Love poems of modern poets

1. Beautiful modern love poems (about modern beautiful love poems)

Beautiful modern love poems 1. Beautiful modern love poems.

Yan Yuhong

Spring flowers, rainy nights, some thoughts about snow.

Autumn waters eventually turn into tears.

A few strands of affection

How can Iraqis come back?

Looking at the moon alone

Mo Wen, where am I from?

I just want to use colorful words.

Go back with you

Look at the moon alone in spring.

The pasture is sad and fragrant.

Looking for the world alone

Travel around the world

I just want to go back with you.

Mo Wen, where am I from?

Peeking at the moon alone

confused

Look at your face.

Yan Yuhong

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Text/Xiaoyao's persistence in dreams

This is my smoke ring.

Thick, light and scattered.

Missing pervades quietly in the dusk.

Can't catch it

There is a rosy cloud on the horizon.

Down and out mountain stream

Think of the rainbow yesterday's gorgeous world of mortals, just like seeing it for the first time.

Why are you so worried?

Look at the poisonous color of Schumann Shahua.

With the last taste

Turn into a smile in tears

Dusty laziness

Mourn the prodigal son on a sunny day

2. Ask for some beautiful poems about love, whether ancient poems or modern poems ~

1, change your life with my three fireworks.

2. I am young and energetic.

3, long streets, countless fireworks, you pick up the lights and look back.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.

5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.

6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.

14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.

16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

19, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am.

20, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

2 1, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

22. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.

23, ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

24. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

25, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

26. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

27. Mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.

28, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is up to me.

29. After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

30, the fog dispersed, woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is, silent Qian Fan.

3 1, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

32, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

34. Just let it be, mountains and rivers don't meet.

35. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

36, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.

37. Perhaps it is the marriage in a previous life, or the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment.

38. Every year, one day goes by and autumn goes by. One generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the sofa, one is looking for a group of acquaintances in life and one is dreaming. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

39. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

40. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

4 1, I just feel that your majesty's inspection reminds me of your morning and evening.

42. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow and be at a loss for another year.

43, turn around, a wisp of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

44. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

45. The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

47. Whoever should be robbed will become stubborn.

48. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.

49. Life is as unusual as the first time.

50, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.

3. What poems describe the beauty of love?

The beautiful poems describing love are as follows

1, there is a beautiful woman that I can't forget. I haven't seen her for a day and I feel crazy.

2, on the moon, the willow shoots, people are about after dusk. -Song Ouyang Xiu

3. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. A beautiful poem about love. -Li Bai

4. Find a good dream, which is difficult to realize. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

5, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.

6. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Don Li Shangyin

7, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long. —

8. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

9. If you don't think about it for a day, you will be embarrassed. -Song Liu Yong

10, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

1 1, full of water, silent pulse.

12, since then, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west building under the bright moon. -Tang

13, with little effort, the two feelings are the same. -Han Yuefu folk songs

14, ask the world what love is and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen

15, above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. -Don Bai Juyi

16, Shen Yan, a fish, traveled all over the world and began to believe that human beings are separated from each other. -Dai Shulun

17. Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint. -Liu Yong

18, holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong This is the sorrow that all mankind must know, poor * husband and wife. -Yuan Zhen

19, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen

20, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. —— Tang Yuanzhen

2 1, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. -Don Liu Yuxi

22. If you don't see each other, how can you be ruthless? -Sima Guang

23. Acacia said that it was acacia, and Silang hated Xiaomin. -Liang Qichao

24, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. Chou-yu Cheng

25. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Tang Wang Wei

26, tears and brocade, life is only difficult to die.

27. When you, my love, are riding a bamboo horse, trotting around the circle and throwing your childhood.

28, from the monarch, dark in the mirror. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

29. I hope I shine like the stars and the moon every night.

4. Beautiful modern love poems

Lin's "You are an April Day on Earth", I said that you are an April Day on Earth, and the laughter around you is bright, and the light spirit dances and changes in the splendor of spring. You are a soft star blowing from the sky in early April, and the drizzle inadvertently sprinkled in front of the flowers. You are the crown of flowers, you are naive and solemn, you are the goose yellow after the full moon melts every night, you are like the green that has just sprouted, and you are gentle and happy. You are the dream Bai Lianhua. You are a tree with flowers, and swallows are whispering among the beams. You are love and warmth. I hope you are an April day on earth. How did Xi Murong's A Tree Blossoms let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? I begged in front of the Buddha for 500 years to form a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree, which was carefully full of flowers in the sunshine on the roadside you must pass. Blooming is my hope in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. When you finally ignore those friends who have fallen behind you, it is not petals, but my withered heart. I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in a flash.

You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! I don't know which direction the wind blows. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am spinning in the light waves of my dream. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication.

