Modern poems describing lovers

What is love? Love is a look, a conversation, a cigarette, a glass of red wine, and a terrace at dusk surrounded by carved railings. Please enjoy the modern poems about lovers that I brought to you below! Modern poems describing lovers 1

In a sunny childhood

You are the green of the mountains

You are also the rainbow after the rain

I don’t know how to hold your hand

I just keep you in my chest

On the branches of my youth chasing dreams

You finally make your debut

Each diary is filled with your appearance

What an extravagant wish

You are closely linked to my life journey

And again at the speed of light Light up the world

Time flies

Looking back today, I am shocked

I have been separated from you for many years

Now we meet again

The wind smiles at me

The birds fly and chirp

Your seductive skills are also showing off

My heart is beating for you too

Helpless

You stand in the clouds

I stand in front of the cliff

Next At this moment, will I be flying with the clouds

Or will I fall into the abyss? Modern poem about lovers 2

The wind is strong, and the raindrops are as fast as shoes crossing the bridge. The sound

Is it your rush to the appointment?

Holding that little umbrella

You and I walked through the drizzle at dusk

A pocket full of clouds

, like a small copper coin

A jingling oath

I'll wait for you under the bridge

Waiting for you to come running from the rain

River water Soaring

The surge reaches to the feet and waist, and will be immersed in the mouth of the exclamation

The whirlpool is gradually expanding into the face of the dead

I began to feel the flow The timidity

So cold, lonely and empty

Like a fish after spawning

I am sure you will not come

The so-called wish to be a winged bird in heaven

I sadly plucked out a white feather

and then landed on the shore

I am ruthless

It’s just that the water comes faster than you. A bouquet of roses was swept away by the waves

One day it will float into your hands

Singer Pushkin

Have you ever heard the singing in the forest at night, a singer telling love and sadness?

In the early morning, the sky is quiet,

The sound of the reed flute is simple and resentful,

Have you ever heard it?

Have you ever seen him, in that dark forest,

A singer telling love and sadness?

Have you ever seen his tears, his smile,

He is full of sadness, his eyes are dim,

Have you noticed?

Have you ever lamented that when you hear a low singing voice,

A singer is telling love and sadness?

When you met that young man in the forest,

The flame of youth had been extinguished in his eyes,

Have you ever sighed? Modern poems describing lovers 3

I shed tears; tears comfort me;

I am silent; but I do not complain,

My heart is full of sorrow,

There is a sweet taste of pain in sorrow.

What a dream of life! Fly away, I will not regret it,

Disappear in the darkness, empty phantom;

I cherish the torment love has given me,

Even if I die, Let me die in love too!

North Island on a rainy night

When the broken night in the puddles

Shaking a new leaf

Like rocking your own child to sleep Go

When the light strings up raindrops

Decorating on your shoulders

Shining and rolling to the ground

You said : No

The tone is so firm

But the smile reveals the secret in the heart

The low dark clouds are rubbed with wet palms

Holding your hair

Rubbing into the fragrance of flowers and my hot breath

The elongated figure of the street lamp

Connecting every intersection, connecting every Dream

Catch the mystery of our joy with a net

The bitterness of the past condensed into tears

Wet your handkerchief

Forgotten in a dark doorway

Even tomorrow morning

The muzzle of the gun and the bloody sun

Let me hand over my youth, freedom and pen

I will never hand over this night

I will never hand over you

Let the wall block my lips

Let iron bars divide my sky

As long as the heart is beating, there will be a tide of blood

And your smile will be imprinted on the red moon

Rising in front of my little window every night

Awakening memories

Rain boots

My feet are in you

Like fire walking among sticks

The rain boots were stuffed into my cabinet along with the sheep and books

I was stuffed into the picture frame and hung in my hometown

The house of clay and stone, the fire was made of wood

The damp wood sticks were smoking

I put the torn poems and the poems that were wet from the rain

Damp letters with changed handwriting

Roll up these gray letters

I did not read them again

Pushkin threw them together with his slippers Enter the fireplace

I will put these warm ashes

Stuff these letters into a pair of rain boots

Let them sleep for thousands of years Modern poems about lovers 4

My heart,

It is a city,

The smallest city.

There is no messy market,

There are not many residents.

Desolate and deserted,

There is only one fallen leaf,

There is only one cluster of flowers,

Still secretly hiding——

The affection of childhood.

My dream,

It is a city,

The smallest city.

There is no majestic palace,

There is no sacred tomb,

It is quiet,

There is only a mist,

There is only a breeze,

Still quietly attached to -

The innocence of childhood.

Ah, I am a small city,

The smallest city,

Only one person can live in it,

In my dream People,

My sweetheart,

My love——

Why don’t you come?

Why not come?

Kite Gu Cheng

Obviously it is my kite but it is married to the blue sky

The string is broken and the longing is not broken

The wind stops and the longing continues Never stopped

I am still looking up after spring

Time has shaped love into a song

But it makes the singer wander around

Kite where are you?

Gu Cheng doesn’t know what topic

Let me go away alone

Let me be alone

Buried

The fate of two people