Prose poetry is a modern literary style, a modern lyrical literary genre that has the characteristics of both poetry and prose. It combines some of the expressive characteristics of poetry and descriptive prose. The following are beautiful prose poems that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Beautiful Prose Poetry 1
First meeting, beautiful
Like an article, there is always a beautiful beginning
Then, slowly I have my own thoughts< /p>
Use your own thinking to write the story behind
In this article, there are many "teachers" to help you correct it
There are good people and bad people
< p> If you listen, the article may not be too gorgeousIf you don’t listen, the article may not be too boring
I just hope that when you are free to read this article
No regrets, no regrets
Always thinking about the meaning of life
At this point, the only thing that comes to mind
is just a sense of responsibility
< p> Be responsible for those who love youDon’t want to disappoint those you love
Disappointment, such a strong word
What does it feel like?
Maybe there is regret and helplessness,
But it is so powerless
In short, I feel heartbroken.
The most helpless thing is:
I did not give up on you, but you gave up on yourself. Beautiful prose poem 2
I have doubted the meaning of life countless times
Until I met you
You are a miracle and the only one
You are in my heart, sketching traces of lovesickness
You are in my heart, which is my most perfect ending
I am always behind you
Between us
p>Only one step back. Beautiful prose poem 3
Walking quietly on the street, quietly recalling the past
Quietly staying where you are, quietly remembering your hometown
The wind blew away the fallen leaves and broke the thoughts
Illusory yet real
Looking up, the gloomy sky
It was another lonely rain
My thoughts are far away
The wind rises again
Can you bring my thoughts to you
Take them to the clouds
Take them to the horizon Beautiful prose poem 4
Sometimes I feel that God is cruel
Because he will separate all the people who love each other
Or maybe I haven’t experienced that yet Love
The kind of love that cannot be expressed in words
The kind of love that I admire
In their eyes
Yin and Yang are separated
Maybe it’s just physical separation
As long as you love each other, he will always be there
It’s just a different way of accompanying you
God There is also his helplessness
All things alternate, and there are laws in the end
May we make a promise in this life
I will embrace beautiful prose poetry 5 in another life
Spring Festival Oh!
Once a year,
Three hundred and sixty-five days,
You are the leader.
Busy people,
At this time, stop here with you,
The tired body has found a place to live.
The wanderer nestles in your arms,
Reunite with your loved ones!
——
When your bell rings,
Firecrackers resound across the earth.
People who stay up late on New Year's Eve,
Never feel tired,
Worship ghosts and gods;
Worship heaven and earth.
The white clouds and the air are filled with laughter and laughter!
——
The children raised their buttocks and bowed to their parents,
The elders prepared New Year's gifts for their children.
The girls are in all their glory;
The young men are proud and proud.
People hear the roar of the old wine being scalding,
They hear the peaceful chant of the melting snow!
The footsteps of the warm breeze stop on everyone’s smiling faces.
Spring Festival!
Hosted a grand party for people!
——
In the text message,
I wish you all the best,
I pour out my heartfelt words of family and friendship.
Looking at each other across the screen,
Knocking on a symphony of words and science!
A message,
Inspire thousands of eyes,
Ignite the incense and fragrance stored in thousands of generations,
No matter how far away Everything is within easy reach.
——
Spring Festival!
The smile is on your lips,
Like flowers and jade;
Warmth is on your chest,
Like fire, Like tea.
A piece of comfort, a piece of love;
A piece of warmth, a piece of sincerity;
Once home, a lifetime of family affection.
——
Who sent away the cold winter?
Who awakened the sleeping earth!
Who lights up the dead branches?
Who has decorated the countryside and the city!
Spring Festival!
The messenger of time,
The train of time begins here,
Carrying dreams,
Carrying expectations, < /p>
Singing the sonorous hymn of life,
Sail towards the ideal kingdom! Beautiful prose poem 6
Guess it is good or bad
No matter what the ending is, I will never leave
Love is not a simple confession
From the moment I refused to hang up the phone
I thought I could fall in love with you
Love is painful or happy
My choice will never change
In a daze alone
Think about your misbehavior and cuteness
I am clumsy and will not make too many promises
I will only miss you more. The future is a long road
You are indispensable to happiness
Meeting you is accidental and liking you is natural
Love I resolutely fell in love with you and I am happy to get you
It is inevitable that I will accompany you throughout my life. Beautiful prose poem 7
Those little dandelions scattered in the gaps,
Downy, white flowers bloomed in dense layers.
