The smell of autumn, modern poetry

In daily study, work and life, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of poems. Poetry has the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinct rhythm and catchy mouth. Do you know what kind of poems are good? The following is my collection of modern poems about the taste of autumn, for reference only. Let's have a look.

The Taste of Autumn Modern Poetry 1 The Taste of Autumn

On the other side of the horizon, a cloud floated in and was wrapped in a black shadow.

Closer. Closer.

Dreams in the clouds are real-

A feathered elf,

A lotus flower,

Bright in the rolling shadows ...

In the wet forest,

The smell of moss is floating around.

Soft leaves, lush grass,

Interwoven with the breath of autumn on the ground.

Occasionally, a jumping frog or an unknown animal pops up.

Chasing the direction of the geese,

Looking for hometown ...

The stone with words cracked,

With the wind.

The rice piles in the sunset, round and round, huddled together,

Golden colors warm each other.

Lotus lowers its head, quietly guarding Shui Ying and Bo Guang.

Some rustling showers, whispering,

Her fairy tales have been distorted.

Close to the eyes, dancing maple leaves,

Soak in the cold, blood coagulates,

The dream of endless dust is over.

The Taste of Autumn Modern Poetry 2 The Taste of Autumn

The smell of autumn wind brought me back to the world with you in vain.

In that world,

You took my chubby little hand and walked along grandma's country road together.

You accompany me, helpless and lonely, and solve the young and uncertain loneliness in this space at home.

In that world,

You braid my hair, wipe my ass, hug me and say don't cry,

I want scrambled eggs and rice. The air is filled with a room full of fragrance.

In that world,

We listened to stories told by Yang Jiajiang, ate sugar locked up by our mother and grew up together.

When we grow up, we support this family together, watching our parents get old and the house get weathered.

The world is with you,

You can sue if you are tired.

If you are tired, you can lean on it.

Hippies can make fun of themselves,

Let's talk about our family's sadness, happiness and some past events.

But the autumn wind started,

There you are.

The phoenix trees and willows in my hometown are also gradually gaunt and lonely.

I suddenly remembered your voice, your existence, your strength, your face,

Suddenly I think of your affection, your attachment, your persistence and your helplessness.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, you will always accidentally misunderstand that you will come to me with a smoke ring this season.

Back to our unfinished pale history and future.

My heart, in a hurry after you left,

Just like the moment when the maple leaves fall to the ground, they fall into winter.

Vast, short and long.