Flexibility of Poetry-Modern Poetry

Flexibility in Poetry _ Modern Poetry

That yarn must have been torn from the sky.

Gentle as a rainbow, soaked in the sunset.

That smile is like a bird in the deep water of epiphyllum.

Shake the feathers on the wings

Make one's heart beat faster

The dishes after bathing are full of warmth and cleanliness.

Like ripe red cherries, washed with plums.

Suddenly, I found it in front of my eyes.

There are pure pears.

Full of apple-like smiles.

Gentle eyes

Cross the beautiful equatorial line

The north and south poles are like flower arranging.

In a round vase.

Full of smiles and answers

On the battlefield of poetry, there is the sound of spring water flowing.

Poetry gurgling in the waves.

The pitcher tilts because of its beauty.

It's like seeing a shy girl

Bathe in a dream with a pitcher on your back.

Gentle voice like water rings at night.

Poetry is like a monster living in the body.

Kiss goodbye with its breath

Skin, dolls and beautiful toys.

Be a part of love.

It's like opening a book at night

It's your behavior

Give poetry freedom, and

The promises, ribs and blessings left to me.

Become a crutch for poetry and a dead branch in a dream.

I don't want to say goodbye.

I like the skin of poetry.

Love the poet more.

Horses and flowers, birds and monsters in the world

Everyone wants to go back to ancient times.

But a realistic silent film.

Let you go and never come back.

A gentleman's disdain, a villain's sarcasm

Absorbed by poisonous flowers

In the sentence-making of poetry

There is no such flexibility.

Dust on the soles of feet

Traces on the yellow sofa

Washed by the beauty of poetry

Embrace poetry in a dream.

Can't say the slightest hesitation.

Hilly grassland, osmanthus fragrans in May

And transition bees.

China from afar.

Play the flute, play the flute, on the curved bridge

Tie a curved flowing water

The birds' songs pierced the sky.

The drizzle fell on the jagged ears of wheat.

Dispel the pores of speech.

Suck thirsty juice.

In the tent of poetry, a masked man came out.

Are you happy to take out new honey after the rain?

Dance happily

Like a child playing house.

Clap your hands and laugh