Autumn lovesickness passed through the shades of the trees and swept away the sparse flowers of dandelions.
I held your hand tightly and looked at your slowly closing eyes,
I realized that fate always lingers in our lives stingily,
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You said you would accompany me to the end of my life.
In the end, it was just an unforgettable wound.
Our love has become the most luxurious thing for Dandelion. of waiting.
The autumn wind blows and the snowflakes fall,
The goose-feathered snow covers the withered branches of dandelions, like the tenderness of first love,
And you have already Yingluo falls at the end of heaven, silently watching over my remaining loneliness.
I love and worry, I am happy and sad,
Will the end of the dandelion blooming for the second time still retain your tenderness in the past?
Love is the wound that is torn after love, showing the bright red flesh and blood wantonly.
Dandelion is the survival of love after separation, forcibly retaining a body that has escaped from the body. 's body.
I have sent all the invitations to you in the kingdom of heaven, leaving only myself a steadfast waiting.
The next year, when the wind rises, will the autumn wind carry it? Your past promises and endless sorrow?
Dandelion, the white flower of love tragedy,
How should you let the lover who remains in the world live? Beautiful Prose Poetry 8
Yiren lives by the water
Early summer begins with
a drop of transparent dew
On the side of the water
Azalea standing by the water
Full of happy croaking frogs
Facing the beauty’s smile
A hundred years of water is still wet Old
It is just right to use water as a mirror
To refresh the sunshine in early summer
This summer
The wind comes from the southeast
Draw a trail of coolness in my heart
Let a few rays of coolness shine through in this sultry summer
The wind comes from the southeast
Ignite the inner desire of the season
The simple emotions of spring
The blossoms bloom in the heart of summer
This summer wind< /p>
How dazzling
Like the hope planted in my childhood
Enriching my future
Listening to summer
< p> The croaking frogsBetween the seedlings and the green trees
Use the highest vocal range
to mark the harvest scale
The night filled the countryside
So thick that the whole land was singing
The cicadas chirped along the mottled light and shadow among the branches
Walking slowly Come down and walk up
Corn cherry blossoms, the flat singing voice
Sounds from the depths of the lunar calendar
The light yellow notes
< p> Make the farmer's proverbs ripe and fragrantThe sound of rain marks out the territory of the season
Jump for joy on the growing crops
Grab a handful The sound of rain is placed in the ears of the seedlings
They grinned throughout the summer
Listen, the footsteps of rice, watermelon and fruits
Running forward sonorously Walking and running
One's summer
Compared with spring or autumn
One's summer
is a bouquet of beautiful roses
The fragrance of blooming flowers shakes the buds in the distance
The forgotten flower scent
The watch that penetrates the night
Those who sang The song
Has dried on the red lips
A person is blown by the breeze
Facing the changeable weather
Is a little bird waiting to fly
Looking forward to flying freely in the sun
Standing on a high place, a person’s summer
Full of fragrance and warmth Memories
Shadows of flowers and fruits
Rivers deeply implanted in life
◎Bright mood
Sudden and warming seasons
Open the doors and windows and let the hot air
Blow into the room and blow all over your body
Let your desires be naked
The blood is steaming
A bright mood comes with the wind
What is unfolding before our eyes
is the desire to be forever young
Busy season
A group of bees
Busy in the flowers
They catch the low-flying summer
A group of people are busy in the fields
They bend Lower your waist to cut wheat and plant crops
The eyelashes of green grass are longer than dreams
Occasionally, one or two folk songs straighten up
Wearing earrings of the moon
Joy in the busy season
Between crops
Window coming and going
◎Listen
Frogs croaked like clear raindrops
From the depths of the blue night
Coming brightly
Soaring lightly
A drop of dew unfolds a crystal clear summer
The sound of plucking the seedlings is mesmerizing
As if wine has drunken the eardrums and memory
There are golden waves of rice. Waves surge in front of your eyes
The quiet sunshine is full of the breath of green grass
It gives people a desire to fly
The sound of birds falls into the heart one by one< /p>
What grows is verdant hope. Beautiful Prose Poetry 9
The calendar in my heart tore off page after page,
Turned into endless longing, flying to to distant border defenses.
