The smile faded away. I don't know. On the beach

Will you leave beautiful shells?

The moonlight gasped in a gust of wind.

The rain brought only the indifference of July night.

I sat in a cocoon thinking.

Should I bite a spring story?

Chapter 3 Modern Poetry about Insomnia

Blurred eyes

Two o'clock direction

The night is deep.

Thoughts roll in the dark.

Why did you come into my life?

life

Life is a lonely town.

Call it a bodhi Sanskrit.

Purify the restless soul

Close your eyes.

wait for

Waiting for inner peace

Forget the aching limbs.

Relax the nervous nerves.

Find a small piece of pure land

Plant a beautiful dream