Modern poems about sad love
Waiting for you in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain
Cicadas sinking, frogs rising
A pool of red lotus like red flames, in the rain
It is the same whether you come or not, but I feel that every lotus is like you
Especially across the dusk, across this fine rain
Eternity, brakes and the sun.
Every lotus looks like you
Especially in the dusk, in this rain
Eternity, moment, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside of time
Inside of time, waiting for you, in the moment, in the eternity
If your hand was in mine, at this moment, if your fragrance was in my nostrils, I'd say, "Little Lover. Say, little lover
No, this hand should be picking lotuses in the Wu Palace
This hand should be
Shaking a cinnamon syrup in a magnolia boat
A star hangs from the eaves of the Science Museum
Earrings hang in the air
The Swiss watch says it's already seven o'clock Suddenly, you're here
Fluttering with a fluttering of red lotuses after the rain, you're coming
Like a little ditty. A little song
From a love story you come
From Kang Baek-seok's lyrics, in rhyme, you come
The next date
- a parting gesture to re-send the words, in which there's a vow of two hearts
When I die, your name will be like the last petal
On my lips will fall the last petal of a flower. p> Fluttering down from my lips.
Your fingers
are a string of keys, lingering
held in my hands, let me open
let me open open, which door?
Holding your hand and dying is lucky
Listen to you, you still love me, listen to you
There is still a phoenix after the Phoenix dies
There is still a spring after the spring dies, but at least
there is a May that once belonged to us
Every white hair still trembles for you, every dashing
remembers the old times, remembers
The place where you stepped on the ground.
A few red lilies bloomed where you stepped
A daffodil sprayed where you stood
You stood in the wind, your skirt fluttering, your hair fluttering
Covering your ears in my chest
Listen to my heart, it's tired, it's tired
It has outlived its usefulness for the Zhen Zhen, Zhen Zhen
It beats too strongly, too often
Love has given it too much weight, and love has made it too heavy.
Love puts too heavy a load on it, love
One end of love is here, the other end
In the primitive. The last date was in Lantian
And then last time, on the shores of Luoshui
In the flood, in the vicinity of the sea, in the nebulae of the reentry
In the memory ah beyond the memory, the other end of the love
Where is the next date, where is the next date?
What do you say, what do you say, I'll follow you
(Do you believe in reincarnation, do you believe?)
The black sleeves of death block, I can't see clearly, but
Well, I hear you, I must go
Forever, I'll wait
If in the morning I hear you pouring out, the most beautiful
that verb, and if I die that night
What fear do I have? When I love
I must love poignantly, if not magnificently
Your beauty has split me for no reason, this summer
Just stretch out your arm and a miracle will land
In the palm of your spread hand, you will land
In the palm of my hand, in the palm of the lotus
For example, in the twilight at the end of the summer, in the face of the pool of fragrance
In the face of the soul of a silent, self-igniting fire
In the face of the soul of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world, in the face of the world.
Which one, which one will promise me
if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is still a pool, as long as there is still a summer day
A petal of red color, why should I meet you?
The lotus is Zhen Zhen's nickname, and the lotus is Zhen Zhen
Once you think of Zhen Zhen, you can see the lotus as a person
As long as there is still in your heart, and as long as there is still in your dream
There is still a petal of freshness and warmth, which means that the summer has already left
That is, the remnants of the stems on the ground, and the remnants of the star in the sky, the immortal
is still the soul of the lotus
For eternity, I will be waiting for you to part your lips, open your teeth, and spit out the verb "to". That verb
Whoever has loved, never forgets. Where one has been wounded
Forever traumatized. My wounds
Red and shocking, branded in the shape of a lotus flower
My favorite
2. Seek sad modern poems about love
You do not understand me, I do not blame you
-- Yu Qiuyu
Everyone has a dead end,
I can't get out of it myself, and no one else can break into it.
I put my deepest secrets there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a wound,
either deep or shallow, covered with a cloth, thinking it does not exist.
