Poetry about loneliness?

1: Loneliness

I am struggling

subtly

I always like

to be alone in the corner

Walking through the passage of time

Always trying to escape

The rays of the sun

The haggardness in my heart

Always letting go I

can’t bear to watch

the deformation and distortion of the shadow

The pain in my heart

I don’t want to mention it to anyone

Let it fend for itself

Stay with loneliness

Always want to be tired and huddle in the shadows

Let the dull heart become duller

I always want to find a Noah’s Ark

Even if it’s an ideal jar

Seal up everything that belongs to you

Drift wherever you want.

Because I like it

and prefer it more

Loneliness is a person’s carnival

2: Love must be clear

I hope you don’t have to cry

Because there is someone

He knows very well

He arranges every scene for you

Acceleration of action

Come then

Can you say a blessing

By the way, put your hands together

Welcome you Filled in the actual words

Don’t be lonely

I will always hug you

Every day the romantic attention floats

Romantic attention

It’s the price of your freedom

It’s clear to me

So let’s hold hands

A warm reminder to protect

The bright moon does not often appear

The shadow

falls into the water cup

But what can I do? Even if I pour it,

I can’t pour out the cool water shadow.

Tonight,

there is moonlight

Just be a good boy and send it to me

Under the fluffy snowflake tree .

I am there, my icy coldness

They bear my

Dream Shadow

Climbing on the spring peach branches of the coming year Smile.

Selected Famous Modern Poems Chapter 4: Cooking Smoke

When I was a child

Seven or eight playmates, chasing each other up the mountain and down the river

The smoke rises

A swarm of bees run home

The smoke is my mother's call

You can hear it no matter how far away

When I was a teenager

Go to school

Strict teachers, boring courses, depression and boredom

Smoke rises from the kitchen

The ringing of the copper bell is like the most conservative Dating in time

The smoke from the kitchen is the good news after school

I am always surprised when I grow up

When I grow up

After finishing college, I leave my hometown to work , live in a reinforced concrete castle

The smoke rises in the dream

Transforms into a smaller face

Wangs into a familiar laughter

Cooking smoke is the smell of hometown

No matter how long it takes, I will never forget it