Modern Poetry of Tempest 1 Tempest
The wind always apologizes.
Ray is always unfriendly.
When I was still on my way home
The clouds began to splash.
originally
I don't care about the little things.
then
It's everywhere.
I didn't shelter from the rain.
god
I have no umbrella.
hurried
Bump into your arms
From this time on.
Walk into the wind and rain all your life
Storm of Modern Poetry 2 Rain City
yesterday
It is raining in this city.
From morning till night.
From east to west
The continuous rain is chilling.
Scattered but restrained.
Lilac complex
In the misty rain
Countless eager eyes
Gather into a bright starry sky
Once familiar city
Why did it suddenly rain?
A dripping and chic display
Sadness is
Tightness of reinforced concrete
A storm is coming.
Lightning flashed across
Tear open the canopy.
Rain is tears.
Tears are rain.
The pouring river is surging.
Flooding the face of the city
The dream-chasing soul fled and fell.
On the emerging edge of the city
Sadness is scattered all over the floor.
Modern poetry storm 3 rainy days
It's raining, and it's raining again
Do you feel cold when you see your wet face?
Have you seen the camouflage world outside?
Both the lost and the happy disappeared in the wet rain at night.
Sadness crawled all over my face, just to escape the panic in my heart.
i still don’t get it. A little fuzzy
You said you loved him, and he said he loved her.
They are all very busy. Why?
A quiet world cannot take you away quietly.
There is a place for you in the grave of love after all.
Two lost young people are not together in a strange city.
It's raining, and it's raining again
Get up in a panic and disappear in the black rain at night.
Where does the midnight bus go?
a sigh
Time has passed. Do you feel tired?
Have you ever thought about facing the dusk?
There are a pair of open wings waiting for you.
Wait for you.
i still don’t get it. We are all old.
What are you up to?
Please don't tell me that all you say and do is love.
Come and go, repeat the upside-down world
The absurd ending is no longer the beginning of the story.
You and I are still waiting in this world.
It's raining, and it's raining again
Do you have that moving melody in your heart?
It's raining, and it's raining again
Silent ending
Rain, rain, rain again.
Silent ending
Modern storm poem 4 the story of rain
collide
collide
It's raining.
I stood in front of the windowsill.
See the big blue sea and the sky
A little bitter, a little salty.
Colorful traffic
Ventilation of exhaust pipe
Swing wiper
The driver held his breath.
The engine seems to have old sputum.
swallow
I can't spit it out.
This is as low as eating a lion's nest.
Pedestrians on the road are shivering.
A propped flower umbrella
Step aside
Enough to wake a flock of seagulls.
The voice of the road commander growled.
Look around before and after passing by.
There was a flash of red lightning that attracted everyone's attention.
White shoes with feet
Wearing a red dress
Wear a green hairpin.
Charming beauty
Suddenly the wind blew.
Trying to alarm the appearance of beautiful women
The yellow umbrella is difficult to take.
sound of crying or vomiting
The umbrella was blown to the dirt road.
With rain and dew
Good, helpless.
Fortunately, I didn't hurt my skin.
One step and two steps
Move the dance steps to the umbrella
I have a small umbrella.
Wherever you go, she will protect you.
After a while.
Americans will contact her again.
advance
A yellow broom
There is a yellow cloth there.
Yellow sanitation workers rolled up their sleeves.
the hardships of travel
A brim dripping with rain
I can't see the face in front of me clearly.
And beautiful ordinary faces.
I lost my eyes.
The story of rainy days
visible
Invisible
Dragonflies in the air
Wing wiping
smirk
smirk
It's raining.
Modern Poetry of Storms 5 Rainy afternoons
If it rains outside the window.
Raindrops fall on hard objects.
I woke up sleeping in the rain.
Dreams are intermittent.
It's nice to have a rainy afternoon on the weekend.
Everyone is retreating to the life they want.
I put aside my boring ideas.
Circle yourself into a square inch.
There are relaxing nerves in the soft quilt.
I close my eyes and don't look at the outside world.
At rest.
Go back to infancy
I tied myself in three hours.
When you fall asleep, you will fall into a scattered dream.
Wake up and think of some warm moments.
Confused and free.
Strangely, no phone call came in.
A lonely afternoon
It is full of quiet silence and freedom.
It is also full of loneliness and isolation.
The sky is disappearing. I'm like a hibernating bug.
Just woke up, motionless.
The rain outside the window is as light as a song.
Fall down one by one. Me, listen quietly.
In the distance, a mother called for a playful child.
Raise your voice, lower your voice, and go on.
Reminds me of my childhood village,
Every dusk
Mother standing at the entrance of the village as a landscape calling us back.
This afternoon, I was alone.
Both of them are poems.