Dear: Ever since the news came that you wanted to visit my family,
I have been standing under the big tree at the entrance of the village every day, looking into the distance!
We have only been separated for a mere ten months, but it feels like we have been separated by thousands of years.
The hunger and thirst of the soul are like those who are short of water in the desert, eagerly looking forward to it. Your return.
Yesterday I went to see my parents on the hillside, and our lovely baby.
I told them softly that our relatives are coming back!
They use their silent attitude to share my joy and sorrow.
I have been weaving white lies for several months to deceive you from afar.
I don’t know how to explain the desolation of this home when I met you.
It was all that harmful mudslide. When I was helping others on the front line,
But my dearest and dearest relatives at home were buried, which made me heartbroken!
Maybe you will blame me for forgetting your instructions, maybe you will blame me for not taking good care of my relatives,
But as the village director, how can I do it in the face of a major disaster? Xiaojia,
If you forget the heavy burden on your shoulders, you will not be able to face the Jiangdong elders!
When I was cooking last night, I actually forgot to add water.
When the smell of burning came, I woke up from my trance.
Dear: My heart aches! That gut-wrenching feeling was about to tear my heart apart.
When I reported on the phone that I was safe, did you know that my heart was bleeding?
I really wanted to hold you and cry bitterly, venting the sadness in my heart.
However, reason tells me that I cannot...
The leaves on the tree have fallen, just like the hope in my heart scattered on the ground,
My loved ones! I am waiting for your return under this tree.
In a trance, I seem to hear your hurried footsteps heading towards my hometown.
My expectant eyes turned into a picture of longing to return.
p>
In the afterglow of the setting sun, I set up a pergola with my hands and sat down to become a statue of my husband. Beautiful Prose Poetry 10
Dreams are all kinds of things to us
Reunion in another way after growing up
I have been having dreams lately
Dreams Familiar and unfamiliar ones
Good or bad
We all smile like flowers
Dreams are us in different shapes
The most sincere appearance
The story never ends
It’s just the people in the story
Another batch changes
Every time it ends It's all a new beginning
Every reunion is a reminder of the past
It's strange that even if we haven't seen each other for many years
I can still recognize the memories. A blurry face
We said too many goodbyes along the way
In fact, we didn’t see each other again
We all thought that time would not be cruel
Later on, the people around me changed one after another
Only a few of them saw each other in the end
Some fragments of last night’s dream stopped and became a picture
In that scene, you are laughing and I am making trouble
We have never thought about the time of separation as when we first met
It has been a year, we have met and we have not seen each other
Those who have been contacted and those who have not been contacted'
Those who remember and those who do not remember
It was rainy and cloudy four years ago today
On the court We are not yet familiar with each other, but we are all in uniform. We can still hear the guitar sound of the seniors in the classroom.
The gentle whispers of the seniors. It hasn’t disappeared yet
Four years later, we are in and out of the workplace and scattered all over the world
We can meet and say hello without even walking on the road
The days of hanging around each other are long gone No
The best memorial seems to be a simple wish
The dream is far away, but the memories are never too pretentious
May we all be well, and may we still be able to goodbye.
Beautiful Prose Poetry 11
When I think of you, I don’t know if it’s you, I just think
You are beautiful, very beautiful, a kind of beauty in the stillness of time
I want to say, you are a person
Perhaps, this is a longing
I want to say, you are a story
With sadness and confusion
p>
I want to say that you are a landscape
There are memories that cannot be erased
I want to say that you are an object
< p>Perhaps, engraved with extraordinary meaningYou may be so clear, or so blurry that it makes people confused
But thinking of you is a kind of beauty, beautiful prose in the stillness of time Poetry 12
Be a crop and stay in the field
Grow joints, blossom and bear fruit
Warm the father’s hoe and sickle
Let everyone The image of each season
Sweet as poetry in the eyes of my father
Make a handful of grass seeds and scatter them on both sides of the country road
So, my words
Turn green together with the grass
The road home is clear and vivid
Poems full of nostalgia
Not afraid of wildfires, reborn in spring
My hometown sits on the grass roots
Peaceful and calm
Or take a look at the creek
From The roots of some complicated and complex things
Ignore the vicissitudes of life, ignore the pain
Travel quietly
The prosperity and decline of the hometown and yearning
Just keep it in your heart and don’t make it public
Just like my mother, how much she misses me
After meeting, she will urge me to hurry on the road
The trees on the roadside , the fixed direction of the wind
The barking of the dog, the aroma of the evening meal
will lead passionately
My hometown is not far away, but in my heart
The lonely lamp illuminates the night and the sky and earth are quiet, and the young man is at a loss as he picks up his pen.