I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory in my dream. I don't know from which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream and my heart is broken in the sadness in my dream! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-I'm in a dream, and darkness is the glory in my dream.

5. Seek classic modern love poems

What do you want me to do？ I can't speak in my heart, and I am also very painful. But why, exactly why, always break through my last line of defense. I don't like colors without the purity of white paper. It's just chaos This is a kind of chaos. Maybe this is the sadness that should exist at this age. But why do some people go out all their lives? Maybe that's what I said. This rainy season came late and left a little late.

Love, love is just a grain of sand. Whoever falls in love with you first will collapse first. A piece of white paper should not be colored, but why is there such an unwilling answer? It's already very quiet inside, but why should we be confused by this colorful world? This is just a lie. Maybe I don't understand. Maybe I will never know how to understand. Now is the prelude to adulthood, and I only feel helpless from it. Comma, period, double quotation marks, my fate should be guided, I am not qualified, how can a person who has never experienced it deserve to say such a thing? I just let my sad story continue to be staged, feel the artistic conception, lead a drunken life, rotate on my so-called stage, and feel the hardships of the next breath when the next space bar comes.

6. Dear literary masters, seek beautiful modern love poems.

These sentences you said can only be regarded as meaningful words, not as modern poems, because of the lack of image management: let me help you find some modern poems I have read: …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The earth and the sky are one. You call me a woman and strengthen my body. I am a white feather body as soft as water. You hold me in your hand, and I will hold the world. I am so dazzling in the sun, you can't believe that I am the gentlest and most sensible woman who sees through everything but is willing to share everything. A winter, a huge night bound my heart. I want to hold your hand, but in front of you, my posture is a fiasco. When you leave, my pain will be. The sun rises for the whole world! I only care about you with the most hateful tenderness. I have my own way. Call for help, and my soul can help? As my blood, the sea can lift me to the foot of sunset. Who remembers me? But I remember more than my whole life, such as Oak and goddess peak. You should search online.

Yongming Zhai is a poetry group, so this group of poems in the Woods also need to be read well, in the name of women and in the name of love. Give it to him as long as you want. I love him and I will give you everything-my soul and my body.

Ivy-soft arms and lily-pure lips are waiting for you. Love swells the master's heart; Gentle longing, like the tide looking for the beach, drowns you.

What's the use of bright eyes if you don't exist in them; Just like a night without stars, the quiet pond is dark. Late at night, I can only send a messenger with wings, with cherished promises and bitter thoughts. It came back sadly-your window was asleep.

There is not a word of love in the poem, but the name of the other party that people ignore is chosen as the object of chanting, and extraordinary artistic wine is brewed.

Call your name softly every night with the lightest voice in the world. Write your name, draw your name, and dream of your shining name.

Like the sun, like the stars, your name. Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.

Like a flying spark, like lightning, your name. Like the burning of the virgin forest, your name.

Carve your name, carve your name on the tree, carve your name on the immortal tree of life. When this plant grows into a towering old tree, ah, how good, how good, your name is bigger.

It's big. Your name. Here we go. Your name.

So, call your name gently and gently. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Let's look at the "echo" of love. I don't remember how thin you are. I tried to hold you with my hands, but you hid by the river between the seven holes. Suddenly I saw my grass-colored face, clamoring to become a narcissus. No matter what I say through a row of geese overhead, you repeatedly ask, "After 1000 years, I lost weight and cried, where will you be?" I am still standing in the mountains, like a cliff in thousands of feet, echoing your sadness. ........................................................................................................................, for example, Beyond Smoke and Because of the Wind, if you like, you can directly search for love poems to read. He is called the poet demon, but it has great fame.

The following is Love's One Question and Two Types: Dialectics of Love. The end of life, a woman's life, is under the beam. The woman didn't come, the water didn't go, and she died holding the beam. -Zhuangzi One Piece: I'll wait for you in the water, inch by inch to your knees and to your throat. My eyes floating on the river are still bright, and my ears are still looking at a bluestone path. My nepotism caresses thistle, which fluctuates in my swollen body thousands of times every month. On the stone pillar, moss is covered with oyster hair, and I cling to the pier like a nest of water snakes, tangled in the rapids. I will wait for you in the water, I will wait for you in the water, I will wait for you in the ashes. Type 2: I'll wait for you under the bridge, and the rain is as urgent as the sound of shoes crossing the bridge. Is that your emergency appointment? Holding that small umbrella full of clouds and jingling vows like small copper coins, I will wait for you under the bridge, waiting for you to come out of the rain. The river rose to my feet and waist, and the vortex around my mouth gradually expanded to the face of the deceased. I began to fear the current. It's too cold. Lonely and empty, like a fish after spawning, I believe you won't come. I am willing to pull out a white feather for love birds in the sky and go ashore. I'm heartless, but I blame the water for coming faster than you. A bunch of roses will be swept away by the waves and will float to your hands one day. ..................................................................................

