A poem about flying higher 1. Poetry about flying higher.
I want to fly higher (group poem)
Category: Modern Poetry
Author: the world of mortals at large
Release date: 2012-7-27 9: 41:17
Editor's Note: The conception is clear, the artistic conception is full, the sentence pattern is unique and the conception is ingenious.
In this season
In this season,
Children make waves.
Streams, fish, frogs
Crickets and turtledoves
Spoiled by them
Is a lively child.
Everyone is eager for time.
Especially the children.
Yesterday's infatuation with the cup hug
Blink of an eye has become empty.
They, cheerful smiling faces.
Innocent, carefree
Cows and horses all know.
This is the true meaning of life.
In the boundless space-time, there is chaos.
It is starlight, only loess is silent.
Starlight lost its innocent smile.
Have to cycle again and again.
Just for the broken void
In this season,
Can no longer make waves
Love madness
I think I'm in love with madness.
After madness, it's still madness.
Crazy, more and more crazy.
I look like a madman.
On a starry night
At a loss, nowhere to live.
Desire crosses the heart of desire.
Accidentally got into my shabby crotch
This makes me extremely angry.
So I lost the last shameful thing.
protective screen
After that, I can't tell the difference.
Am I an animal or a person?
I also protested in front of them.
Struggle and even beg.
Maybe it's under a cloudy sky
I've been lonely for too long
Now, I can't control my madness.
Blurred eyes have long been unable to distinguish between true and false beauty.
Even in the moonlight, it is unrecognizable.
Fortunately, kindness itself is kindness.
Just crazy.
Cooperate with my crotch
I want to fly higher.
I envy the birds flying in the sky
They are flying in the air.
grow
A free and carefree way.
But I am the person who needs to fly most in the world.
Because I want to be higher, I want to fly more.
If this life, but also to a reincarnation.
If I had a choice, I would rather be with birds.
Into a bird, with a lifetime of acacia tears.
Fly freely together
If this really works,
I know strength, speed.
Will be an unprecedented height.
This is not only a beautiful gesture.
It's another life.
In fact, I can't be a bird.
Samsara is just an illusion.
Because of its own weight, it consumes all the energy.
It turns out that everything is just an illusion.
It's actually a fantasy of mine.
Because I want to fly higher.
Eager to pursue a kind of
Fly freely with birds.
⊙ July, this rainy season
Red soil, burnt.
Stumbling on an empty stomach.
Drunk and never woke up.
The body was still covered with dead leaves.
In the wilderness, red soil
Restore the original tone
July, this rainy season.
A squeezed and evacuated body
Like a beautiful pregnant woman, expanding day by day.
Just for the day when the silkworm breaks.
Waiting for another blue sky
Young people think that love is over.
Because in July this year
After the rain, I look forward to it.
Lips meet again
Everything started to get pregnant.
Pregnancy broke out in October.
I began to show my teeth and claws again.
However, in July this year
It really hits it off with red soil.
This will be another blue sky.
2. A poem about I want to fly higher.
I want to fly higher (composing poems) Category: Modern Poet Author: Red Dust Free and unfettered Publication Date: 2012-7-27 9: 41:17 Editor's Note: Clear conception, full artistic conception, unique sentence pattern and flexible conception.
In this season, children make waves in this season. Streams, fish, frogs, crickets and turtledoves like them alive and kicking. Everyone is greedy for time, especially the cup that the child was obsessed with yesterday, suddenly became empty. Cheerful smile is innocent and carefree. All cows and horses know that this is the true meaning of life. In the boundless time and space, chaos is starlight. Only the loess is silent, and the starlight loses its innocent smile, and can only be reincarnated again and again for the sake of the broken void. I can't make waves this season. I think I'm in love with madness, but I'm still crazy. I'm going crazy. I'm like a madman. In the night without starlight, I am at a loss and have nowhere to live. I want to cross the heart of desire and inadvertently get into my worn-out crotch. This makes me extremely angry. I lost the last barrier of shame. From then on, I can't tell if I am an animal or a person. I protested, struggled and even begged in front of them. Maybe I've been lonely in a cloudy sky for too long. I can't control my crazy fuzzy eyes. Even in the moonlight, I can't tell the true from the false. Fortunately, kindness itself is kind and strange. I only blame madness for colluding with my crotch. I want to fly higher. I envy the way birds fly freely in the sky. But I am the person who needs to fly most in the world. Because I want to fly higher, I am more eager to fly. If I have a choice, I would rather spend my life with a bird and turn it into a bird to fly freely together. If this really flies, I know that this strength and speed will be an unprecedented height, not just a beautiful gesture, but another life of life. In fact, I can't be reincarnated as a bird, just an illusory illusion caused by my weight. I used up all my energy. It turns out that everything is just an illusion. In fact, it is a fantasy of mine, because I want to fly higher and I am eager to pursue a state of flying freely with birds. In July, this rainy season, the red soil was burned naked, wobbly and drunk, and I will never wake up. The body was still covered with dead leaves in the wilderness, and the red soil returned to its original color. In July, this rainy season, the body was squeezed and evacuated like a beautiful pregnant woman. Those young people are just waiting for another blue sky on the day when the silkworm is broken, thinking that love is over, because after the rain and dew in July are soaked, they expect their lips to meet everything again, and they start to get pregnant in October, and the silkworm begins to dance with their teeth. However, this July is really congenial to the red soil and will be another blue sky.
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