How to write modern poetry in grade four?

Modern poetry written by fourth-grade students

This world

what is love

Love in the mountains is dust.

Love in the sky is a cloud.

I don't know why.

This world

There is love in the mountains.

Water also has feelings.

I don't know why.

If the sky is affectionate, the sky is old.

The Road We've Traveled

Wish you all the best.

Modern Poetry Written by Grade Four Students II

I want the sky to be my classroom.

Become a place where I study.

Grow up happily with friends.

I want Rice to sing for me.

Be my music teacher.

Sing happy with me.

I want the lights to flash for me.

Be my driving light

Join me on a successful journey.

I want to be a seagull.

Enjoy refreshment and freedom.

Being a soldier is my biggest dream.

It is my greatest responsibility to die for my country.

Modern poetry written by fourth-grade students

Red is fire,

This is an immortal force.

For red, I feel my heart is full of light at once.

Red represents revolution,

Is the color of countless martyrs' lives,

It is a symbol of the hero.

Isn't it?

For red, I feel brave and occupy my heart.

Red is the motherland,

It is the color of the flag flying in the wind,

Isn't it?

For red, I feel the infinite power from standing up to being powerful.

Modern poetry written by fourth-grade students

Flow,

Already,

It's been flowing for a long time

Tinkling streams are like blue dyes. Dyed with the flowers on the shore, the flowers turn blue, dyed with the fish in the water, and the fish turn blue.

Flow,

Twitter, flowing through the grass, birds singing happy songs.

Bang bang, the stream hit the rock and became a drum stick.

In sasha vujacic, the stream runs through the Woods and the trees play a symphony.

By the stream, looking at the running water,

It's on again, EULAN SPA01.

I like streams because they are the source of life.

I looked down and tasted the natural juice, which was cold and sweet.

The modern poem "Five" written by fourth-grade students

Autumn comes in September.

Welcome the tenth five-year flower season

Fifteen flowers for you.

In the best years

You are like a white cloud hanging high in the blue sky.

Spotless, flawless

You are like the sunset glow in the sky at dusk.

bright and colorful

You are the star in the night sky.

unique

Look at this insignificant blessing

Can leave ripples in your heart.