Modern dream poetry

Modern poetry about dreams 1 dreams

The stars were obscured by branches that night.

Gently, there you are.

Walk into my dream

Expand my "dream"

Thousands of lotus flowers bloom quietly for you in the moonlight.

You are as light as a fairy. ...

Because of you, my dream has become colorful.

You did it for me, seed of love.

I will open my heart.

Settle in my heart

Days that make me indifferent

Recolor happiness.

Tonight, the stars are shining and the breeze is blowing gently.

Dear, let's open the dream of inspiration. ...

Knead into the blue sea and blue sky. I love you.

It's so touching to look at the distance on your shoulder. ...

May the warmth of being together for a long time be at this moment forever.

May we know each other and understand aestheticism, tonight and this life.

The cold wind in early winter

The branches of the old maple tree are thin and the leaves are yellow.

Depressed late autumn

With the last fallen leaf floating away

Just like you.

Quietly out of my mind

I know nothing about it.

Keep the past.

Let the past once.

This winter warms me.

Modern Poetry about Dreams 2 broadcasts a poem every day.

It's like sowing a seed.

Waiting for tomorrow's harvest, fruit and hope

These budding poems

There is no sweet soil.

But I still looked at them quietly.

Absorb the morning dew and sunshine, and then grow.

There will be a storm on the journey.

We are not afraid.

one day

They will all grow up happily

This is my happiness and dream.

I want to put my happy dream

Light up with poetry

Let them fly freely in the fleeting years.

Modern Poetry about Dreams 3 Dreams rain in dreams,

It's dripping,

Found a wing,

No memory of flying. ...

The wind is blowing in my dream,

As if to undermine my confidence in living,

I'm looking for another wing,

Maybe I can find myself. ...

There is snow in my dream,

Frozen my thoughts,

I gave up looking for wings,

Even if you can fly, it's meaningless. ...

silent

My dream finally calmed down,

Sitting there,

Looking up at the sky,

I don't know why. ...

My dream finally calmed down,

Spring blossoms are printed in my mind,

Keep thinking,

Even if you wake up and forget ...

My dream finally calmed down,

Just scattered memories,

Close your eyes slowly,

Looking for memories in dreams ...

feel

The flower in love loves love,

It looks more gorgeous,

Soft and beautiful

Full of grass ...

The sky of love loves love,

It looks purer,

Clear and blue

In my heart ...

Ocean of love, love,

There is always a paper boat floating,

Loneliness and love

Advertiser seeking friends ...

Nightmare

A sleeping nightmare,

I woke up in loneliness.

Open those bloodstained eyes.

Spit out hot air. ...

A sleeping nightmare,

I may not be afraid of anything,

But anyway,

But I can't stop it. This is a tragedy. ...

A sleeping nightmare,

I have to

Keep looking for another wing,

Only in this way can we fly to the dream of carrying hope. ...

loose

The dream has disappeared,

When you open your eyes, it seems that nothing happened.

Unfinished dreams,

There won't be a second performance ...

The dream has disappeared,

A new day is about to begin,

An illusory dream,

It's not in my head. ...

The dream has disappeared,

Don't want to see the world destroyed,

Let me sleep,

Even if I can't open my eyes anymore ...

charming

Only to find that it is still in my dream,

I just had another dream,

Life seems to be only in dreams,

Like a dream, slowly leisurely. ...

Only to find that it is still in my dream,

Just woke up from love,

It doesn't hurt to pinch yourself,

Lovely dream, sad dream ...

Only to find that it is still in my dream,

Just looking back on a pain,

Spread to the wound of the heart,

Incomplete moon, eternal goodbye ...

solid

I'm sorry,

I cried for a long time,

The real world,

Too many things have happened. ...

I was so worried,

I was nervous all night,

The last one to be abandoned,

It's me again

I often smile,

I love too little,

The world of dreams,

Or the best. ...

Modern Poetry about Dreams 4 Dreams are a delicate and charming flower.

Be ashamed and in full bloom

Dance with the color of the sun

Catch a dream

As my persistent heart

Pentium with the blood of youth.

