In our daily study, work and life, everyone has heard or used some classic poems, which are full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. Then what kind of poem is a good poem? The following is a collection of modern poems about writing time for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
Modern poetry writing time 1 maybe one day.
One day after many years.
We met at our alma mater.
You said, I've changed.
I just smiled and didn't answer.
You turned and left, leaving a cold sentence "My heart has changed"
Suddenly, my throat seemed to choke.
Can't say "no"
One night many years later.
I came to a familiar but unfamiliar street.
The end of our friendship
When the wind blows, my heart is very fragile.
This city bears the dreams of countless people.
Of course, I am no exception.
But now I am just an empty city in my eyes.
"We agreed not to be apart, but to be together all the time."
Sing "Time Boils Rain"
I can't help thinking.
In the midsummer of that year, my wish was infinite.
Hand in hand, we also became a boat and crossed the sad river.
unconsciously
Tears blurred the vision and wet the blue.
In a dimly lit place, I can see your lonely back far away.
To understand
Not cool thin, but time is never cruel.
As soon as the light is on, time flows.
Branding the palm of your hand will make you rich all your life.
The city behind this prosperity is just an empty city.
Standing on this street, reminiscing about the past, mourning for friendship and lamenting the ruthlessness of time.
You won't know what I did.
Maybe one day.
Fate will be rearranged
It's just that all this
It's none of your business anymore
Modern Poetry in Time II: Time
Time,
When we found you within reach,
From the cracks in our fingertips,
Sneak away,
We should learn to cherish you.
Time,
When we found you at sunrise,
From the hole between our eyebrows,
Disappear when decadent and empty,
We should learn to cherish you.
Time,
When we set foot on the stream and found you,
You left between our toes again,
Slip away quietly and slowly,
We should learn to cherish you.
Ah! Time.
I won't live an empty life tomorrow,
I want to learn to cherish you!
Ah! Time.
How precious you are,
Well done!
I want to cherish every minute!
From now on,
I want to cherish time,
Never waste time,
Let yourself live more fully and wonderfully!
The writing time of modern poetry 3 grandma's time
This is a very, very long line
The other end of the phone
A long time ago.
Grandma pull, pull, pull.
I can't pull it back.
It's always endless
Mom and dad's time
This is a hot wheels.
Hot wheels carried them forward quickly.
Turn and turn.
They are all over the world.
Busy figure
Sister's time
This is a doormat.
It carries her sister's heavy schoolbag.
It is also under the pressure of my sister's thick book.
It belongs to my sister, too.
Squeeze in
Time is sometimes unbearable.
It often sneaks around.
Play a little prank
On my sister's face.
Grow some acne
My sister always screams angrily.
time
I hate you.
My time
These are warm hands.
I take my time.
Walking in the four seasons
I opened my eyes wide.
Capture the world
All the beautiful and moving pictures
Listen, the world.
Everything is very pleasant. notes
Patience time
Hold me quietly.
I follow the time.
Grow up slowly
Modern Poetry on Time 4 "The Magic of Time"
Stranger on the hour hand
Two people, from their respective directions.
Step on the same point. repel each other
Low eyebrows and smiling faces are separated by barriers.
Clockwise, round and round.
Expose spring, summer, autumn and winter
Exposure: The sunshine in spring is very hot in summer.
The charm of autumn and the calmness of winter.
At this point, I was missing before.
Numb hands on the stage of life
Recite a skeleton
Everything about each other has become a habit.
The familiar ticking softens time and space.
Minute love
Climb one's toes unintentionally.
A passer-by who touches life
They are destined to turn minutes into seconds.
No matter how deep the love is, no matter how deep the affection is.
Can't stand the scrutiny of the hour hand
Raise your hand and put it down gently.
Don't let the world hear the broken sound.
The magic of time
time
Can make creatures move.
Will kill people.
Unconsciously, eating away at the body.
Cells are dying every day, and they are updated every day.
Never catch up with the loss
time
Can make people forget the pain and hatred.
Will make people look down on right and wrong.
Can make people go far, can make people eternal.
time
Can revive a dynasty.
Can make a dynasty perish.
