Modern poetry describing the passage of time

Time is a loan, even a trustworthy borrower can't afford it. I shared a modern poem written in a hurry. Let's have a look!

Write a modern poem in a hurry 1 Time is in a hurry.

at that time

How naive we are.

It's a complete fantasy

Living in a fairy tale world

Always thought

Everything can start all over again.

Unconsciously put time

Soak in wine

Throw it in a dream

Wasted in endless quarrels

Think about that time.

How many ideals have we had?

harvest

value

The result?

Look at the situation now.

Thin

The hair on the sideburns is covered with snow on both sides.

There are still many unfulfilled wishes.

How many things have not been done?

a sheet

two

Three pieces

We long to go back to the past.

Time is ruthless.

hurried

When we wake up,

Everything can be done all over again.

Only the elapsed time will not.

restart

Hastily writing modern poems 2. The meniscus is inclined into an arc.

Like a sickle

Open the aura of the sky

Insects sing quietly.

Weave a hazy night

The fields are sleeping.

Only the breeze shook the ears of wheat.

The moon leans on the branch.

Stars at night

Slip through bright crystal eyes

A quiet path

There are many bends and bends.

The other end is connected.

Wandering' home'

I want to knock Chai Men.

Don't disturb the sleeping yellow dog.

Revolving door shaft

Surprised at the dust accumulated over time.

The painting on the door has weathered and faded.

The writing of couplets is not clear.

The marks on the door frame were scratched by a knife when I was a child.

may be seen indistinctly

Time has peeled off the paint.

That's the wrinkle left by time.

The light of the old window

Silhouette friendly smile

Swallow's nest under the eaves

Swallows come several times in spring.

When do you leave in autumn?

Write a modern poem 3 in a hurry,

The fallen flower in my dream last night.

If I pass by you,

May time stop for a while,

This is a moment in an unknown place 10 thousand years ago,

You keep your 45-degree withered elegance,

I'm not getting old anymore.

You keep dancing like a butterfly,

I will continue to write about your wasted youth.

That's it, that's it,

I don't talk,

Decorate this life into flowers,

And the flowers are full of branches.

Stop, stop,

The wind of past lives is silent,

If I pass by you,

May time stop for a while,

Like a cockroach flying around in the moonlight,

You're waiting for a rare story of life and death,

I made a cool sword.

That's it, that's it,

Paint,

Describe this world of mortals as her.

She is home in the rivers and lakes.

Write a modern poem in a hurry. You have opened a greenhouse in your season.

I built a corridor in my time

You walk in the greenhouse of the season.

I am walking in the corridor of time.

You closed the door.

I close my eyes.

You put on makeup secretly.

I waited quietly.

You opened the window.

I know my heart.

You hide your face in shame

I can't wait to see it.

You walk lightly.

The magical four seasons

It's hard for me to make mistakes.

Lost track of time

You wasted time in four seasons.

I corrected the seasons in time.

The corridor was cut off in front of the greenhouse.

At the end of the corridor, the greenhouse disappeared.

Four seasons and time

Left a memory

You, me

Become the past

Write modern poetry in a hurry. 5. The world is big but the heart is small.

How many people who have a heart are entangled with each other.

How many expectations did the dream tell?

Live together and develop together.

Heart to heart, regardless of you and me.

Fate always passes by.

Meet and get together into a song.

Pour out your confusion alone.

Who will judge people in this life?

A pledge of eternal love is too much.

You think you can just say a few people?

Expectation is a long river.

Looking at the other side, trying to get involved

Life is too short to live on.

Giving up will be a relief.

Time never promises.

Think that life has consequences for every cause.

Quietly wading through the river of time

Sina sun moon stars eyes

When the willow flute rings, my mind suddenly opens up!

Where is Bole? Maxima is sad!