In everyday life, everyone must have been exposed to some commonly used poems. In form, poetry is not based on sentences, but on behavior, and its branches are mainly based on rhythm, not meaning. In fact, many friends don't know what kind of poems are good. The following poems are suitable for reciting love, for reference only, and I hope they will help you.
Poetry suitable for reciting love 1 I have grown up.
The illusory network let me down.
There are too many trifles to say.
I choose to give up my fantasy.
I have grown up.
Ruthless years make me unforgettable.
There are too many dark nights, so I watch them one by one.
Fragile dream.
I choose to scoff.
I have grown up.
There are 10,000 reasons why I feel uncomfortable.
Accustomed to it, when the cold wind blows.
Autumn wind is like a knife.
I choose to be alone.
I have grown up.
You know, some things can only be faced by yourself.
Cold choice,
Like goose feather and heavy snow in winter,
Frozen my childhood smile,
Frozen my fiery heart.
I have no choice.
I am not sad, I am not happy.
I have a numb expression,
Like eyes in the dark,
Keenly observe everyone and everything.
Every step I took left a deep footprint.
The poem suitable for reciting Love 2 is very lovely.
These children
Is it beautiful?
Cute.
that
The mother of a poor child must have the most stories.
that
The mother of a poor child
There must be the most' expected'.
There are so many loveliness.
No matter how shabby your clothes are.
Among the partners
You can still feel everything.
Love mom
Fall in love with her story
Love mom.
Look at her.
She saw you in rags on June 1 day.
Feel wronged and want to cry
Your clothes were worn out on June 1st.
A happy smile
Love mom.
Because mom is cute.
Poetry suitable for reciting love 3 longing for love
Love. I long for love.
I will try to love.
I will remember my vows to love.
Remember me in the throb of youth.
I will still hold your hand after my youth.
Hold me tight in the long river of years.
I will accompany you to drift in this river.
Until it floats to the end.
Tidal ebb
Can't change my strong desire for love
Flowers bloom and fall.
I can't dilute my firm belief in love.
If spring mud is fresh soil.
Late autumn is the afternoon sunset.
Neon lights are a scene of prosperity.
Then love must be a sincere watch
Midnight in winter, willow sighing by the roadside.
A bustling street, a corner forgotten by people.
Pavilion chairs by the lake, streams in the mountain stream.
I have a longing for love for all this.
That feeling, intense heat.