I put the most crimson blood there.
I don't blame you for not understanding me.
Everyone has a love affair,
With heart, love and strength, touched and sentimental.
I hide the hottest mood there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a line of tears,
Drinking cold water, brewed into hot tears.
I put the most heartbreaking aggression sink there.
You do not understand me, I do not blame you.
Everyone has a confession,
apprehensive, uneasy, but full of sincerity and courage.
I put the most lyrical language there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
You will never see me when I love you most,
because I only love you most when I can't see you.
In the same way,
you will never see me when I am the loneliest,
because I am the loneliest only when you can't see me.
Perhaps, I am too good at hiding my sadness.
Perhaps, I am too good at comforting my wounds.
Perhaps, I was too good at taking care of myself in your eyes,
so you never considered my feelings.
You thought, I can recover very quickly, some selfish thought.
Walking from the rain to the sun, I passed through the mud and the wind.
Along the way, you did not understand me, and I did not blame you.
I am not to show my generosity,
nor to reflect my generosity.
I just want you to know that the feelings are not there and the blame does not exist.
3. Seek modern sentimental love lines or poems
1. A lot of things that we thought we would never forget in our lifetime are forgotten in the days when we can't stop thinking about them .
2. I know I'm not a very good record keeper, but I like to look back at the road I came from more than anyone else, I not only look back, stood still, and then the time is still under my roaring forward. 3. If you give me a tear, I'll see the whole ocean in your heart. 4. Those carved in the chair behind the love, will not be like the cement on the flowers, open up no wind, lonely forest.
5. In this sad and bright March, I beat the horse from my thin youth, through the purple violet, through the cottonwood, through the sometimes hidden sadness and happiness and impermanence. 6. Lonely people will always remember with all their hearts every person who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you unreservedly, and in every starry night, counting my loneliness over and over again.
7. I counted your smile every day, but you even laugh, are so lonely. They say your smile, and beautiful and fall.
8. Once there was a smile in my life, but in the end, it is still like a fog like dissipation, and that smile, has become a y buried in my heart of a turbulent river, can not swim across, that the sound of the river, it has become my every day and every night singing of despair. 9. The noise and brightness of the mortal world, worldly joy and happiness, as bright as a stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Milky Way, warmth like spring water gushing out, I do not have the luxury of wishing, I just want you to be happy, do not grieve ````` 10. The wind blew up like a flower like a broken flow of years, and your smile shook shake shake shake shake, to become my life on the way to the most beautiful embellishments, look at the sky, look at the snow, look at the season of the deep dark shadows.
11. A person always have to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then in a moment of inadvertence, you will find that the original effort to forget things really so forget. 12. Hiding in a certain time, miss a period of time palm prints; hiding in a certain place, miss a stand in the way to stand also stand in the way to go, let me hang on to the person.
13. Hold my hand, close your eyes and you will not get lost. 14. Some things have not yet finished that let's forget about it. Everyone is a king, in their own world of domineering, you do not want to listen to me, but you do not let me listen to you. 15. I forget which year and which day of which month I carved a face on which wall, a face that smiled sadly and stared at me We smiled and said that we stayed in the original place of time, but in fact have long been swept away by the torrent silently.
16. Some people will always be engraved in the memory, even if you forget his voice, forget his smile, forget his face, but whenever you think of him when the kind of feeling, is never going to change 17. Those who used to say that they would never part, have long been scattered in the end of the world. 18. It turns out that the children who are involved with words are never happy, their happiness is like a playful child, wandering to the light of day, wandering to the light of day but still refuses to come back.
