New modern poetry

New modern poetry 1

Who painted the picture

Like a dream

Who told the story

Let each other yearn for each other

There is no sadness in love

The autumn wind has risen

The fallen leaves must be yellow

Whose life is hesitant

< p> Whose love?

Swaying with the words

How long is life?

I still have courage, but it is useless

For you

< p> Let go of the worldly vision

Lean on each other and face the storm

Who? who!

Can’t push away death

The passing of time is the past

Candlelight, dusk

Flow quietly

Leave everything behind for you

Become my bride

Put on new clothes

Still, longing for a beautiful place

Such a story

The wilderness is like a dream

Life is in drama

Smoke and clouds in plain clothes sing lightly

For you

Get rid of worldly vision

Lean each other and face the wind and waves New clothes modern poetry 2

I was invited to visit the emperor’s fashion,

The display in the wardrobe Wearing countless, extremely gorgeous costumes.

But Your Majesty,

Why are you doing this today?

Walking on the T stage in full view of everyone.

How could there be such a thing in the world,

A shameless dressmaker,

Covered you with deceitful and flattering clothes.

How could there be such a thing in the world?

The stupid emperor who is ignorant and reckless,

regards shame as glory.

I began to regret and blame myself.

I have done makeup for you several times.

Many people began to criticize my taste and direction.

I began to regret and feel ashamed,

I actually stood in the middle of the pilgrim crowd,

Watching you amid the boos and applause.

I began to feel heartbroken and hesitant,

Why can’t an emperor be a good emperor?

But he performs transparent fashions on the catwalk.

I began to resent everyone's appreciation,

I can no longer cheer and applaud you,

I'm afraid that my hands will be cursed and get sores again.

I began to search for you among the pilgrims,

for that young man who had been lost for many years,

who dared to speak and shout.

I am extremely ashamed of my arrival,

I am extremely ashamed of my proud spectators,

I am ashamed of my hands that almost applauded and praised abnormal.

How could there be such a clothing maker in the world?

How could there be such an emperor in the world?

How could there not be a fearless young man in the world?