-Selected from Poems of the Arctic Monarch.
Fly gently
Slowly wither
No more tears
It doesn't smell like summer.
I am a yellow leaf.
delay
Lost wet lips.
I can get drunk for the last time.
Can only be heartbroken for the last time
You know, I know. Guess what?
I'm going to fall.
The concrete floor of the city
In order to fly
for you
For your last tear.
I broke myself into pieces.
The poem "Miracles Never Happen in Missing" by Arctic Jun.
Who has sentimental modern poems? I've missed you for years.
Beggars' Day, Another Seven Years.
Meet for a few autumn, the old scene is like yesterday.
The window covers the moon and the semicircle, and the dust increases or decreases.
Shallow Milky Way across the bank, cowherd and other weaver girls look forward to it.
Magpie birds are bustling, and it is another year of magpie bridge fairy.
Yingying's eyes are full of tears, and it is difficult to tell her endless ignorance.
The breeze sweeps the bright moon, and chrysanthemums are yellow and acacia.
I woke up drunk on the sofa, just before midnight.
Who peeked? The fairy caressed among magpies.
If you want to go to the grave, you can borrow a lonely soul for nine days.
Love dust, who is * * * ChanJuan's studio?
The sound of smoke and mud can last for years.
As beautiful as a flower, every cup has its ups and downs.
How do mandarin ducks swallow bitter fruit when they gather and disperse?
This is a threesome, and there is no sleep in all directions.
Who is urging you to miss?
To escape addiction, you shouldn't be gentle every night when you miss you.
Love and hate double flowers, cut constantly and disorderly.
The sad wind of modern poetry filled my sad eyes. The water flowed in my dream all night. How will I tear my heart? In your blue eyes, I will open my heart again and again and stand at this end of the bridge to see the scenery.
Modern poems about love seek sadness. If flowers bloom, they will not leave each other.
Flowers are full of clothes, and flowers are sad.
Drunk words mean something, don't be like flowers
A gentleman should understand flowers and spend them under the frost and snow. Some lyrics can be used as poems!
It is a sad tragedy to write a modern poem "The Remnant Night" or "Sunset".
The north wind blew down a lot of trees.
I miss you almost alone.
Like frost on the window lattice
Embroider a hazy blur
Gently.
Can flow into the rain of missing.
Who will pour out the future suffering?
Ice defends the end of fate.
Cry affectionately
Firework fog still has its cycle.
My heart is like a wilderness.
How can it be?
Can bypass your kind beauty.
Have the heart to cry for parting.
Why not do it for me?
Become me
The scenery outside the window
Comfort my heartbreak
The loneliness of frost has been melted by the north wind.
Wandering at the end of winter
The stars in front of me
Already poured into the ocean of dreams.
Rebound in the sunset
Hold the hand of sunshine tightly
Smile against the autumn wind
The wandering soul makes the years brilliant.
Embroider this gorgeous cold autumn
Look at your head.
Can there be the most beautiful gentleness?
The autumn wind blew away.
The sorrow of leaves
Messed up my feelings.
Seduce my shabby.
But why?
Let me read your soul
Even if it flies, there will be an autumn of missing.
In the autumn wind
I'm frozen stiff
Pull a yellow one.
Heart like steel, blood like a river.
disordered/chaotic/confused
Feel the cold air
Who will bury the immortal body?
Unyielding truth
Folding in life
I just want to be the puppet of sunshine.
uncomfortable
Rebound from the truth of sunset
in fact
I'm just the beginning of the morning sun.
In a free manner
Rebound in the sunset
Tragic death
Searching for Sorrow and Writing Friendship: Modern Poetry Forgetting Friendship
You snubbed me, you hurt me;
You forgot me, you hurt me;
You make me lonely, you make me lonely;
You make me cry, you make me sad;
You make me cry, you make me cold;
But why on earth did you do this? ...
................
There is no reason for our acquaintance.
Friendship is a kind of wealth
Is an indispensable part of life.
