Modern short poem prose

Mr. Lu, a contemporary poetics theorist, once said: "Poetry is the most attractive writing to express people's will, desires and emotions with beautiful rhythm, harmonious and concise language and rich imagination." The following is a modern short poem essay I shared, I hope it will be useful to you.

A person's trembling

accidentally

Mistaken into your city

Fall in love with your tenderness

Accustomed to your smell

My heart is connected with your sorrow and joy.

From then on, the world revolves around you.

You like me.

You worry about me and hurt me.

There is another you in my life.

Unfortunately, you are not mine.

In my spare time.

Secretly miss you

Fantasize about all kinds of things related to you.

There is another you in my life.

Unfortunately, I'm still single.

fall in love

But I can only secretly miss it.

Draw your outline at midnight

accidentally

Mistaken into your city

Fall in love with you. Gentle.

Accustomed to your smell

My heart is connected with your sorrow and joy.

Since then, it has become a person's shuddering.

Think day and night.

I miss you.

Waiting is an unspeakable pain.

On a sunny day, pack yourself up and set off on impulse.

Level one, level two, level three, counting the steps, looking forward to it.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, look at the direction of the road and hope.

One step, two steps, three steps, imagining the scene of meeting and looking forward to it.

One lap, two laps, three laps, killing boring time and waiting.

Again, twice, three times, call the familiar number, panic.

At two o'clock and three o'clock, I shook my sour neck and was desperate.

Road, or the way you came,

People, or people who come here,

Just a little more sad in the middle.

Waiting is an unspeakable pain!

Cooking smoke

Days have come a long way, as old as books.

Childhood loves to chase kitchen smoke, and no one can escape kitchen smoke.

Desire is a kind of impatience.

Whenever I get up early, I go home from school at noon.

Smoked hands are everywhere.

Cooking smoke grows into a housewife of every household.

At that time, who didn't look forward to the smoke curling up?

In one's own time

The laughter of cooking smoke is a happy event for every household.

I am a person who makes kitchen smoke, like a boy living in a fairy tale.

Made many fairy tales.

Grandma's story has been painted for a long time.

And grandma's past when she was young

The ancient banyan tree is the oldest person in the village

I like telling the story of cooking smoke best.

It knows every smoke in the kitchen.

Happy events and unforgettable days.