Looking at the burning fireflies in the distance, the three brothers were enjoying themselves.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
Full of worries and nowhere to sigh, it is useless to sit in the long night.
The young man holds his head high and wants to stand on the ground, but only when he bows his head will he know that nothing will be accomplished.
Although the nine-bend road to heaven has twists and turns, there is no need to worry about your heroic spirit.
The road ahead is not going to see the two old men tired, and I don’t know how to ask the sky.
Wind and rain transform into dragons, many hardships arise, but one general’s achievements make thousands of bones rot.
Although this is the truth in the world, young people are ignorant and confused.
A man swallows mountains and rivers with great force, and his tears cannot be swept away by the wind.
Farewell My Concubine, the overlord, gnaws at the bones and mourns, and the love of the people in the world becomes even stronger.
Life is a vast road to heaven, and fame is even more worrying before it becomes a dream.
The young man is melancholy for no reason, and the moon is alone in the bright night.
I know clearly that there is a rhythm in poetry, but I am distracted by the rules.
Tang poetry is vast and uninhibited, but the writing power is not enough.
The young man is left alone to deal with his sorrows and thoughts, and has the bodhicitta in the blue sky and white clouds. Beautiful Prose Poetry 14
The waves on the Red Cliff are so majestic,
The king of Wei wears a bronze bird with red makeup.
Zhou Yu became famous for his fire fighting.
Du Mu wrote quatrains while lining the river,
Dongpo rowed his oars and composed poems.
The beautiful strokes of flowers show desolation.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Giving the wind to blow the flowing charm
Don't let the spring breeze blow the soul of the willow,
The lingering wind blows the red dust.
The running water washes away worries,
The chaos ripples.
Li Yu’s love poems bring tears to her eyes,
Yi An’s clear rhyme pen leaves traces.
Slender and gentle, mocking Liu Yong,
Conquering the universe. Beautiful prose poem 15
Prodigal son,
Where are you going?
Deep in the blue ocean,
You seem lonely. A piece of sail,
Wandering aimlessly,
Where is the harbor for your return.
Prodigal son,
Where are you going?
To the top of the white clouds thousands of miles away,
You are like a lone eagle,
Aimlessly flying,
Where is your nest when the curtain falls.
Prodigal son,
Where are you going?
In the vast snowy land,
You are like a snow wolf,
Running aimlessly,
Where is your warm home.
Prodigal son,
Where are you going?
Even to the ends of the earth and the ends of the sea,
Even to the ends of the earth and heaven. Old man,
Even if the sea dries up and the rocks rot,
Will you continue to wander?
Go home,
There is the harbor for your return,
There are no strong winds and waves,
Only the slightest comfort .
Go home,
There is your nest where the curtain falls,
There is no danger,
Only the deep warmth.
Go home,
Prodigal son,
That beautiful hometown,
is the love of your life. Beautiful prose poem 16
A busy figure
A kind and amiable face
A thin body
A pair of rough Hardworking hands
Heavy housework
You work hard without complaining
No matter how hard and tired you are
No complaints
You face life calmly
Show your strength in the face of difficulties
For the happiness of your children
No matter how young you are
No matter how old you are No matter how difficult it is
You hold on with a smile
No matter how difficult life is
You never let your children suffer the slightest injustice
No matter how difficult it is for you
How much hardship and tiredness have you endured
Watching your children grow up happily
The bitter tears in your heart
Like the warm spring breeze
Blow and melt the remaining winter ice and snow
Melt into sweet nectar
Moisturize your dry heart
Water the garden of your soul
Your love is selfless
She is the only selfless love in the world
She does not ask for anything
She does not ask for anything in return< /p>
Your love is great
She has no flaws
No hypocrisy at all
Just giving willingly
< p> I have devoted everything to your most beloved and beloved childrenEvery piece of your love
is the steaming heat of your hot blood
The hard work you have put in
has earned you the most affectionate title in the world
The greatest name
Mother's beautiful prose poem 17
Feng'er, take a rest
Please allow me to write a love letter
Lend me your wings
Give it to someone far away
Many, many words
Keep them in my heart
Too long, too long
The geese will not come
It’s hard to send red beans
I can only bury her deep in the night
Waiting for the opportunity
Feng'er, if you reach her window
Please push the window open
p>
Don’t interrupt
Her sweet dream
If you can approach her bed
Please use your wings< /p>
Touch her face gently
Just like my gentle palm
Remember? Feng'er
When you leave, please never forget
To bring back a piece of her for me
Fragrant and beautiful prose poem 18
The sun has set. Dusk is approaching.