Simple and precious
Under the big tree of time
We are always nagging each other.
When we are happy, we smile together.
Go home separately when it hurts.
And friendship is always silent.
Let many of our questions remain unanswered.
It is wrong to expect too much from friendship.
Ignoring friendship is also a mistake.
Many times in our lives.
Beware of those who are called friends.
Keep a distance from friendship
The trick of fate is endless.
Our good intentions are often misunderstood.
Friendship is always with us.
Mature and true with us.
Sad modern poetry rejects sad birds. Whenever I look up, those birds are always cheerful and in a hurry. If a bird flies low and blue, it just wants to stop and rest. I remember someone telling me that birds refuse to be sad. As long as you teach me half the happiness you know, my lips will never crack into a riverbed again. I will put all my volume in, and the world will listen to me, just as I listen to you. If you lend me half a bright heart and let me fly, then my arms will never degenerate into weeds again. I will release all my energy, and the world will look at me as I look at you. I walked with trembling steps in countless nights, through the moonlight Lin Mang and unpredictable desolation. I think, in your world, you will never meet those constant sadness, even if it is dark, it is so infinitely bright, and the morning star illuminates your direction. Every gliding will accumulate new strength, which is enough to pierce the prejudice and impermanence in the world. Otherwise, why have we never seen the same bird in a certain period of time? Will those drifting clouds and short rainbows think of my arrival? When the sky flies over a pair of sweet love birds, will they scream? Will those twinkling hearts and gentle moonlight think of my habitat? When I stop next to the owl, will it glare at me and drive away my tired wings? If you accidentally fly past a place, you will look out of the window curiously. The room was empty, except for a sleepy man whispering in his dream. If this is just a wrong belief, why do I bloom into a bird's posture and flying curve and find every rhythm of my heartbeat? At that moment, the wind in my ear stopped breathing, my blood stopped, and time fell asleep, but my soul stretched endlessly without noise. My eyes gradually became peaceful and I stopped looking around. So I can see the rise and glory I have never seen before. Therefore, I have no reason not to believe in the blue sky in the dew. I just don't know if I should be a migratory bird and follow the geese in the season when the cold wind falls. Or I should take the chrysanthemum back to my nest before its petals wither. Or simply chop off your wings and be a mermaid who can't talk. Anyway, I haven't found the right reason, so I wear it over and over again. Until wormwood is everywhere and flocs are colorful. Until a voice said to me, "Come on, let's fly south together!" " "Or," go, I'll take you home! "
Seek modern poetry, originality, aestheticism, sadness and friendship. & lt& lt solitary boat > & gt09-7- 15 This is my work in 2009. My friendship is long, but it basically meets your requirements.
He is a lost ship caught in the sea by a storm. He wandered alone for a long time. The sea is as wide as the sky. His vision is full of blue, and his friends on the shore have long since disappeared. Loneliness mixed with seawater soaked his wooden body. In fact, the sea is no different from loneliness to him. One day, a seabird flew in the distance and landed awkwardly on the boat. The ship was staggered by him. It took a long time to regain stability. It turned out that this seabird lost its way after flying with its companions for a long time. He couldn't find a shore to rest on, so it was the same cliff that fell on him. Soon they became good friends. This ship is no longer alone. Every day, seabirds feed nearby and come back to rest when they are tired. He is also glad that he can rest on his own, because at least he won't be so lonely. He was fed up with the days when he used to wander alone, and seabirds gradually became. Being strong is not as embarrassing as being open. Day by day, every day is monotonous and happy. Another sunrise. Seabirds slowly open their eyes, spread their huge wings and wave them a few times. Then they comb the smooth feathers with their beaks. The ship not only tried to keep its balance, but suddenly the seabird's legs flew out and the ship swayed even more. He didn't think much. He knew that he would eat in the morning sun. It became a sunset, a star, a sunrise boat and a floating person. Yes, seabirds didn't promise him anything. He has a pair of huge wings. Day after day, his decay soaked in seawater began to sink slowly. When he was about to be submerged, he finally understood that this sea mixed with loneliness was destined to be his forever from the beginning.
