Modern poetry outside the window

In real life or work and study, everyone has been exposed to some classic poems to some extent. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement and implication, and plays a role in reflecting social life and expressing thoughts and feelings. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following is my collection of modern poems outside the window, hoping to help everyone.

Modern poetry outside the window 1 outside the window

fallen leaves

only

In order to find a quiet paradise

I can't understand the rebellion of leaves.

I can't understand the shackles of branches.

The leaves are dancing gracefully outside the window.

Please take my soul.

exist

The moment it landed, it turned into rain and dew.

next year

I want to be with you.

Bloom in the branches

Modern Poetry Outside the Window 2 Trees Outside the Window

Trees outside the window. I've heard it many times.

I still can't remember its name.

Tall and lush. It's cool

Covered my whole summer.

It grows fast, but it is not strong.

The wind and rain broke many of its branches.

I didn't leave, it didn't leave.

Looking up is a tall figure.

Modern Poetry Outside the Window 3 Mountains Outside the Window

Accustomed to its existence

I have never had a subtle connection with it.

When I conceive a set of poems

I just know that it has stopped on my forehead for a long time.

Like father's cheek, very hot.

My cold face and cheeks. Castle peak remains the same.

I haven't called for years: Dad.

But I'm used to my daughter's kiss.

Modern poetry outside the window 4 River outside the window

You're the one who stretched out in the dream.

Quietly walk past, eyes in the moonlight

Shame makes the willow branches droop. A drop of dew

You can light the flame of a pair of eyes.

Open a ripple, a memory

Through the night until the dream.

Back in the daytime, the garbage on the river bed

It's like a vine drawing blood in its heart.

Modern Poetry Outside the Window Five Lights Outside the Window

I will naturally look at you when I am eager for the light.

Find a lamp in the dark and compare it with a cup.

Kung fu tea is easy, and the rest is warm.

A wisp, woven into a net

Wrap all the black paint that makes up the night.

No matter how dark the background color is, it can't hinder it.

A bright sword, before opening the bow left and right.

Draw a beautiful blueprint

Modern poetry outside the window 6 Outside the window, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.

God, the weather is surprisingly sunny.

The sunlight slanted in.

The book is closed.

The computer still has waste heat.

I leaned against the bottom of the sea.

So I took a nap.

Aromatic, with a little sweetness.

Drill into your heart from the tip of your nose

It seems that he danced a dance.

In an instant, the wave of joy surged.

Filled the whole shallow dream.

Smiling.

The window, that window.

I distinctly remember closing the door.

The wind just blows gently.

Osmanthus fragrans will take advantage.

Pioneer is the sweetest light.

It turns out that vegetation knows travelers better.

Autumn, quietly set foot in this city.

When did it start?

It's time for Gui Xiang to drink.

The crystal cup has just been broken.

Bai Yuzun is still on his way.

I have to revel in the fragrance.

There is a new pistil under the flower tree.

Home, no matter far or near.

It's far outside the window.

Inside the door is a little nostalgia for people.

The intoxicating thoughts in the flowers.

It is a faint sadness near late autumn.

Lying in the treetops swaying.

Travel far by the wind

Me, in a daze.

It is natural to sleep.

Is the window still open like this?

The wind will get colder and colder.

It doesn't matter if you arrive.

I will wake up eventually.

Modern Poetry Outside the Window 7 Inside and Outside the Window

This is a small window.

It's very quiet outside the window, very quiet.

It's a little scary.

It's beautiful outside the window, beautiful.

It's too beautiful to describe in words.

This is a small window.

But to divide heaven and earth into different parts.

Little people

Half of it is here

Half is over there.

I'm in the window

I want to work hard to get ahead.

Maybe in my heart

There is heaven.

This is hell.

I'm in the window

I want to go out.

But I'm afraid of angering the window keeper.

I can only hope for their affectionate prayers.

Go in and out of the window

You are not me, and I am not you.

I am in the sky outside the window.

Tired of it here.

It is called the holy land of heaven.

Look dull.

Freeze in front of the small window

I'm on the floor outside the window.

My heart is full of curiosity about the window.

Think there is a happy atmosphere.

Beauty outside the window

I can give it up without care.

Go in and out of the window

You don't understand me, and I don't understand you.

Go in and out of the window

You switched places with me.

Will you be happy and satisfied?

Looking out the window is still so vacant?

Go in and out of the window

Stupid waiting

The window is open.

Turn into a moth and jump out of the window like a fire.

This is a small window.

It's very quiet outside the window, very quiet.

But there are a pair of eyes staring at it tightly.

Keep your body still.

This is a small window.