19. You can never see me when I am most lonely, because only when you are not by my side, I am most lonely. 20. Songs form the space, let the years come and go freely, so still protected by the person's face does not change and a huge and no curtain hate. 21. One day I will walk away from you silently, without any sound. I miss a lot, I am always alone sad. 22. I watched you smile, be silent, be pleased, lose, just as I am now, and so I followed you to be happy and sad, only I always stood in the present while you stayed forever in the past. 23. If we are children, we can stay in the original place of time, sitting together while listening to those stories that never grow old while slowly white head. 24. I forget which year and which day of which month I carved a face on which wall, a smile and sadness, staring at my face, those carved in the back of the chair behind the love will not be like the flowers on the concrete floor, blooming out of the end of the world without the wind of the forest.
25. Not every effort will be rewarded, but every reward must be hard, this is an unfair and irreversible proposition . 26. When you really love something you realize how fragile and powerless words are.
Words and feelings are always separated. 27. Forgetting is our irrevocable destiny. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything from the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends little by little to the wrong side.
Perhaps the wrong things we really should forget. 28. What does it mean to be happy? It is to cover up their own sadness and smile at everyone.
29. There is no soft love in the hard city. Life is not Lin Daiyu, not because of sadness and flavor.
People can never see through the water and moon in the mirror, but I point to the smoke and clouds in the world for a thousand years, such as me in a flash. 30. Memory wants to be poured in the palm of the water, no matter whether you spread out or hold tightly will eventually from the cracks in the fingers, drop by drop flow clean.
31. Who is a passer-by in the life of who is the wheel of life, the dust of the past life, the wind of this world, the soul of endless sorrow. I look back to the road I grew up, day by day to watch, I stood on the side of the road, hands in the pockets of the windbreaker to see countless crowds of people walking past me expressionless, occasionally someone stops to smile at me, brilliant as a peach blossom. I know that these people who stop will eventually become the warmth of my life, and when I see them, I will remember not to leave.
32. This city does not have the legend of the grass grows and flies, it is always living in reality, fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes, false smiles, and I am being assimilated. 33. Those things that we thought we would never forget, in the process of our forgetfulness, we forget; one day will be completely different, time did not teach me anything, but taught me not to easily believe in the myth.
34. The wind blew empty. The year has gone by again.
And the coming year, but also so past. I don't know whether there is frustration behind the stability, or whether there is stability in the frustration.
It's just that we can't find it. 35. A beast is wounded, it can run to a cave to hide by itself, and then lick its wounds and hold on by itself, but once it is shushed, it can't stand it.
36. Wounds are like me, a stubborn child, refusing to heal, because inside is a warm and moist place for anything to grow. 37. Because I know you're a child who worries easily, I put the line in your hands but don't dare to fly too far.
Whatever I follow.
4. More sentimental modern poems
I like that you are silent, as if you disappeared.
You listen to me from afar, and my voice cannot reach you.
As if your eyes have flown away far away,
Like a kiss that seals your mouth.
As if all things filled my soul,
You emerged from all things and filled my soul.
You are like my soul, a dream butterfly,
You are as the word melancholy.
I like that you are silent, as if you were far away.
You sound like a lament, a butterfly like a dove in mourning.
You hear me from afar, my voice cannot reach you.
Let me be silent in your silence.
And let me speak to you through your silence.
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its silence and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.
I like that you are silent, as if you disappeared,
distant and sad, as if you were dead.
One word, one smile, is enough.
And I will feel happy because it is not true.
5. A few modern poems about love (sentimental, move people to tears)
Error Zheng Chouyu I played the Jiangnan walked through the face of the waiting in the season, such as the opening and closing of the lotus, the east wind does not come, the willows do not fly in March, your heart is like a small lonely city, precisely if the streets of the lapis lazuli to the evening sound sound does not sound, the spring curtains are not uncovered in March, your heart is a small window tightly covered, my Dada hoofs is a beautiful! Mistake I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ...... a blossoming tree Xi Murong How can you meet me at this most beautiful moment For this I have been in front of the Buddha for 500 years begging the Buddha to let us have an earthly relationship The Buddha then transformed me into a tree that grows by the side of the road that you must pass through The flowers bloomed cautiously under the sunlight They are all the hopes of my past life When you come closer, please listen closely to me. The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting, and when you finally walk by oblivious to the friends that fall behind you, that's not flower petals, that's my fading heart by chance Xu Zhimo I'm a piece of cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the center of your waves - you don't have to be surprised, and even less need to rejoice - in the twinkling of an eye, eliminating the trace.