There are times when you just sneak away for love.

7. Seek modern love poems.

I will wait for Yu Guangzhong forever.

If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful

That verb, if it died that night,

What am I afraid of? When I love

If you can't love heartily, you must love sadly.

This summer, your beauty stung me for no reason.

As long as you reach out, a miracle will land.

In the open palm, there is your landing.

In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus.

For example, the evening in late summer, facing the pool full of fragrance.

Facing the quiet and spontaneous combustion soul

Who will promise me?

What if I call you by your nickname?

As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer.

A petal of red, why did I meet you?

Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs, and Lotus is Pearl Krabs.

Read Pearl Krabs, and meet people when you meet lotus.

As long as there is in my heart, as long as there is in my dream.

There is also a smell that summer is dying.

That is, stubble is everywhere, that is, the stars are not extinguished.

Still the soul of the lotus.

Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips, say it and spit out that verb.

People who have loved are far from forgetting. Injury prevention

Trauma is always there. My scar

Scary red, branded lotus.

8. Modern love poems

To the oak tree, if I love you-/I will never learn to climb Campbell flowers,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.

/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. /Comment/Shu Ting's poems are novel in conception and full of lyrical colors; Exquisite language and distinctive personal style.

To the Oak Tree is a beautiful and profound lyric poem of hers. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great.

It is like an old and fresh song, which touches people's heartstrings.

9. Beautiful modern love poems

Lu Qian's Skills remembers that when I was young, you loved talking and I loved laughing.

Once sat side by side under a peach tree, the wind was at the treetop, and the birds were singing. I don't know how to fall asleep, but I know how many flowers fall in my dreams.

Lin's "You are an April Day on Earth", I said that you are an April Day on Earth, and the laughter around you is bright, and the light spirit dances and changes in the splendor of spring. You are a soft star blowing from the sky in early April, and the drizzle inadvertently sprinkled in front of the flowers. You are the crown of flowers, you are naive and solemn, you are the goose yellow after the full moon melts every night, you are like the green that has just sprouted, and you are gentle and happy. Flowers bloom like swallows whispering among the beams, which you love or are warm. I hope you are an April day on earth. How did Xi Murong's A Tree Blossoms let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For 500 years, I have been begging the Buddha for us to become a dusty Buddha, so I turned me into a tree, which is carefully full of flowers in the roadside sunshine you must pass. Blooming is my hope in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. When you finally ignore those friends who have fallen behind you, it is not petals, but my withered heart. I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in a flash. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! I don't know which direction the wind blows. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am spinning in the light waves of my dream.

I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory in my dream.

I don't know from which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her ingratitude, my sadness. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream and my heart is broken in the sadness in my dream! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-I'm in a dream, and darkness is the glory in my dream.

I am a wayward child from Gu Cheng. Perhaps I am a child spoiled by my mother. I am willful. I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw a clumsy and free picture on my beloved white paper, an eye that will never cry, a sky, feathers and leaves belonging to the sky, a light green night and an apple. I want to draw a smile that I can see in the morning, and draw all the youngest ones without pain. I want to draw an imaginary love that I have never seen before. Cloud, her eyes are the color of clear sky. She will always look at me and never turn around suddenly. I want to draw distant scenery, clear horizon and water waves, many happy rivers and hills-full of faint fluff. I let them get close to each other, let them fall in love, and let the excitement of every silent spring turn into a little flower's birthday. I also want to paint the future. I've never met her. It's impossible, but I know she is beautiful. I painted her autumn windbreaker, those burning candles and maple leaves, many hearts extinguished by loving her, weddings and festivals that woke up early-with cellophane and illustrations of northern fairy tales. I am a wayward child. I want to draw all the misfortunes on the earth, so that all eyes accustomed to darkness can get used to light. I want to draw a downwind, a mountain higher than a mountain, the desire of the oriental nation, and draw the sea. Finally, I want to draw a koala on a paper corner. He is sitting in the dark jungle of Victoria, sitting on a quiet branch. He has no home and no heart to stay far away. He only has many berry dreams and big eyes. I wish I could think about it, but I don't know why I didn't get crayons and colorful moments. All I have to do is tear up Zhang Xinai's white paper, let them look for butterflies, and let them disappear from today. I am a child spoiled by my imaginary mother. I am willfully holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently sad like me, and sad and disappointed like me.

She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path.

In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.

Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" If I love you-I will never show off on your branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It is not just like the cool comfort sent by spring for many years; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak. Even during the day.

Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.

Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us.

You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.

Xu Mozi's "Biekangqiao" left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

The green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water: in the soft waves of Hekang River, I would like to be a water plant! The pool in the shade of elm trees,