Modern poetry about loneliness

1. Desert without flowers Young hearts are floating in the desert without flowers. Occasionally, the stars in the sky are whispering charming eyes. That night has been lost for many years, and I still miss that melancholy morning inadvertently. A person is still running around in the desert without flowers. 1. Loneliness is blooming. "Will the flowering tree bear fruit?" "Wait until the flowers fade? What is the result? " "Then why does it blossom?" Because of loneliness II. The street lamp of Loneliness opened my dim eyes. I curled up into a lonely fish and wandered in the lonely sea in fear. A cold evening breeze blew from the sea. Oh, how cold I am, so I look for you blankly-a bunch of seaweed in the desolate sea. A dark stranger is full of loneliness everywhere except your warm embrace. 3. direction? Because I am a road idiot and this is a strange city, standing on the corner of autumn at dusk, the sky is getting dark, and there are people rushing on the street? In a hurry, I don't know which direction to go. I saw a group of ants crawling in the night, devouring the temperature. I suddenly feel a little cold. Street view is roaring. Do I just stop and disorientate? In the dim light, I see all the lights are like laughing eyes. The taillights stared at me from far and near, and then they were pulled to the end of darkness. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. Everything is changing. I forgot a little, and I was confused. Where is the direction ahead? Where should I go? I never care about direction. Suddenly want to have a clear road sign. Lonely years are late at night. When people are quiet, I walk on a quiet road, on a road paved with fallen leaves. Autumn wind blows the fallen leaves. I'm still walking. Autumn wind blows autumn rain. They disappeared into the darkness with me. I am still alive or dead. Time is something to experience, just like water slowly flows through time, just like the wind inadvertently blows through lonely time. Let me bear it alone, including her fault. Author: Wang Guozhen pursues demand. Thinking needs loneliness. Sometimes, the sad figure is a kind of covering the sky and will not dry up. Two people can suffer, and one person can be happy. When you are lonely, the road will unfold before your eyes. Wonderful Loneliness Author: Grace's daughter always has a kind of beauty lingering in my mind. The lights on the street lamps are charming. People are lonely. The heart is cheerful, lonely, happy and lonely. Do not exclude loneliness. Loneliness is a wonderful idea. Fear of loneliness is unparalleled free and easy "Mountain Lily" Author: Xi Murong quietly opened a fragrant mountain lily without competing with others, quietly opened it in my heart, no one knew its existence, only my wanderer kept smiling and thinking of it on the lonely road. "Exile Island" Author: Shu Ting exiled to a desert island, and once again got close to the warm land as a child. You collected firewood, mowed the grass, planted fine old corn in the air, and occasionally looked up and sent rows of migratory birds home. At this moment, there is no wind in New Zealand waters. Your eyes are blurred. When they are outside, your bright red beak knocks helplessly on the high wall inside. Now that you are outside, all the secret doors inside are locked. Now that we have landed on the other side, we can't go back to the place where we were born and look in the same direction. Your foot is on the other pole of the magnetic field. Black-eyed wife sat on the threshold, nursing her hair, braids tightly on her head, like a strong sunflower. She smiled and turned to look for your light source, but you suddenly wiped your sweat with the sleeves of the Chinese tunic suit, and your feet gradually became plump and golden on the track of fate. Author: Shu Ting, a person who stole music into permanent silence, a person who copied and blinded the pure black confused light source, a person who took off the bracket and derived a building from the roof, is not crazy. Such a man can't help but feel sad when he sees his intransigence. In an empty room, it rang straight, spacious and circumferential. Stretched and stretched silence, tenaciously restore shape again and again. The man's breath-holding ear was badly cut by its elasticity. Then we tossed a coin. We were in a hurry and didn't call him again. The silence and thick dust extend for half a beat to make the room more empty, and the arrangement of five colors makes it dark, like a plane relief outline stuck in a dream, with a vision and feeling as deep as any length. There is also the primitive state. This person sells sunglasses to the audience as tickets. The exhibition is always crowded and there is no one on the street. Once he turns away from his friends, he will be discussed and chewed. Once the sea deserved to be robbed by love, the honey source of language shrank, and bees were dormant on the meager payroll. Since this man has moved from the bookshelf to the next door, we have an obligation to help him guide him and disperse him. That's how we hid him. Feather, and then laugh at his nakedness. Author: Gu Cheng's soul has a lonely residence. He watched the warm wind at the foot of the mountain. He paid attention to the bright kiss and shook it like a flower, trying to drive away the bugs in the honey. He noticed another kind of fallen leaves crawling everywhere, blown by the wind, inadvertently revealing dry internal organs.