You and I met on the night sea, you have your, I have my, direction; you remember or not, it is best to forget, there is this meeting when the light of mutual release! Youth Ximurong, all the endings have been written, all the tears have departed, but suddenly forgot how a beginning, in that ancient summer, no longer come back, no matter how I trace, young you only as a cloud shadow swept by, and your smiling face is very shallow and faint, gradually hidden in the sunset after the group of arashi, the tunnel turned over the yellowed title page, the fate of the binding of it is extremely poor, with tears, I read it again and again! I read it again and again, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty. Who who anonymous who drew circles on life who hovered on the stage who and who met smiled touched complained silenced waved who and who left consoled deceived heartbroken promised stayed in love then who and who could not imagine could not love could not love who said who still remembered who forever whose decadence whose reincarnation whose ambiguity whose fingers kissed whose brow who's heart hid who's tears who's eternity who's a hundred turns who curses Who buys drunkenness, who has a broken heart, who doesn't return, who experiences, who sins, who spurns, who is beautiful? I've got a woman in Berlin named Isabella, and I'm worried about a distant man in my heart. You say that seeing things in advance is like drinking green tea, and I've forgotten to take off my crucifix. You say that you've made a clay Bodhisattva for Christmas, and you say that whoever's footsteps originate from the earth is transformed by the earth. I say that calendars keep track of clocks, and I ask you if there's a chromatic difference between the black and white keys, and you say that the notes you've forgotten are the notes that are the notes that are the notes that are the notes that are the notes that are the notes of the wine that are the notes that are the notes of the glass that you've forgotten. Washed out the lip prints left in the corner of the cup of graffiti Who is the white horse you only walk into the room to fall in love with Who is the early virginity in your heart without the reincarnation of the illusion Who is the last piece of chip after you decided not to contradict the last Who has wished at twelve o'clock indifferent to the true or false words Who and who cut a piece of lotus root pizza under the light.
. With two more ancient poems.
The hairpin phoenix Lu You red resuscitation hand, yellow Teng wine, full of spring color palace wall willow.
The east wind is evil, the love is thin. A cup of sadness, a few years away.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The peach blossom is falling, the idle pool is in the pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, the brocade book is difficult to trust. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
If life is only like the first sight, Nalan Seide? If life is only like the first time, what is the matter with the sad painting fan in the autumn wind? If you want to change your old heart, you have to say that it is easy to change your old heart, but it is easy to change your old heart.
6. Seek modern sentimental love sentences or poems
1, experienced the world's wisdom, finally realized that too much effort too much publicity things, must be bluffing. And the inner peace is the real peace, it is cleaner, purer, closer to the place called soul.
2, would like to erase you from my memory, but always think of you uncontrollably: every moment in the dream, in the waking minutes and seconds.
3, successful people are with others to learn from experience, the failure of people only with their own learning experience.
4, people live again beautiful, there will be trouble, the road to go again dashing, there will be confused, life, to be a thick; life, to be a kind of abundance; days, over a mood.
5, efforts, although may not harvest, but give up, must be nothing. Then a good opportunity, but also rely on people to grasp, and efforts are vital. Let go and do it, insist on sticking to it!
6, perhaps not the road you originally wanted to go, but also not the top of the mountain you originally wanted to climb, but another road has another road of scenery, different mountain tops will be just as beautiful sunrise, do not forget the original road.
7, people in the lone reverse travel in the most easy to feel life, the years are silent, there are some margins in the life of a flash in the pan, there are some people only because of a look back will be suspected of knot in the heart. The cherish to cherish, don't come to the late to understand, then it is already late.
