For modern poetry that yearns for beauty, the author had better be famous. Not for long. Not too short, suitable for reading. Don't be too vulgar

There are many beautiful modern poems, mainly depending on where you want to start.

I recommend two articles, the poets Shu Ting and He Jiang. In addition, Xu Zhimo's and Xi Murong's Shu Ting's are all exquisite.

Look at yourself before choosing.

On the Cross of Poetry-Shu Ting

I got it.

On the cross of my poem

In order to complete a fable

In order to obey an ideal

The sky, rivers and mountains

Chose me and let me bear it.

I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.

So, I put my heart

Hold it high in your hands.

That is bitterness and pleasure.

A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.

Because of anger and desire

Infinitely expanding and contracting heart

my heart

Under the projection of eyes from various angles.

Emitted a rainbow of light.

But I'm tired, mom.

Reach out your hand.

Put it on my hot forehead.

I gave my life.

My sad flower

Although despised, it was trampled into mud.

I gave my life.

My initial naivety

Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.

I held out my hands in purity and shyness.

Begging everyone to leave.

Everybody turn around.

I don't hide my weakness.

Even the swing of my black hair.

Has become a part of the world.

Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay

Into words in my eyes

Words produce sounds.

Surging around like waves.

In order to move

A heart that has not been touched.

But I'm tired, mom.

Reach out your hand.

Put it on my hot forehead.

The sunshine caresses me

Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.

The wind and rain eroded me.

Change my childish face

I got it.

On the cross of my poem

Let the chorus cheer.

Stars and rain generally fall on my side.

God-like vulture

Eat my insides every day.

I don't belong to myself, but to myself.

That fable

That ideal

Even so.

I became a fossil.

That's my song.

Happy life

Will knock open a closed shutter

Dill flowers are still climbing.

open

Although I'm tired, mom

help me

Stand at the forefront of the front line

Variations on the Stars-River

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Gaze at the night

Looking for distant comfort

Who wouldn't?

every day

It's all a poem

Every word is a star.

Like a bee trembling in my heart.

Who doesn't want to have a soft night?

Soft as a lake.

Fireflies and stars swim in the water lily.

Who doesn't like spring?

The bird landed on the branch.

Like falling stars all over the sky

The flickering sound came from a distance.

The clouds of white lilacs are hazy.

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Burning loneliness in the cold

Ask for a little hope

Who would?

year after year

Always writing poems about suffering.

Every song is a group of trembling stars.

Like ice and snow covering my heart.

Who wants to see the night freeze?

As stiff as a piece of land

The wind blew off one thin star after another.

Who doesn't like flying flags?

Like fire

Golden stars gushed out.

When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.

Shine where the sun can't shine.