Poems about birthdays Modern Poetry 1. Modern poems about birthdays
1, Birthday Author: Happy birthday to Chang Haiyun Hyundai, always feeling so pale and powerless; What should I commemorate? What is the real meaning of a birthday? Is it the first baby crying that breaks through the sky, or is it the mother's painful groan and blood shed? This is the birthday, the birth of life; This is life, the first light of life; This is life, the continuation of hope; This is hope, the relay of life! Birthdays are as deep as flowers and as deep as the sea. Birthday is the baptism of blood and fire.
Let's wish it a happy birthday! Let's cheer: Long live the birthday! 2. Birthday Author: The endless trivia of Qinling Stone is more important than the birthday standing in time. I don't know if this is appropriate, but it really bites. After a rainstorm, I ate apples in the yard and ran to midnight, thinking about my wife's hot pot and my children's wishes and entrustment. The precious 40-year-old lattice is almost finished. I am a person who doesn't care much about youth. The stroke of twelve still hurts my mood. Actually, forgetting is one thing. I never care. My birthday is stinging because of some kind of page turning, because some charm after autumn is too close to my birthday in early winter. I'm using a ritual to sparse the truth. Birthdays are a commemoration. 3. Birthday Author: When modern Zhao Qiong was a child, my birthday was a very hot egg. When I grow up, my birthday is a very heavy burden. I staggered with my mother step by step, panting. Birthday is a heavy letter. I watched it again and again, and my mother sighed again and again. Now, birthdays are a big party. I drink one cup at a time, and my mother never talks again. Birthday Author: As soon as the curtain on the horizon opened in July, I heard the rain outside the window, whispering softly that I was a wanderer who celebrated my birthday for the first time in my hometown, and I would get a surprise to untie the memory line from now on. The crisp rain is a birthday song sung by my hometown people. I can't help but walk into the rain and fall in love with this kind and late beat that belongs to me. No birthday candle is longer than today's rain, and no measuring tool can measure the distance from home. From the gorgeous truth, blessings from my hometown poured in one after another, so the rain wrapped in clouds, and I prayed in tears in my hometown for a long time. I know these tears can't be filled, because my birthday is beautiful after the rain in my hometown. 5. Birthday Author: Xuefeng Modern Birthday The lipstick when I was born is a person's life savings. The first call I made to the sky with my toes was received on the deck across the river more than forty years later.
Crying, laughing and tired firecrackers dropped the waterline from the abstract cabin. Since then, the woman has been guarding the phone.
Never left. I picked willow leaves for my sword.
It's windy, rainy and thunderous. Pull a cart on a slope.
Abrasions and shoulder armor fire, light is fleeting. From the weight of snow to the root of beard.
Drink an empty glass of wine and get drunk. I know, I just died temporarily.
Mom, don't be sad. Keep my afterbirth; Keep my fetal hair; Don't cry when I call for the first time.
For this reason, you will lose weight and get sick. You will shed the last tear of the blind eye.
You will die with the tree of desire at the head of the village. Mom, the sunset has cooked dinner for you.
My son is crossing the horizon.
2. Modern poems suitable for birthday gifts
Birthday poem/hermit savage
Life Your fragrance is like a peach blossom.
March is printed on the face of the spring breeze.
Showing an extremely deep red color.
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My touch rolls in
A persistent and shy dewdrop
Slip on your fluttering back
I can't give it anywhere.
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Did you see the feathers resting on the branches?
It's the wind. After several folds, I look back affectionately. Through the wind,
In the clouds where wings leave
That row of exciting shapes.
Has been secretly collected by years.
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Close your eyes and breathe a sigh of relief.
The desire in your palm begins to turn.
That candle is full of happiness, and at this moment,
I'm busy untangling your heart.
That box of warm moonlight
Let the whole bright night
Transparent to you all night.
3. Modern poems about birthdays
When the flowing river feels tired
When the standing forest feels lonely
When the silent earth is bare with pain
Your birthday is far away, along the seasonal river.
I didn't wish you a birthday.
You still smile on this night without a jade bracelet.
You stand in the depths of the petals, breathing all over the floor.
Deep eyes, along the floor
The desolate and air-dried thread crawls.
Your fingers hold a lot.
The young night flows like a screen window.
I miss you peacefully, but I didn't wish you a birthday.
My love, when you are alone away from the lights.
A distant, faint breath
4. Who can write modern poems about birthdays?
Birthday beauty
He Lin
This day is a beautiful day.
Maybe others don't think it's strange.
I have engraved it in my heart.
This day is a beautiful day.
Maybe others are not surprised.
I am praying for this day.
This is your day.
Seventeen years ago today.
There is another elf in the world.
Life has another surprise.
Family adds a kind of beauty.
There is another memorable day on the calendar.
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5. Modern famous birthday greeting poems
We only hunt ourselves.
Birds are neighbors of the air and come from the south of the Yangtze River.
A gunshot may interrupt our flood season.
It may ruin the spring tide, the wife of the river merchant
Her opinion may also include you.
Your daughter may be her crying belt.
Hills are included, and white rabbits often get lost.
Ten years ago you chased them, and ten years later you were chased.
Because the moon is a mirror hanging high in the south.
The flowers are desperate and run away with their prey.
You have lost a country, and the fallen flowers can't be brushed away.
A quiet kiss may cast a net to catch a lake of goldfish.
Including you, the loved body cannot escape.