What modern poems are about love? Now please enjoy the modern love poems I brought.
Modern Poetry Describing Love: Balcony
Baudelaire
What modern poems are about love? Now please enjoy the modern love poems I brought.
Modern Poetry Describing Love: Balcony
Baudelaire France
The mother I remember, the lover of my lover,
All my happiness, all my respect!
You, have you ever remembered the tenderness of caress,
The warmth of the fireside, the charm of dusk,
The mother I remember, the lover among lovers!
On those nights, there was burning coal,
The evening on the balcony is rosy.
How warm you are and how good your heart is!
We often talk about immortal things.
In those nights, there was burning coal.
How beautiful the sunshine is in the warm dusk!
How deep the universe is and how strong the mind is!
My queen, when I bow to you,
I seem to smell your blood,
How beautiful the sunshine is in the warm dusk!
The night is getting darker, as if the partition wall is slowly closed.
My eyes guessed your eyes in the dark,
I sip your breath, honey and poison!
Your feet fell asleep in my friendly hands.
The night is getting thicker, as if the partition wall is slowly closed.
I know how to recall happy times,
Curled up in your lap, I relived the past.
Because ah, where can I find your tired beauty?
Except for your warm heart and lovely body?
I know how to recall happy times.
Those vows, fragrant, endless kisses,
Will it be resurrected in the abyss,
It's like bathing in the deep sea,
The sun that regained its youth rose to the sky again?
Those vows, fragrance, endless kisses.
Modern poems describing love: I wish I were your summer.
Dickinson Corp.
I wish I were your summer,
When summer flies!
I'm still the music in your ear,
When nightingales and orioles are exhausted.
Bloom for you, escape from the cemetery,
Let my flowers bloom in rows!
Please take me off, Qiu Peony-
Your flowers-yours forever!
Translated by Jiang Feng
I just smiled and said goodbye to you.
Jane Denean Shah Nepali
I just smiled and said goodbye to you.
But I turned around and was busy wiping away the tears that were dripping quietly.
When you just left me
I calculated your return date in a hurry.
Although this is only two days.
But it gets on my nerves.
Like forgetting something, like missing something.
What is missing?
It's like a desert in a noisy crowd.
Just like the moon abandoned the stars and hid itself.
Every moment of these two days and nights is so annoying.
Even time walks wearily.
It turns out that wonderful songs are so annoying.
Just like a flower withered, only thorns were left.
Translated by Chen Minyi
We won't say goodbye
Akhmatova, Russia
We won't say goodbye,-
Walk side by side.
It's dusk,
You meditate, I am silent.
The two of us walked into the church and saw
Prayer, baptism, marriage,
We came out without looking at each other. ...
Why didn't we do this?
The two of us came to the cemetery,
Sitting in the snow and sighing softly,
You draw a palace with a stick,
We will live there forever in the future.
Modern Poetry Describing Love: Monologue
Pas Mexico
Under the bare colonnade,
Between dreams and nothingness,
The sound of your name
Wear my sleepless nights.
Your long red hair,
This is lightning in summer,
With sweet power * * *
The back of the night rises and falls
Dark flowing water in a dream
Surging through the ruins,
Created you from nothing:
The braid of pain has been forgotten.
The wet coast at night,
Horizontal Chen is a slap in the face.
Sleepwalking in the sea and seeing nothing.
Wesley Wang
My heart and everything to me.
Camons Portuguese
My heart and everything to me.
I want you to take it,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
My treat.
There is nothing you have never conquered.
You took its life,
With its death,
If I have anything to lose,
I hope you can take me there,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
Modern poetry about love: when you are old
Ye Zhi Irish
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
Modern Poetry Describing Love: Eve's Love
Milton England
I have always forgotten talking to you;
Forget the season, and the change of the season;
I can't remember; The smell in the morning is the sweetest-
How sweet! After a while, add the early bird.
The first whistle; In the east, the sun rises,
Give the beautiful rivers and mountains another layer of golden light and red.
Dewdrops, sparkling flowers, trees and fruits,
How lovely; After taking a shower,
Fertile land smells of earth; How beautiful-
Modern Poetry Describing Love: Spring
-For a lady
Ximenes Spanish
Roses give off the freshest fragrance,
The purest starlight keeps flashing.
The nightingale cries in the deepest voice.
Sing a beautiful night.
The smell hurts my body,
The cold stars in the sky covered my forehead,
The clear praise of the nightingale
Reminded me of my unfortunate fate, tears welled up in my eyes.
This is not the strange melancholy of the past,
Although it invaded my heart,
But it tastes sweeter than honey. ...
I hope you can make roses make me happy,
Let the stars inspire my poetry,
Let the nightingale sing to please my heart.