Between life and death, a thick history
time
A poem that can make Li Bai raise his glass to celebrate.
Du Fu can stay in the thatched cottage.
Let words get drunk with wine.
I believe that one day,
Time will close my eyes.
Like dust, I will
Sleep well and never disturb the world of mortals.
Modern Poetry 5 in Time "Time Cooking Lane"
I want to walk through this rainy lane in the south.
One person, just one person.
Time there will be slow.
The past is slow, and the future is slow.
I may know what the dragon means there.
And the smell of oil-paper umbrella in your hand.
Stone street looks very practical.
I can't help walking barefoot.
Walk through this rainy path in the south
Maybe in my dream.
There have been such scenes.
Maybe someone else must be at the end of the rain lane.
Maybe grandma is still that grandma, dad is still that dad.
Tom, Dick and Harry are still making noise there.
Maybe, maybe a little further.
There is also a girl without an umbrella.
Standing in the rain vaguely
All these/these
Reminds me of Dai Wangshu and his rainy lane.
I hope to meet a lilac.
A girl with a grudge.
but I ...
Looking forward to meeting people like lilac.
You are silent in the rain.
Time is still slow.
A slow-witted person can only love one person in his life.
It rains very slowly.
The hand holding the oil-paper umbrella is also slow.
Eyes blink very slowly.
The pace is still slow.
long
and
long
I want to walk through this rainy lane in the south.
One person or one person?
Time there will be slow.
The past is slow, and the future is slow.
I stopped.
Look back slowly, there's no one there.
I vaguely remember that I was a little far away.
You are quiet in the rain.
Lilac girl who is no longer sad
I want to walk there.
Walk hand in hand with her through this rainy lane in the south
From this time on.
From now on, I am no longer alone.
Modern Poetry in Time 6 "Time is Like Water"
Open your fingers, wind
Passing through the middle, there is a slight coolness and a slight cut pain.
It feels like water flowing.
The reflection on the water is quiet.
wave
Blurred the green trees, the black tiles in the village, the old haystack and the cough in the moonlight.
Face, began to lose weight.
I hear the sound of time flowing.
Water, the sound of flowing
God, will grandpa?
Grandpa put his mother in the water again.
Underwater acoustic roughness
Generation after generation
In the water, struggling to float and sink.
When my mother threw me into the water
Grandpa is gone.
Later, the flowing river slowly bleached the mother's black hair.
Reflect on the shore
Old reed
After so many years, the lanterns have gone out.
How many previous faces are there?
Despite frustration or charm
They were all washed away by the water.
Disappeared, including those colorful peach blossoms, cicadas, smoke curling up and scattered Yanling.
Who can refuse gentle erosion?
Garbage and running water
Modern Poetry of Time 7 "Heaven"
I am ethereal
The speed at which the sun moves.
As if in a blink of an eye, in a trance
Rotate the annual rings.
And ignorant eyes still stay in the corner.
I don't know the wayward wind
Where did it blow?
a fallen leaf
The whine of hovering birds.
I'm not in the mood to stare.
Can only stand at the foot of dusk.
Enjoying a trace of white hair
Stay at the intersection of departure.
The footsteps of the season
Flowers bloom silently in the back.
Observe the sound of falling snow in silence
The crops have grown into brilliant youth.
There is only one maple leaf.
Red with a long-lost mood.
Time is getting old.
Past
Always used to be at a certain time.
Looking back on the road
See if
Leave a mark of life.
The expression of the season is indifferent.
Only in the flow position
Set aside a period of time
Concise or rich content
The scenery ahead
Always in the mood.
In distant countries
Wave to me often.
seem
Song of the soul
Guide the way in the dark.
My steps are heavy.
Like a tree with roots
Without poor soil.
pay expenses
A dead leaf is crumbling.
I don't know where it should fall.
Birds are flying around, moaning and moaning.
The river dried up.
The fish is still there.
There are sad tears in the sea.
Walk out of the house
Or walk into the house
There is always some wind around.
Gurgling sound
Tell about the thunderstorm outside.
Outside the room
A touch of sunset glow is red.
In the dark, I found
The winding scenery ahead.
Just behind time.
Gaze at life affectionately