What modern poetry remembers about the modernity of sadness is only the smiling face in the impression.
Everything forgotten is not like the smoke from the kitchen stove, which refuses to dissipate on the edge of the dream.
Loneliness is like an afternoon projection crawling all over the paper.
I can never go back to yesterday.
Looking back, too many things were lost in the backpack.
Those sensitive memories are particularly precious, but there are few left.
Weaving love into the cold heart of sweater, but not getting warm.
Those soft wool wrapped around other people's bodies.
Anger in the sun is hypocritical.
What about the purest memory? Sigh at your feet.
Hate being too dark.
I wrote it myself for reference.
A sad modern poem 1. Flowers bloom and fall.
I am not like me, covered with light dust.
Sitting alone in every corner.
Lonely figure seems to remind me.
How lonely I am without you.
I think I can get used to living alone.
I think I can pretend I never loved.
Gently erase your promise from your memory.
Never mind the bleeding wound.
Everything is just an illusion.
We are always struggling between virtuality and reality.
Can't fly out of your sky
Because I am always shot down by your gentle and indifferent eyes.
Happiness is as short as fireworks.
Emotion is as fragile as glass.
I feel as if I have been forgotten by the whole world.
Or you left it in some deserted desert.
Nobody can tell me.
Why does your love bloom in my heart like summer flowers?
Like autumn leaves falling in my dreams.
I watched you walk past me hand in hand with him.
Until he said to you
Standing under the cherry tree, looking at people, your abandoned man looks like me.
You just realized it, but you just smiled at me,
Without the tenderness of the past, it is enough to leave in a hurry.
What can I expect?
I think it's time for me to leave
Go to a place.
No sadness, no loneliness.
No flowers, no leaves. ......
After you left
When I turned to you.
Wild flowers full of pantomime.
Sad country
From then on, everything was gloomy.
After you left
After you left
I will wander in the season of waving.
But how do the years stay?
I'm just in the stream of life.
Looking back on the Yingjie era.
The melancholy like oblique impotence withered in the forest.
I will sincerely pray for you.
Let all the blessings in the world
Weave into a gorgeous wreath
Around your chest
After you left
After you left
From then on, everything was gloomy.
Sad country
Wild flowers full of pantomime.
When I turned to you.
After you left
Frown coldly
Unwilling to-
Live again,
Listen-
This dirty world.
Actually, I should be dead,
Survive, just because you are unwilling.
People, put away your hypocritical faces!
I don't want to see those dirty things again.
People, put away your vicious curses!
I have decided to sink into darkness for the rest of my life.
Unwilling to-
Live again,
Listen-
This dirty world.
Willing to wait in the long night,
Even if you watch it alone for thousands of years.
Who can split this body?
Release the imprisoned soul.
Who can dig out this true heart?
Brush away the ice crystals accumulated over the years. . . . . .
I'd rather have it
A ray of light,
The body, it's cold,
Heart, dead,
Tears, already withered,
The only thing left, me and-
A cavity of blood.
I hate complaining loudly,
The Buddha statue is a clay sculpture. Who can tell?
If I have to shed noble blood,
I don't want it to fall into the dirty world of mortals!
Dear friend, please raise your knife.
If you want to bleed,
Let it-
Splash into the sky!
3.
1
Sorrow is air.
The wind is floating overhead and people are passing by.
My body is empty.
2
Hand in hand, warm and humid.
I am an empty house.
Look at the long night, sadness is air.
three
The moon is a horse.
Silent running
In front of you, there is a warm mouth touching your hand.
The moon is a horse.
Be soiled by wild flowers.
Many years ago, I was by your side
Many years later, I was like a horse.
four
You call me a strong wall.
I am like an open flower.
I'm just a kid.
Guest actor in this city.
The wind is blowing on my face, and it's beautiful tonight.
The wind blows the water to see the wildflowers are stronger.