Modern poems about loneliness 1. What modern poems describe loneliness?
1. Desert without flowers
young heart
Slowly disperse
In the desert without flowers
once in a while
Stars in the sky
There are charming eyes in the dark.
Lose years of passion
that night
Or did you accidentally miss it?
That gloomy morning
one person
Run around at will
It's still nearby
A desert without flowers
1. Loneliness is blooming
"Will the flowering tree bear fruit?"
"When the flowers wither, you will know the result."
"Then why does it blossom?"
"Because of loneliness"
Step 2 be lonely
The street lamp opened its sleepy eyes.
I curled up into a lonely fish.
Wandering in fear in the lonely sea of people
A cold evening breeze is blowing from the sea.
Oh, how cold I am
So I looked for you blankly-
That cluster of seaweed on the desolate seabed
The vast sea of people is dark and strange.
Except for your warm arms
Loneliness is everywhere.
3. Direction
I am lost, because I am a road idiot, and this is a strange city.
Standing in the corner of autumn at dusk, the sky is getting dark.
People are coming and going in the street, and I don't know which direction to go.
I saw a group of ants crawling in the night, devouring the temperature.
Suddenly some cold street scenes whistle, which is a bit dull.
Identify the direction blankly
In the dim light, I see all the lights are like laughing eyes.
The taillights stared at me from far and near, and then they were pulled to the end of darkness.
I suddenly felt a little afraid that everything was changing, which I forgot.
Confused identification direction
Where is the front? Where should I go?
Never care about the direction, suddenly want to have a clear road sign.
Lonely years
As the night deepened, people became quiet.
I walk on a quiet road.
Walking on the road paved with fallen leaves
Autumn wind blows the fallen leaves.
I'm still walking.
Autumn wind blows gently.
Autumn rain is coming.
They disappeared with me at night.
I'm still here.
Life is beautiful.
Go to hell.
It's all about experience.
Time is like water.
Will slowly cross.
Years are like the wind.
Will inadvertently blow.
Lonely years
Let me bear it alone
Just let me bear everything.
Including her fault.
2. Modern poems describing loneliness
Turn around and cry in pain.
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When turning around, the mood will have a breakpoint;
A turn may be a century;
Turn around, you and I meet again, whether we will go back to the past.
Loneliness is on the left bank, sadness is on the right bank, and the other side of loving you is pain, affection, shallow singing, turning around, but it can't go far.
Love and care through the world of mortals are deep, warm and loving. That is a song that can never be sung, a beautiful tidbit that can never be sung from ancient times to the present. Women are always eager to be loved and cared for, and there are many feelings that can't be expressed in words. I did it for you too. My heart is like a net with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Leng Xiang is floating in the dust, and there is a smell of love spreading, which is the smell of you that I miss most. Why did you turn around, still carrying your shadow, surrounded by your temperature, and I struggled to identify the direction. I don't know whether to turn around or want to hold you tighter, and my heart hurts. I was in a trance, turned around and the dream was still there. I am thoughtful and stay in that ancient age.
I think of you again in loneliness. No, I feel lonely because I miss you. You must be lonely now, too. Waiting for you in sorrow, we are always wandering between such distances, very close and far away.
In my loneliness, I added many tears. Every tear is a sweet word I want to say to you. In fact, I once imagined that after I turned around, you would call me and you would regret not keeping me. So, I feel sad for you again, afraid that you won't see me, sad and afraid of you. I am afraid that a lonely person will face a long night because you can't find me.
Sometimes I think, let me turn into the rain of acacia on the horizon, follow you to the horizon, a corner of the sea, be your shadow and follow you. It turns out that after turning around, the oath is still there.
Heartache, but only unforgettable memories. It's a tender moment when flowers bloom and fall. Although short-lived, it will accompany us to wander all our lives. It turns out that everyone has such a delicate scenery in their hearts. Over the years, it has been growing in a secret place in his heart, invisible to outsiders. Only here is his true self.
Turning around is a very common action, but for some people, it changes the fate of life. No one will easily choose such an unforgettable action without special circumstances.
Some fragments, fragmented, some pictures, like yesterday, can't bear to leave. A lavender oil-paper umbrella, like a lonely lilac, moves lonely in the depths of the rain lane. The flowers shed tears, and so did the sky. Raindrops are its tears, and rain drops in my heart like an irresistible spring.
