There are modern poems about war.

1. What are the modern poems about war?

It's time for you to be satisfied, isn't it?

When the prosperity of thousands of people becomes barren

When the progress of civilization stops

You make the air no longer have the breath of peace

You make peace disappear from now on

But why can't you hear the child crying

That iron face. The coldness of the edge

You should be satisfied, right?

When you realize the expected desolation

When you finally take away yesterday's sunshine

You let the fairy tale world be filled with smoke from now on

You let despair cast your sword with blood

But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her son

Why did you send that cold bullet

into the gun chamber mechanically

? Satisfy

that blue sky

has been dyed red by you

and you have finally become more and more numb

Your steps are still calm

Put away your sinful hands

My poor child

Do you know

This ridiculous game

has long since. And no matter how dissatisfied you are

or even turn around and shoot a bullet at me stubbornly

, I will tell you

Life is given by God

You have no right to it. 2. What are the modern poems about war

1, War Home Author: Zhou Chong goes up, the red flag is on it, but it's the devil. It's a blood-sucking devil. Can't you see that it's dripping with blood? I'm going to dig a hole in the hillside, and I'm going home even if I die. I didn't betray my soul. I was accompanied by the brothers who rushed up on the red flag, but I'm going to return my body to my home. Battlefield home 2, War Author: Lin Yi's black feathers fell all over his shoulders, and the night stifled the last ray of light in the day. The sword and shadow were scattered in the sky, and the blood spilled in the palm of his hand. The scarred soul couldn't find its way back and fell on the black land. There was no sound, the wind roared, and the eyes were confused and empty. Snowflakes fell with tears. 3. War and peace Author: Falling into the water, the war of love brought us pain. War brought us harm. War was something that everyone didn't want to see! Let the war disappear before our eyes! Peace has brought us happiness, and peace is what everyone wants! Let peace live on earth forever! 4、 About the War Author: Zhao Kan's historical spear pricked obliquely from the dusty pile of old paper, hurting strings of feelings. The daily experience with war has thus become my career. Meng Jiangnv's sorrow for finding a husband has collapsed a corner of history, and the desire to read a round pastoral sentence buried in the depths of time has been wedged into the annual rings through the ages like a mirror hanging over people's heads to illuminate our eyes. The road to see further 5, a war Author: Liu Min, a war without smoke, whoever loves first will be defeated, and the wind will beat down a dream and two people will be dejected, one in the desert and the other in the swamp. 3. Modern poems about war, What are the ancient poems?

What are the main feelings of Qi Jiguang's North-South Drive? Jiang Lace Grass Laughs all his life. It's 36 days in a year. Zhang Jiayu (a hero who fought against the Qing Dynasty in the late Ming Dynasty) is bleak and dizzy, and the west wind in Leng Yue is cold and the battlefield is buried. The hero of Ma Ge died, which eventually made Khan Linxiang start his career from Guazhou to Jinling Zheng Chenggong. He vowed to destroy Hu Xiongshi and swallow Wu. Try to see that the moat is not a surname of Zhu Chibi. Du Mu's halberd, Shen Sha Tie, has not been sold, but it will be washed away. It is recognized that the east wind of the former dynasty is not in harmony with Zhou Lang's bronze finches, and the Er Qiao fisherman's proud Fan Zhongyan has stuffed Qiu Lai with different scenery.

Hengyang geese went unnoticed. The four sides are connected with each other.

thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.

a glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li. Yan ran did not return to nothing.

the Qiang tube is covered with frost. People are sleepless.

General's white hair makes him cry. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home Author: Cen Can the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy. The general was Hand guard with cold hands, and the iron - clad steel was so cold that it was hard to wear.

The vast sea has dried up the ice in thousands of feet, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and Wan Li is condensed. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ".

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. 4. Modern poetry describing war

War

The brilliant morning star disappears in the horizon

The source of light sinks into boundless chaos and darkness

The magnificent palace is disintegrating

Just like the world

The vast ruins stretch in all directions under its feet

The distant glory has been buried under the soil

It is desolate in this territory, and it is fearless. Our soldiers

are prostrate on the battlefield

The wonderful piano sound is silent

The strings are broken, and the joy is no longer there

The noise of the war has resurfaced

The clang of the spear

The terrible killing and call sign

still reverberates in my ears

Where are the heroes

The world is covered with bloody killings. 5. What are the modern poems describing the war < p? The most famous war poem: Life is precious, and love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both-petofi's "Sorrow for Greece" (England) Byron's Selected Poems-Sorrow for Greece [size=3] (Chapter 3 of Don Juan)-A Greek archipelago, beautiful Greek archipelago! The fiery Saffo sang a love song here; Here, the art of war and peace thrives, Dilos rises, and Apollo jumps out of the sea! The eternal summer has also plated the island with gold, but everything has been depressed except the sun.

The Muse of Erkaiao, the Muse of Dio, the hero's harp and the lover's pipa, which won a reputation on your shore, are now dumb in this birthplace; Oh, that song has spread far west, far exceeding your ancestors' "island paradise". Three ups and downs of the mountains looking at the marathon-marathon looking at the vast sea waves; I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour, dreaming that Greece was still free and happy; Because when I stand on the tomb of Persia, I can't imagine myself as a slave.