I stood in the humble room of the rural school, watching the changes in the dusk scene in front of me.
I saw milk mist covering the mountains.
Gradually, in the far horizon, the mist of milk was mixed with the dimness of gray. The sky is getting darker.
The distant mountains are shrouded in gray fog, gradually immersed in the tranquility and lightness of blue.
Nearby, tender green leaves. Gradually it turns into dark green, dark green, and even a black silhouette.
The window bars covered with rust stains also stood darkly beside the window.
The goddess of the night walked out of the corner of the room, shook her shawl, and the room was suddenly filled with mist. The hands I stretched out were just black masses.
As if to welcome the arrival of the night god, people on the other side of the river turned on their lights. The light ushered in the depth of the night.
The sky is getting darker and darker. It seems that Miss Tian took the dark canopy that had been hung for a long time to the laundry; at the same time, she made a joke with the people on the earth and covered the sky with a piece of black paper. The sky suddenly became extremely dark.
After all, the joke only lasts for a while. Time is short.
Suddenly, another piece of light blue appeared in the sky. It flickered and slowly turned into dark blue, dark blue, and even deep and boundless black.
Maybe the moon will rise?
No, today is only the fifth day of August.
Never mind it! Isn't the moonless dusk more peaceful than the moonlit dusk?
This deep twilight - I like it! Beautiful Prose Poetry 19
The flowers bloom at the heart-beating moment,
The emerald-like sky sheds pillars of warm morning light.
The boiling earth is shouted by you and I shout with my pen...
You shout for the warm spring,
I shout for the Chinese years with spring blood flowing through it. .
Oh, you are here, and spring is here too.
The boundless bay contains your attachment and my yearning...
You and I met in the warm spring,
We met between the lines.
Although we have never met,
But my thinking heart has been ignited by the morning light...
I am like an ancient bronze bell shouting in the wind,
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You are as beautiful as the plum blossoms in the snow.
You paint the world with your pen,
I hide in the forest in the mountains to praise you.
You sing the praises of the world,
Ignite the hot heart.
I am reduced to a wasteland, admiring your youthful years.
The decayed roots of ancient trees are not as strong as poplars in promoting spring!
The Kangzhuang Avenue has your spring,
The deep mountains and valleys have your attachment.
Your poems warm the winter,
You and I were destined to meet each other in the later years of the second Tang Dynasty.
Beautiful Prose Poetry 20
Another year of good autumn weather
Another year of missing parting
The gentle autumn light
A touch of cold river Loneliness
In the dream, the cherry blossoms are soft and graceful
In the dream, the sound of the flute is like the sound of nature
Here, the autumn leaves are cut with dead butterflies
Here, the sound of the flute is sad
There are light blue distant mountains and lakes in the dream
Colors like dreams
As mellow as fine wine
I stand The mountaintops covered with fallen leaves
Looking at the desolate world
There is only the loneliest and helpless sadness in the world
The lonely soul in the world of mortals
Whose lost thoughts and concerns
Wandering in the shallow autumn
Helpless, my dream
Painful, this heart Heart
But I can no longer find an excuse
Autumn is the season of loss
That innocent child in the snow
That The young man in the shadow of plum blossoms under the moonlight
Just lose everything in this silent autumn
It’s too easy to let go
One flower, one world, one flower Ye Yi Tathagata
Spring comes and flowers grow green, autumn leaves fall
Thousands of degrees in the world
Destined origins and conditions are destroyed and the head is empty
Break, let go, feel free
Time is fragile, and time makes people grow old
Where the dream is, the heart is there
Where the soul is, the home is
Sentiment is bitter, love begets sorrow
Infatuation is entangled, and the years are whirling
Looking back a thousand times
At this moment, it is no longer Look back