Modern poetry longing for love

Lead: Good love is something that everyone yearns for, because it is the best thing in life. The following is a modern poem about longing for love that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and learn from it! Modern Poetry for Love (1)

When I miss you no longer

The unforgettable memory

has been scattered in the wind

So, the street is rolled up with

shallow poetry

following the ensuing crowd

Who sighs silently

blurring the silent stream under the bridge

When I, I don't miss you anymore

My mobile phone is still lonely in my pocket

So, the legend is cold

The trace of romance

The vague parting

Who's the eye catching the shortness of breath on the bridge

When I miss you no more

What remains unchanged is the scenery. What is indifferent is my own' Modern Poetry (2) longing for love'

You are a seed of rosemary

It was blown from the distant sky by the wind

It fell into my dream

My dream was a rain

You sprouted in the rain

My heart was green

I want to find a sun

.

take root, grow leaves, Bloom

Your dense green and slender leaves

bloom one spring after another

Your white, blue and purple flowers

bloom one summer

another summer

The autumn wind blows your floral fragrance

all over the corner

another corner

Winter. Season

Another winter

You grew up in my dream

You lived in my heart

Four seasons of reincarnation

Modern poems that look forward to love endlessly (3)

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, you wandered alone in a long, long, lonely rain lane,

I hope to meet.

She is

lilac-like color,

lilac-like fragrance,

lilac-like sadness,

sadness in the rain,

sadness and hesitation;

She wandered in this lonely rain lane,

holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me,

Walking silently,

Cold, sad and melancholy.

She approached

silently, and cast a

sighing look.

She drifted

like a dream,

like a dream, sad and confused.

Like a lilac field in a dream,

This girl passed by me;

She went away quietly, far away,

to the decaying fence wall,

to walk through this rainy lane.

In the elegy of rain,

her color faded,

her fragrance dispersed,

dissipated, even her

sighing eyes,

lilac melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,

I hope to float past

a girl with a lilac

knot.

Out of context-Bian Zhilin

You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery,

The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams. Modern Poems Looking forward to Love (4)

White clouds are leisurely

dotted with blue sky

The sunshine is finely

Jumping on the budding branch tips

The winter jasmine is bright and yellow

How can I keep you

Chun Yan whispers

Whose eaves

Gorgeous paper?

The warmth that floats through your fingertips

In the shallow spring scenery

On this interesting day

How can I keep you

The distant green hills

are undulating

Holding hands is a thousand-year-old emotion

A gurgling stream

Clear water

. > Every note is full of nostalgia

At this inseparable moment

How can I retain your modern poem of longing for love (5)

Your face

is always lingering

floating and appearing in the dream

If I don't see you, I will miss you

See you. But I don't know where to start.

Although I love you very much, I'm afraid to go near you.

I'm always careful.

I stand where I am.

I keep that emotion deep in my heart.

I know, it's deceiving myself.

You and I are only parallel. There is no intersection

Is this the cruelest figure

This embarrassing chess game

bothers my heart

I only sigh silently

I have no courage to change

I am afraid,

If you love, you still have to lose

It's better to leave a little room for each other

Maybe this is the most perfect ending. (6)

When a silly boy started to be shy,

I fell in love with you, so I moved without knowing it

Just smiled a few times. I accidentally carved you in my heart.

You were so ignorant and fearless.

You took the fallen leaves off my shoulders with your hands.

I was so moved that I couldn't open my mouth for a while.

My world began to change.

The blue sky I used to see was full of birds.

The breeze and your floating hair still couldn't stop my feverish heart.

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