Four kings sat high on the top of the stone mountain and watched Salami stand upright overseas. Thousands of ships stopped at the foot of the mountain, and how many teams were still under his command! He counted them at dawn, but where were they at sunset? Uh-huh, where are they now? And you, my motherland? In the silent land, the hero's ode is now silent-the hero's heart is no longer stirring! Did your solemn harp fall into my hands? Sixth, being in a slave nation, although the honor is in decline, at least, the anxiety of a patriot makes me blush when I write songs; Because, what can a poet do here? Shame for the Greeks, tears for the Greek country. Do we have to cry and be ashamed of time? -Our ancestors bled.

the earth! Send back some Spartan bones from your arms! Even if you give us three of the 3 warriors, let Demebilly's death fight be resurrected! Eight what, still silent? Everything is silent? No! You listen to the ancient soul making noise like a waterfall in the distance. They replied, "As long as a living person climbs the mountain, we will come, we will come!" Hey! It's just that the living ignore it. Forget it, forget it; Try another tone: fill a glass of Samos wine! Leave the war to the Turkish savages and let the blood of Austria's grapes flow! Listen, how enthusiastically every drunkard responds to this dishonorable call! You still have Pirick's dancing skills, but where is Pirick's phalanx? These are two lessons. Why remember only one of them and forget the noble and strong one? Cadmus made fonts for you.-Did he teach them to slaves? Fill a cup with Samos' wine one by one! Let's put aside such topics! This wine once made Anacreon a sacred song; Yes, he succumbed to Porcredis, a tyrant, but this tyrant is at least our country.

A tyrant in Sony Sass is the most loyal friend of freedom: Oh, I hope we can have a tyrant as smart as him now, who will unite us against being bullied! One or three cups of Samos' wine! On the rocks in Suri and on the shore of Baja, there lived a brave descendant of a family, which was worthy of being raised by Sparta's mother. There, perhaps the seeds have been spread, which is the true biography of Hercules' bloodline. Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom, they have a king who does business; The local sword and local soldiers are the only hope to charge; But Turkey's force and Latin's deception will break through your shield from outside.

one or five cups of Samos' wine! Our girls are dancing in the shade-I see their black eyes shining, but looking at each bright girl, my eyes are fascinated by hot tears. Should this breast also feed slaves? Let me climb the cliff of Sunia, and I can hear whispering to each other, making me die like a swan; I don't want the country of slaves to belong to me-just break that Samos glass. 6. Modern Poetry on War

If there is a war in the distance

Author/Yu Guangzhong

If there is a war in the distance, you shouldn't cover your ears

You shouldn't dream, listen to shame

You shouldn't cover your nose, you should take a deep breath

It smells bad? Your ears should

listen to grenades

preach the truth? Motto? Medal? Supply?

can you feed your insatiable desire?

The war is frying a nation. In the distance,

an armored car runs over Chun Lv violently.

A teenager is calling for the unknown tomorrow to his mother's bloody corpse.

If a Muslim is cremating himself,

a white headscarf is lit up, and despair

The twisted limbs are hugged to nirvana

for an invalid gesture. Because

we are on the court, and they are sowing peace in the battlefield

flying soil and rolling smoke

We should be afraid or glad

that it is interception, not interception

We are players, not enemies

There is a war in the distance

There is a war in the distance, and we are friends in the distance

. If we are in the distance

Beyond the Bubble

Author/Love

After listening to the story of the man fishing clouds by the Wuding River

He will come from the water

In the drifting years

Where can the river find its banks?

The day is over

The row of willows on the shore is not very happy, but some moonlight

floats on the water

and tears begin to ripple in our bodies

War is one thing

Immortality is another thing

Mortar shells colliding with their heads in the sky

will inevitably set off a big wind of collapse

So < A bronze statue

There is a bronze statue over there

And we do have a bunch of

bubbles that twinkle for no reason

7. Modern poetry about war

Give me some sunny days

Author: Huo Jialu

Peach Blossom

You have to give me some sunny days

Don't let my peach blossom drift < Thin city

That night, I was playing in the city

Hiding behind a core, I listened to Ma Si in the empty city

Those white pavilions called out the swift and violent wind.

Peach knew nothing about war but fate.

The wind rolled up all over the place and leafed through the ancient books one by one. Happiness

The silence after the cold was called the misfortune of a beautiful woman.

Those pink ytterbium in the sunshine flashed and shouted, but they couldn't stop. Sunshine because my peach blossoms didn't go ashore

beside my fingertips

Spring Festival

Those bright yellow branches

grew in the dust raised by horseshoes

I rode a fast horse across all the streets

My city was a boudoir covered with flowers

The flowers that I leaned against the bed to study were my

scattered in that man's eyes day and night

. Building his narrow pond

I dare not take root for fear of hurting the water

The water that flows into the palm print circuitous floats the flame of spring

The flame can't be put into the bag of this life

A curtain must carry my flame with the wandering west wind

I carry the yellow up the hill

The soil it occupies just places the third button

Fingertips are weak

Snow. The yellow leaves an unfathomable distance

Phoenix's feathers fly for a whole season

My northern white hair is like frost

It's the end of time that drips from Phoenix's mouth along the loess

Now a thin horse is like a wall

The world is blooming everywhere

The yellow is wandering

LZ can choose one. 8. Modern poetry about war should have a title and a title. Urgent need

You should be satisfied, right

You should be satisfied, right

When the prosperity of thousands becomes barren

When the progress of civilization stops

You make the air no longer have the breath of peace

You make peace disappear from now on

But why can't you hear the cry of that child

That iron face

is still your boundless coldness. It's time to be satisfied, isn't it?

When you realized the expected desolation, when you finally took away yesterday's sunshine,

You let the fairy tale world be filled with smoke,

You let despair cast your blood-spattered sword,

But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her son?

Why did you send that cold bullet into the gun chamber mechanically?

You should be satisfied, right?