Fictional modern poetry

Fictional modern poetry 1

A fish in the clouds

Swimming in the fog

Bubbles Shape of smoke

The moment when the clouds rolled and relaxed

Rolling into the sea

Two

Setting up a ladder to heaven

Hang the net in the sky

Scatter in the morning and harvest in the evening

Although you will come back empty-handed

But you will pick it up

Hope The past in

Three

The wings of the plane cut through the dawn

The sharks are crossing the sea

The waves are rolling up the waves

It's still the morning fog

The buildings appear in the sky

Or it's the dazzling shadow in the sea clouds

Four

The splendid hut

Hidden love

The fish in the fish tank

Dreaming about the vastness of the sea

Open the night

The glory is gone

The fish are still swimming in the half bucket of water

Five

Planned direction

Metaphorical fantasy

But

Don’t dream of Nanke Fictional Modern Poetry 2

◎Fiction◎

Dear, Night It's here again

I dare not open the window, the window lattice is too cold

The sound of the wind outside the window is also a bit chilly

Dear, I really don’t want to cry, but

my cheeks still turned into streams

The sky is too small and too crowded, and not a single flower can be reflected in my pupils

Yun Ni

I bid farewell to each dusk

and ushered in more dawns

The nights that keep repeating , the ever-expanding distance

We cannot embrace each other's joys and sorrows, even

a silent look can only

be fictional in the farthest and nearest place Approaching again and again

The paint dries up and the brush

is like a dead wood that has lost its life

Can no longer paint the scorching color Memories

When the wind hurts the paper, allow me——

Make up a few red firethorns hanging on the branches

At this time, let me sit in my own shadow

Breathe gently, gently

◎Empty◎

Sleepy. The four walls are brightly lit

The wandering human figures——

Musical notes. picture. Inkblots

Calloused ears. Yellowed scrolls. Old silk

In the palm of the hand, the coffin of the butterfly

Along the wall, the cicada sheds silence

bundle. rope. Sadness between eyebrows

The cobwebs under the eaves are hanging down——

The wind is getting louder and half of the face of the grass is tilted

The broken dewdrops sink into the soil

The wild geese returned, and the white clouds carried away the orchid boat

The eyelashes were lightly closed.

It’s all empty

◎Wall◎

The dusk is closing, and tired birds are crowing several times

The lamp shadows are shaking and whirling all over the ground——

Who is whispering by the window:

The dusty heart will go with the floating clouds

Leave the old dreams in indifference

The distant mountains are dim and sparse stars

dot the blue sky

Who is wandering at night?

Outside the wall

A slanting branch lifts up the boundless vastness