It's beautiful outside the window, beautiful.

What if the statue's eyes are wrong?

It seems that I really have to go back to the window.

Me outside the window

You're in the window

You look at the beautiful scenery from the window.

I am also curious about the mystery in the window.

-Xiaoxiang (end of March)

You outside the window and I inside the window now understand whether we still want to visit each other's world. When we arrive, we will find that we are facing the same sky, stepping on the same land, and the surroundings are equally beautiful.

Modern poetry outside the window

The field of vision is already narrow.

Raise your eyes

You can complicate the window.

Exquisite framework

Infinite extension of thought

Edit collection

Seconds by seconds superposition

Cut it day by day.

Familiar street

Walk with strange eyes

Looking for a quiet place

Dry the hot mood.

People are getting farther and farther away.

My heart is getting tighter and tighter.

Most afraid of sleepless nights.

I'm afraid good dreams are hard to come true.

Modern poetry outside the window 9 outside the window

Like a giant mural

There are mountains and water.

But there is no wind and colorful clouds.

It is a window to read nature.

Perhaps, it is more like a cultivated bonsai.

Prosperous

rich and colorful

With a mother's smile

More harmonious and brilliant

Give me a youthful blood.

Let me grow up sucking the milk line that is not thirsty.

I can touch my fiery heartbeat.

Modern poetry outside the window 10 grass outside the window

In ancient times, I slipped past the horseshoe I stepped on.

Migrating creatures are also happily hungry.

Grass has formed the habit of adapting to the environment.

Time flies.

Reproduce in despair but still in pain.

Stretch out into an unpredictable space

White or yellow or brown life

Only autumn wind can touch.

Wrestles and wrens

Curled up on the grass outside the window on Saturday.

Who spilled the remaining tea there?

And broken glass

Shining black or gray in the sun.

Workers who build bridges and pave roads take care of themselves.

Burn cheap cigarette butts

Saliva seeped into the grass.

Those written on toilet paper

In the dust of the car.

Urban oily black eyes

Desperately catch the breath of the ocean.

Looking for moisture from the fate of grass

From phytoplankton

Rise in the story of drifting

A desire to go for an outing on Saturday morning.

Trying to make a fish in silence.

Then keep your eyes open.

Watching yourself die in ten thousand years.

In basalt

Modern poetry outside the window 1 1 outside the window

Stay alone in the room.

Sit down and stand up again.

Repeat it over and over again

I don't know what to do.

outside the window

An undeveloped piece of land.

There are big stones.

And brown sand.

And some green grass and fresh leaves.

There are voles drilling around in the rocks.

There are birds jumping back and forth between vegetable fields.

Looking for what they want

Qingming Festival

God didn't cry.

There seems to be nothing to pay homage to.

outside the window

Someone walked by in twos and threes.

Here they come, the sound of water dripping somewhere.

Think about the plots that have long been framed.

But I can't write any more, because I have lost that mood.

The same time and space

Bring me back and send you away.

Pay tribute to the existence of indifference

Empty space-time and its imprisoned soul.

soul

Maybe one day.

You will come back.

Or is it gone?

Have you heard that phone call?

The bloody altar has already turned into the dust of history.

If that is an existence,

So who will open it?

Eternity is broken.

Who will fix it?

The sound fades away in this world.

outside the window

With a fresh earthy smell.

A cluster of buds broke through the ground.

Well, what about hope?

Will it open a new world?

Modern Poetry 12 There is a beautiful legend outside the window.

The legendary moonlight

There is a beautiful loneliness.

I dare not touch the nerves of the night.

Pious with lonely eyes

Gently lift the corner of the curtain.

In that tilted world

I read a lot of sadness.

Sad words

be all tears

Sliding with the wind in the lonely night sky

There are many touching stories outside the window.

This story has been handed down from generation to generation.

Time has no time to turn the page, take a glance.

Page after page of pain

Fill in the ins and outs of each story.

I don't know. Outside the window tonight

How many people will listen?

Is autumn wild?

There will also be a short bonfire.

The rapid movement of clouds

The weakness of the wind

Like an empty dream

Time is on the keyboard of missing.

Beat in pain

Outside the window, there is a distant yearning.

Missing touches the grassland of the soul.

The flowers are full of ochre and white clouds.

The night is beautiful because of missing.

Beauty is lonely because of love.

this evening

I really want to say

It is the autumn wind that uses the truest feelings.

Collect the desolation of life

I don't know if you know this.

You are in the wind

This is the most beautiful song in my heart.

Modern poetry outside the window 13 if you are outside the window.

Get up early in the morning, after grooming.

Open the window and look out,

Imagine you are outside the window.