It turns out that turning around is so painful. ...
Pain is the hopeless spread of missing emotions. I want to tell you more, but I turn around and miss you, but I can't tell you. I just silently looked out the window and let the world of mortals come and go. Love is like fireworks, gorgeous and short-lived. I can only look at them with tears in my eyes, beautiful and then lonely.
Pain is an unspeakable yearning. Turning around is to stop missing, but after turning around, it is a more heartbreaking and painful feeling, spreading, spreading. ...
Love: if it's over, it won't come again;
Love: if you let go, everything will go back to the past;
Love: whether you care too much, but you can't hold each other's hands;
Love: Is it not as perfect as we thought?
Love: Is it impossible to start over?
Love: After love turns around, will your thoughts remain the same?
Turn around, I'm crying in pain!
3. Kneel for a modern poem about loneliness
silent
I was walking in the street.
The pedestrians around are like water.
I
in the middle of
But I have never felt a trace of human habitation.
It's like being in the wilderness
silent
I was walking in the street.
The world around us is gradually relaxing.
I
Slowly disperse
But I never felt a trace of attachment.
Looking back at the gorgeous street lamps
The loneliness in my heart is much better than before.
gently
Prosperity is disappearing.
The noise died away.
remain; stay
Only me
What about that piece?
Romantic world
4. Modern poems describing loneliness
Turn around and cry in pain.
Author: source: purple. Date: March 4, 2009 Reading: 142070 Font size: [small] [medium] [large]
When turning around, the mood will have a breakpoint;
A turn may be a century;
Turn around, you and I meet again, whether we will go back to the past.
Loneliness is on the left bank, sadness is on the right bank, and the other side of loving you is pain, affection, shallow singing, turning around, but it can't go far.
Love and care through the world of mortals are deep, warm and loving. That is a song that can never be sung, a beautiful tidbit that can never be sung from ancient times to the present. Women are always eager to be loved and cared for, and there are many feelings that can't be expressed in words. I did it for you too. My heart is like a net with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Leng Xiang is floating in the dust, and there is a smell of love spreading, which is the smell of you that I miss most. Why did you turn around, still carrying your shadow, surrounded by your temperature, and I struggled to identify the direction. I don't know whether to turn around or want to hold you tighter, and my heart hurts. I was in a trance, turned around and the dream was still there. I am thoughtful and stay in that ancient age.
I think of you again in loneliness. No, I feel lonely because I miss you. You must be lonely now, too. Waiting for you in sorrow, we are always wandering between such distances, very close and far away.
In my loneliness, I added many tears. Every tear is a sweet word I want to say to you. In fact, I once imagined that after I turned around, you would call me and you would regret not keeping me. So, I feel sad for you again, afraid that you won't see me, sad and afraid of you. I am afraid that a lonely person will face a long night because you can't find me.
Sometimes I think, let me turn into the rain of acacia on the horizon, follow you to the horizon, a corner of the sea, be your shadow and follow you. It turns out that after turning around, the oath is still there.
Heartache, but only unforgettable memories. It's a tender moment when flowers bloom and fall. Although short-lived, it will accompany us to wander all our lives. It turns out that everyone has such a delicate scenery in their hearts. Over the years, it has been growing in a secret place in his heart, invisible to outsiders. Only here is his true self.
Turning around is a very common action, but for some people, it changes the fate of life. No one will easily choose such an unforgettable action without special circumstances.
Some fragments, fragmented, some pictures, like yesterday, can't bear to leave. A lavender oil-paper umbrella, like a lonely lilac, moves lonely in the depths of the rain lane. The flowers shed tears, and so did the sky. Raindrops are its tears, and rain drops in my heart like an irresistible spring.
It turns out that turning around is so painful. ...
Pain is the hopeless spread of missing emotions. I want to tell you more, but I turn around and miss you, but I can't tell you. I just silently looked out the window and let the world of mortals come and go. Love is like fireworks, gorgeous and short-lived. I can only look at them with tears in my eyes, beautiful and then lonely.
Pain is an unspeakable yearning. Turning around is to stop missing, but after turning around, it is a more heartbreaking and painful feeling, spreading, spreading. ...