Have a dream in my heart

Even a weak river

Can't stop the dreamer from leaning to the other side.

Have a dream in my heart

The road ahead is no longer dark.

Dreams are the golden curtain of spring silkworms.

Every time I meet the raindrops of hope

It made a midsummer sound.

Catch a dream

Holding a stick with a twig.

Step on a pair of sandals

Set out at dusk

Have lofty sentiments

Climb to the top of Lingyun in thousands of difficulties and dangers

Wanqian Xi yue

Shine with the morning sun

Thousands of sweat

Still wandering among the green mountains and green waters

I want to ride on the top of the colorful clouds.

Capture a wonderful life.

I want to step on the moonlight in the lotus pond

Leaving a ripple of light.

Dreams are the seeds of broken shells.

make arduous efforts

Will not let the soil stay.

It pursues a touch of new green of life.

Catch a dream

I am like a devout pilgrim.

The journey is hard.

Trek hard

And the road in my heart

But don't sell return tickets.

Just one after another.

next stop

How many lonely nights

Only the stars accompany us

How many scorching suns

I left footprints in the desert.

In the yellowed diary

It says the dream catcher's expectation

Dreams are the water of the Yellow River.

Keep rolling forward

Carrying the precipitation of dreams.

Dai Yue's trip to the sea.

Catch a dream

I turned the pupa into a butterfly.

In the pain of reeling and peeling cocoons

Experience the perseverance of success.

Huaruimeng

Butterfly's dream is endless.

Dreamers believe

one day

The light of dreams will be wrapped in happiness.

Shine into the narrow lane of reality

In the rush years

I would like to be a tireless swift.

Between the waves and the steep cliffs

Stubbornly chasing colorful dreams.

Dreams are boats and water.

It's sandstorm.

Dreams are the spirit passed down from generation to generation.

Catch a dream

I will cross the desert.

Cross the mountain

I will cross the sea of Wang Yang.

And barren plains.

Dreams are close at hand

And the pursuit of it is at the end of the world.

My dream is like waiting for a bunch of flowers to bloom.

I remember we were on a bench in the park last summer.

Talking about dreams and memories of youth

Only years, long memories.

The recorded words are full of colorful myths.

Fairy tale memories of youth.

I like to simply write down the traces of polishing time.

I like everything about nature.

That fragrant gardenia, delicate and charming rose

Trees are tall and straight, grass grows and warblers fly.

Natural species fascinate me.

Unforgettable dreams recall the beginning.

With boyish feelings, I have continued my dream for many years.

Messy and unfamiliar writing, wrote the customs of the world.

Butterflies dancing in flowers and grass are also my favorite elves.

The pond under the willow tree reflects my trance-like nerves.

Memories, miss the feeling of sadness.

Dreaming of your beauty

Remember, yours is good.

Dreams are full of blooming seasons.

Because there is a you in my memory.

Modern Poetry about Dreams 6 Life is like a dream, and dreams are like a desert.

I fell down in my dream.

Lose direction, lose hope

Maybe it's an elusive pursuit.

This in itself is an empty happiness.

Make yourself so flustered.

That once thought the most naive smile.

In the end, it was just a scene.

Everything is like dust in your hands.

Let him fly in the wind.

I can't collect it.

Only by depositing memories in the bottom of my heart

Inadvertently, I often miss you.

Time is as gentle as running water, but ruthless.

Lost in silence

Everyone who goes to Qiu Lai in spring goes to the building.

Have you ever looked forward to people and things around you?

Changed it over and over again

Age increases year by year.

Over the years.

Walking through places large and small.

I have seen countless landscapes.

Vicissitudes have cooled people's hearts.

Everything has changed.

Like a train falling far behind.

People rushing by

Who will remember?

Qingshi street that I once walked through.

Now it has become a person's memory.

Who will remember?

That once heroic oath

Can't stand the change of time

Maybe it's the sad moon.

Autumn geese are alone.

It's tears that are about to flow out.

The mountains and rivers are flowing and the snow is falling.

Let me really understand.

It turns out that everything still stays.

The initial starting point

Just need a normal heart.

Facing all the real things.

Have a simple day.

Maybe this is life.