Hazy modern love poems

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although they are all written for feeling things, they are generally informal in format and rhythm. The following is a hazy modern love poem I compiled. Welcome to read!

Go to the oak tree

If I love you,

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you,

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat simple songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,

Increase your height,

Set off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

I don't know,

These are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Root,

Hold on to the ground,

Leaves,

Touch each other in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one understood us.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Love,

Not only love your strong body,

I like your position,

The land under your feet.

when you are old

When you get old,

My head is white,

Sleepy,

Take a nap by the fire,

Please write down this poem,

Read slowly,

Think back to the tenderness of your eyes in the past,

Recall the heavy shadows of their past;

How many people love you when you are young and happy,

Worship your beauty,

True or not,

Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,

Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;

Keep your head down,

By the glowing red fire,

Whispering sadly about the passing of love,

On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.

A face is hidden among a group of stars.

The pretty girl in the gallery

There are vegetables and still life paintings where you look at them.

So quiet.

The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.

What can they do without light?

Strangers,

I like you to stand quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.

The end of this episode

We will never be immersed in this bittersweet past time again;

When the aperture of love covered you,

Honey, come with me.

We can't find the place where we were close.

At that time, the place where we fell in love was empty.

Flowers and fragrant air,

Will they think of our arrival at this time?

Will those nightingales scream,

Found out that we used to hang out here?

Although we had a warm oath, although we had unforgettable joy,

The suffering after the carnival reached its limit was put on trial today.

Deep trauma;

No groans: broken laughter;

But stubbornly endure;

This road of love is harder than a hard stone.

anxious

It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

If someone asks me what I'm worried about,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me what I am worried about:

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.

Lonely infatuation

miss

Trim it like your brush.

Free and natural

Dancing solo and thinking about your four seasons

Quiet night

Obsessed with colorful clouds.

Drink a gust of wind or rain

acracholia

Always stand in other people's perspective.

Drunk alone

Someone's back

The back of your departure

Heal alone, get drunk alone

Silence in the wine

Who hides the sad follow?

Ten thousand faces are sallow

Who gets wet in the rainy season?

That heavy sadness

The sin of seeking

Chi, can only indulge in dreams.

keep quiet

This is another form of heartache, drunkenness.

Miss each other

Stay in your eyes with its unique beauty.

Far or near, high or low.

Thick or light, slow or urgent.

Play the plaintive lute

Sing your play or sing my play?

wait for

That strange flower is in full bloom.

Waiting in the painting or waiting in the dream?

Q, you like the wind.

Can you leave moving tears when you pass by me?

Waiting for rain

Wait for the rain to wet your memory again.

Love turns into sadness and flowers pile up.

Q, sentimental wind and sand

Who did you bury and who was responsible for it?

Drunk alone

An empty cup makes the moon drunk.

The wind became haggard overnight.

Follow the rain all night.

Are you still in my spoony painting?

Drunk alone

Love is evil, and wine is drunk.

Who wrote loneliness and haggard?

Ask amorous feelings, you are so demon, you are so charming.

Am I out?

Be alone and drunk.

Ask the world of mortals and the world.

Since ancient times, who is heartbroken?

Hatred, empty talk, drunk under the moon

Keep love

Love me, don't go.

A thousand tender feelings,

I've been worried all my life.

A romantic relationship,

Romantic and warm life.

One sigh at a time,

Love is gone,

Two separate!

Who loves who?

Who really blames who?

I like my music,

I'm crazy, I'm crazy,

I'm worried, I'm worried,

I am sad and hurt,

All because of you!

Find a lock,

Can lock your promise,

Let your tender feelings stay!

Looking for a song,

Can sing forever,

Sing until the years are white!

Looking for a kind of love,

Can keep your heart,

So that you'll never leave,

Stay with me forever!

Really don't love me,

Please don't say it,

Give me more tenderness!

Love me, don't go,

Love you for a long time!

Silk painter

There is a man.

What is his occupation?

Put roses

Painted on silk.

He is sitting in the room upstairs.

Painted,

Noise in the street

It means nothing to him.

When the horn, flute and drum sound,

He imagines red, yellow and white roses.

Blooming in the sun,

So I work and laugh.

His mind is full of roses,

And silk.

When the silk is used up

He stopped painting.

Just thinking

Roses.

Become a conqueror

Stepping into this city,

husband

Lie down to die.

He listened to the trumpets and drums,

I wish I could draw that rose.

Blooming in the noise.

Withered love

This flower is very beautiful,

Withered before flowering,

Why is this?

Did I forget to fertilize?

Or did I let my guard down?

Let others wait for the opportunity to touch my rose,

It rained for a season,

The so-called dizzy ending.

Miss the flowers of the season,

There's another stupid one. I waited stubbornly.

Once you leave,

Whose acquiescence is this?

If this is the end of you and me,

I don't want to make the same mistake.

But I can't go back.

Even seeing you has become a luxury

I heard that love is back.

Love has been here before.

therefore

Have You Seen Her?

I heard it from a friend.

Love. She's back.

Still humming the song of angels

I just didn't have time to give a coquettish smile.

I had to hurry by.

I heard it from a friend.

Love. She's back.

Still has a long straight hair.

It's just that I don't have the courage to give her a familiar greeting.

You will lose the news, and there will be no intersection.

Time gave me a reason not to see you.

The wound has not been healed by youth.

How can you break the strength?

Put up with your ridicule again

Time gave me a reason not to see you.

It's not cold yet. How can it not be sensational?

How dare you take dim tears again?

Feel your cold heart

Maybe next time.

I will have the courage to meet you.

Lost Love

through the rain

Wandering world of mortals

one day

The dust will settle

After the smoke disappeared.

There is only one curtain of dreams.

Stand on the other side

Wait quietly.

Tell a story about the past

Staring at your distant back

Remember your beauty.

Buried in my heart forever

Leave me a lifelong regret

Flashy years.

Time problem

Too bad it wasn't you.

Accompany me to the end. ...

Our love

Rain as magical as a fairy tale

Wet our dreams.

In this misty rain.

We met and got to know each other.

A clear sentence

Recorded our love

With such a glittering promise.

We met and fell in love.

So, began a romantic interpretation:

Send me a small photo.

There is a big inscription on the back-

"I gave me to you.

Even crossed Qianshan.

I can also hear your breathing. "

While I was sleeping.

I fly to your heart

Plant a handful of red beans in Jiangnan with your heart.

Touch your heartstrings.

Play a beautiful melody.

I use beautiful fireworks

Set off your lonely night sky

You use soft eyes

Respond to my bright smile

I am a small white flower on wisteria.

You are a naughty red dragonfly.

I am a red umbrella in the wind and rain.

You are the sky that is always clear under the umbrella.

You said, you are a happy fish

But doomed to live without water.

I said, I am persistent rain.

Will depend on you for life.

Unforgettable memories

More beautiful than moonlight, more gentle than misty rain.

Passionate love

More boundless than the sky, more comfortable than clouds.

This is our love.

brick by brick

Towards perfection

Towards a warm spring.

Love salad

Wrapped in a youthful smile

Semi-combustion

the other half

Through years of piety

Girl's Spring

This is a love salad.

Start with the fairy tale in the dream.

Good for yourself.

Always the sweetness of first love.

Half a wish

Write it outside your window.

the other half

Flying and dancing

Go in winter and come in spring.

Determine the direction of love

Looking back on life

Hidden in the corner of my eye is shyness.

Half the beauty

Stay in the dream

the other half

Bless the other side of the flower