Love: if it's over, it won't come again;
Love: if you let go, everything will go back to the past;
Love: whether you care too much, but you can't hold each other's hands;
Love: Is it not as perfect as we thought?
Love: Is it impossible to start over?
Love: After love turns around, will your thoughts remain the same?
Turn around, I'm crying in pain!
5. Poems about loneliness
1, the piper went to Lou Yu, who was heartbroken?
2, sitting alone, advocating independent pay, lying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
The sober man and saint of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker left his name.
5, the soul dream is unbearable, more embarrassing.
6, it's hard to say, the window is bright and clean, and the shadow is still romantic.
7. I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
8. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
10, who saw a lonely person traveling alone, ethereal and lonely.
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1 1, only the running water in front of the building. If you miss me, stare at me all day. Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.
12, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
13, it's easy to meet, but difficult to leave, so where will I look back?
14, all the lonely cries fly towards the moon and shadow.
15, broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.
16, this time, what a sad sentence!
17, tears on the pillow are like rain outside the window.
18, few friends, who will listen to the broken string.
19, walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely!
6. Solitary sentences, modern poetry and ancient poetry are all good
The soothsayer lives in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou as Su Shi.
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
If you are waiting, your promise is warm. I am willing to use the depths of my soul.
The only light that can be exchanged with you.
And my young face. My freedom.
But I don't trust you anymore.
I don't believe there will be eternity in your hand.
If I don't believe in the shadow behind you, I will let go of my white love.
I saw my heart in the dark,
As old as a flower.
No pain. No tears.
Only peace. . . . . . Three o'clock in the morning. There was no sound in the darkness. Weakening rain. Humid air, and this world that doesn't meet your dreams. For insomniacs, nothing is comfort. Walking around the room in pajamas
Drink cold water. Look at your face in the mirror. Pale and withered. Indulgence and indulgence did not bring any expectations.
You want something you still have. Like past events and commitments. You think you're sick. Your stomach is as anxious and empty as your soul. Despair is a shadow everywhere. But at night, you are a flower without language. Can't make a sound. I can't sleep.
lonely
Lonely time
I dream of the prosperity of spring.
Dreams are prosperous.
But this can't alleviate my loneliness.
Because no one will notice.
My lonely heart
Nobody wants to hear it
My cool singing voice
Then let the wind be my only confidant.
In the dead of night
Only the wind will listen.
Those lonely poems I wrote
________________
It is said that it is the clear sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.
If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.
It is said that it is acacia in the far sea, and it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
________
winter jasmine
Where are the silence and flowers?
Momo Wu Wen Zhuang Yinchuan
Fireworks roared around Kyushu.
The sound of firecrackers shook the clouds.
Describe snowflakes and fireworks as flowers to welcome the arrival of spring.
Snowflakes are obscure and unknown.
Fireworks are colorful.
But it is also welcomed by the people.
All kinds of people will have their own achievements and make contributions to others and society. Don't see others feel sorry for themselves, but face life positively.
_____________
Slow voice
-Li Qingzhao
Look for it, it's cold,
Sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is sad, but deja vu.
Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged,
Who can pick it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be alone?
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
This time, what a sad sentence!
7. Is there a modern poem describing loneliness that must be a lonely poem (
Lu Ge (North Island)
In the forgetfulness of trees and trees
It's a dog's lyric attack
At the end of the unprovoked trip
Turn all the golden keys at night
No door is open to you.
A lantern followed.
The ancient winter law
I walked straight to you.
Your unfolding history folding fan
Closing is a lonely song.
The night bell asks you leisurely.
The echo answered for you twice.
Go upstream at night.
The roots of trees are secretly generating electricity.
Your orchard is very bright.
I walked straight to you.
All the way to other places.
When the flame burns on the heavy snow
Sunset sealed the empire.
The book of the earth turns to this moment.
Beidao (1August 2, 949-), formerly known as Zhao Zhenkai, is a pen name given to him by the poet Munk, and it is also his most influential pen name. Born in Beijing, his ancestral home is Huzhou, Zhejiang. China contemporary poet, one of the representatives of obscure poetry, is the founder of today's folk poetry publications.