Plant modern poetry

Modern Plant Poetry 1

"A Leaf"

Author: Sea Breeze

A Leaf

The leaves falling in spring

Reluctantly

Also helpless

The branches, leaves and buds do not pay attention

A leaf

Leaves falling off branches in spring

Longing for spring

Bathing in the sunshine

A leaf

A leaf falling alone

Want to kiss the earth

Turn it into spring mud and protect the flowers

But I don’t know where the wind will take it

Modern Plant Poetry 2

There are two different pieces of porcelain in my room

One is used to hold items

The other is used to entertain gods

The surface used to hold things is very rough

The texture used to comfort the gods is very thin and brittle

One day the one that held things fell to the ground

I threw it outside in anger

The one that offered me Yitianshen one day

also fell to the ground with a gap

I carefully packed it up

and left it damaged and placed it in a more conspicuous place

As time passed, I saw that she became plumper and moisturized

Her wounds seemed to be shining with the light of beauty

I gazed at her more and more intently

Unexpectedly, she finally abandoned me

Even the ashes were gone Nothing remains

Disappeared into the air and my sight

Plant Modern Poetry 3

The Pear Tree

Hilda Dooley Terr

Silver dust mist

rising from the ground

I can’t reach it with my hand

You rise so high

Oh, silver

I can’t reach it with my hand

Your flowers are blooming towards us

No other flowers can bloom

Such firm and pure white petals

No other flower can separate silver from such rare silver

O pure white pear blossom

blooming on the branches

Use your purple heart

Bring summer and ripe fruits

Modern Plant Poetry 4

Plants

I thought I was a sun-facing plant

It needs the care of the sun and a broad space

Facing the wind and rain, facing the spring and autumn

So happy

Put roots deep into the ordinary, into the gaps

Grow strong and try not to be barren

War, axe, fire, disease

Life that cannot be escaped

Maybe there will be sadness

Otherwise why is it so bent like a sad heart< /p>

Maybe it will be sad

Otherwise why would the leaves fall

Always looking up

Praying for the years

Traces of white clouds flying crazily in the blue sky

Look at the sun shining so warmly and cleanly in front of you

Over and over again, year after year

Gradually the rough skin can withstand it Carving

Chains in the bones, circles

Mountains are still mountains

Brothers and sisters around are vigorous and spreading

Forests< /p>

I am lost in the middle

Change, betrayal, rotation, lingering

They are all far away

Standing, stiff, is a habit< /p>

I want to go to the edge and understand another language

Lying, acting, hypocrisy, running around, smoke of gunpowder

That is the world

There There are also laziness, struggle, revolution, conspiracy, creation, and longing

How subjective

The meaning is up to you to judge

Choose or wait

Why do they have classes, wealth gaps, corruption and festivals

Why do they deprive us of our territory and eliminate our ancestors

Cut off our origins

Later , why reshape us?

When we grow up, we mean value, to them

Let it be tattered if it is tattered

I am just a plant facing the sun

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Modern Plant Poetry 5

"Twirling Leaves"

Author: Zhonghua Xun

Autumn Wind is Coming

Hold by Singing a wandering song

Like an angel with broken wings

Comforting the sad leaves

The autumn rain has arrived

Wrapped in a Bitter tears

Like a fairy tale turned into reality

Lonely stone bench in the shower

Blowing away

the flowing long hair

In the rain

Can’t see clearly that they are flowing tears

The falling leaves, with the arrival of the autumn wind, swirl from the branches Falling;

I miss the greenness of the past and the sunshine;

Maybe there is your story in it, and my story, I don’t know how long I have been wandering;

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Excessively hoping that the beautiful girl is my angel;

When everything becomes a reality, the beautiful butterfly has its wings broken,

The autumn wind is Isn't it stroking my wounded heart? Is the autumn rain removing my loneliness from the world?

I'm annoyed that it disturbs your flowing hair, and I'm annoyed that it's raining all over my body at this time.

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It’s not that I feel sad because of the falling leaves; it’s not that the stone bench I once sat on is empty