8, we are most afraid to see, not two people who love each other hurt each other, but two people who love a long time and a long time suddenly separated, like strangers rub shoulders. We can not stand that cruel process, when implanted in the blood and bone of the intimate, how will become the two later forget the indifference! The heartbeat of the time, hate can not be placed in the hands, embrace in the arms, happy in the eyebrows, such as the encounter of a preferred text, words and phrases are into the heart.
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7. modern poems about love
Organize don't mean, part of the original < love message>
On the moon's fence
I wrote
"I love you!"
I love you so much!"
On the walls of the moon
On the long leans of the park
On the carcasses of the trees
On the stamens of the roses
On the clear water of the brooks
That's the handwriting of my hand
May, may, may
You read this message
On the onyx of the morning sun
I carved
"I love you!"
"I love you so much!"
That moment>
Warm fragrance
Through time and space
Heart to heart collision
Splash of souls
Splendid heart
Love is like a tidal wave
That moment
We opened our hearts
That moment
We have no distance
8. Modern Poems Describing Love
1. "Between You and Me"
Between you and me,
the feelings are so thin,
calm and pure,
like transparent air,
like clear running water,
rushing between the moon on the sky and the moon in the water.
2. "To the Oak Tree"
If I love you,
I will never be like the climbing camelias,
showing myself off by borrowing your high branches;
if I love you,
I will never be like the infatuated birds,
repeating the simple songs for the green shade;
and I will not only be like the springs,
but also be like the fountains,
which always send the cool comfort.
Or more than a fountain,
That sends cool solace all the year round;
Or more than a peak,
That adds to your height,
That sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even the rain.
No,
they are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
as the image of the tree and stand with you.
Roots,
clasped in the ground,
leaves,
touching in the clouds.
With each passing wind,
we greeted each other,
but no one understood our words.
You have your brass and iron trunks,
like knives, like swords, like halberds;
I have my red flowers,
like heavy sighs,
like gallant torches,
and we share the cold, the wind, the thunder, the lightning,
and we enjoy the mists and the mist and the rainbow.
We share the cold, the thunder, the thunder;
we enjoy the mist, the mist and the rainbow.
We are the first to share the cold,
and we share the cold.
As if we were separated forever,
but we are together for life.
That's what makes a relationship great,
and that's where constancy is:
Love,
not only your greatness,
but also the place you hold on to,
and the ground beneath your feet.
3. "Feelings"
In the simple arithmetic of one plus one
there is often a third number
that comes out to mess things up
In the blazing fire of firewood
the taste of oil, salt, soy and vinegar
is getting fainter and fainter
the fusion of body and body
the need for reasoning is most fleeting
The fusion of heart and mind
Takes the longest time
Feelings in the dictionary
Are too simple to explain
Feelings in life
Are getting more and more troublesome
4. "The Beautiful Girl in the Gallery"
There is a still-life painting of a vegetable and you gazing at it
So still.
The colors in that still life vibrate with the intensity of their own existence.
What would they be without light?
Stranger,
I love the way you stand so still in the intensity of the light you carry.
5, "feelings, is the smile of March"
Chrysanthemums standing in line to stand in the wind of the season
Thousands of times to look back fondly
Eyes to send the autumn leaves
Piggybacking off the nostalgia in the dream
Step through the door of the year, gorgeous turn
Wave a wave of the hand, and then say goodbye to the cold of the winter
Gentle spring breeze Playing Alpine Flow
That's the snow from afar, the tears of the plums
The heart of a young man - classic modern poems about feelings
Bypassing the Lantern Festival lanterns
Quietly hiding behind the Valentine's Day
Peeking at the swallows' tails to trim the February date
The head of the peach blossom is in the clouds
The head of the peach blossom is in the sky p>
Peach blossom head in rose-red
Uncovering the gaudy cover
I see, feelings
Precisely that March smile