Junior high school created beautiful modern short poems.

Poetry 1: small time and space

I dream in the red orange after the rain.

You look into my black and white eyes.

A sign of sunny rain.

Disappear in the distance of white clouds

The reflection is clear, and I hear you singing softly.

The scales of laughter hold up hope and sunset.

Tears in the misty rain at night.

The wet moonlight is with me.

Poetry 2: Well, we won't wander together again.

Well, we don't roam together anymore,

Kill this deep night,

Although this heart is still infatuated,

Although the moonlight is still so bright.

Because the sword will wear out the scabbard,

The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,

This heart must stop breathing,

Love needs rest.

Although the night is for love,

Soon, it's daylight again,

But in this moonlit world,

We no longer walk together.

Poetry 3: After Rain

Life can also be a poem.

If you can let me move on slowly

Quietly looking forward to finding

The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.

Through the unknown mud

In the dark clouds

Finally shed tears for everyone

Missed or not missed encounters

In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.

After the rainstorm

My mind will be cleaner.

If you are willing to wait

All the floating clouds

Poetry 5: Memories

Please come to me when I am old,

Blood gas drops, nerve tingling;

When my heart is heavy,

When all the functions of life are numb.

Please come to me as my senses.

Suffering from overwhelming confidence;

Time is like a madman scattering dust,

Life is like the flame of revenge.

Please come to me as my faith.

It has dried up and people are like flying insects in early spring.

After laying eggs, they will bite and hum.

Weave a cocoon and wait for death.

Please come to me when I die,

To mark the end of the struggle for life,

On the dark edge of lower life,

Point out the dawn of an eternal day.

Poetry 5: Snowflakes

Silent loneliness like rain

Piece by piece.

The interweaving of cold crystals looks for jade-like stone in cold time.

Like a flower and a dream.

Autumn in the distance

Send me a white maple leaf.

The map on the leaf is our contact information.

I covered the earth with leaves.

The day you miss.

But I still remember.