Modern poetry describing the night

Modern poems about night 1. Write modern poems about the night.

A generation

Gu Cheng

The night gave me black eyes.

I used him to find the light.

Black eyes

The night is hazy.

At night, beauty is beautiful.

I am ... the one opposite you.

calmly

The wind is still passing.

Tonight, you and I stop

Just stay, the noise of the outside world

we

It is still covered with dust.

You firmly believe that there is sunshine ahead.

I understand that there is spring in my world.

But we met anyway.

Years ago, by candlelight,

We are ... the same thing ... sitting face to face

The night is dim

The night is hazy.

this evening

How much silence is there?

I can only keep my piece.

No matter the four seasons

In my imagination, Xiangshan maple is always red.

Clear river water will not freeze.

The green leaves breathe the warm flame.

this evening

How many glasses of wine are not intoxicating?

I can only keep my piece.

Only winter

Reality is different from imagination.

Love is in summer, but winter is a reality.

Will wither

Will pierce

2. Modern poetry describing the night

At night, I am afraid of the arrival of the night. The suffocation it brings makes people feel that death is approaching, but it always comes on time and never hesitates for anyone.

At night, it was dark, and I had nowhere to look for you, scratching helplessly in the air with my hands. At night, it's too dark for me to see myself clearly. No one can ask me whether I am dreaming or waking up.

At night, it is very quiet, and my ears are alert to find a glimmer of life, which always tightens the nerves of fear. At night, I really heard the sound of blood flowing and cells quietly degenerating, pushing people into a black paint with nowhere to escape.

The sound of "cheep, cheep, cheep" broke the silence. Listen, listen, listen ... Oh, it turned out that the mouse was biting the old desk and chair, which stood silently and let others bite its body. Is it that its broken soul has nowhere to gather and wants to give up the body that represents life? Looking for hand finally stopped,-there is nothing to catch, hands too tired to move. Is it a dream or an alarm? -Where can you give me the answer? I am afraid of the night, but it always comes on time and never hesitates for anyone! I pulled it online, so be careful when handing in your homework.

3. Modern poetry describing the night

night

I'm afraid of the night,

The suffocation it brings makes people feel that death is approaching.

But it always comes on time,

Never hesitate for anyone.

Night, it's dark.

It's so dark that I have nowhere to look for you.

Hands scratching helplessly in the air.

It is really dark at night.

It was so dark that I couldn't see myself clearly.

No one can ask whether this is a dream or a wake-up.

Night, very quiet.

Quiet ears, vigilant search for a trace of life,

It always tightens the nerves of fear.

The night is really quiet.

Quiet enough to hear the sound of blood flow and cell degeneration,

Pushed people into a black paint with nowhere to escape.

The sound of "cheep, cheep, cheep" broke the silence.

Listen, listen, listen. ...

Oh, it was a mouse biting an old desk and chair.

The tables and chairs stood quietly,

Let others bite its body,

Is that its broken soul has nowhere to gather,

And give up the drive that represents life?

The searching hand finally stopped,

I didn't catch anything, but my hands were too tired to move.

Whether dreaming or waking up, they are still drifting.

Where are you who can give me an answer?

I'm afraid of the night,

But it always comes on time,

Never hesitate for anyone!

I pulled it online, so be careful when handing in your homework.

4. Modern poetry describing the night

Gu Cheng gave me black eyes at night, but I used him to look for black eyes that are bright at night. Beauty is beauty ... It is the quiet wind opposite you. Tonight, you and I only stay, and the noise of the outside world still flies over our heads. You believe that there is sunshine ahead, I understand. There is spring in my world, but we still met by candlelight many years ago. We sat face to face. It is hazy at night. How much silence is there tonight I can only keep my piece. No matter how the four seasons imagine, the maple leaves in Xiangshan are always red and clear, the river is not frozen, and the green leaves breathe warm flames. How much wine is not intoxicating tonight? I can only keep my piece. It's just that the reality in winter is different from imagination, but the reality in winter will wither and pierce.

5. Modern night poems

Memories of the night

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.

Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.

The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window.

The shadow of dead branches shone on her face as pure as a girl.

Her sad voice sang with the dead.

Honey, do you remember me?

Are you always sad the night I was buried?

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The broken arm of the statue in the distance is hidden aside.

That's the fantasy of the goddess. Use the middle finger to indicate the direction.

Little red flowers bloom around her, which is heaven.

Ahead is an abyss and a river.

Blood-like rivers irrigate bloodthirsty desires.

That's the queen's soup plate, which contains spoiled thick soup.

She would break the flower's neck and ask if it was sad.

Love from afar, do you still remember me?

Are you always sad when I bleed?

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.

Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.

The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.

6. Ask for a modern poem about the night

It is raining.

It's a little cold

My heart feels so warm.

The perfect fit between mood and environment

It seems that only at this time can I really exist.

The sadness hidden in my heart finally found the voice of * * *

Moisten by this cold rain

It grows like a weed.

The wind is bleak.

It's really cool to be alone in the rain, holding your own sadness.

It seems that I finally don't belong to this world.

Life is always like this.

Where there is day, there is night.

I should be kept in the dark. As far as I can see, I can't penetrate the darkness.

I am a lonely soul at night. When I walk alone on the road, there is always sadness with me, so I won't be lonely.

Endless darkness finally held me in my arms.

I'm going to be the ghost of the night.

Wandering in the desolation of the night

What is written occasionally in the space seems to be off topic.

Just looking around.

7. Modern night poems

night

Modern locomotive

The night I touched

This is the whole body of a crow. those

Black brought by crows

The middle is covered with something.

The distance between things.

Like black in time and time.

How many years does a crow fly?

Tonight will suddenly appear in front of you.

Something that suddenly appears in front of your eyes

Just like the pain years ago

It slipped off the crow's back.

Like a heavy snow buried winter in advance.

Things got stuck too deep in the heavy snow.

It's like falling too deep into a crow at night.

From the body of the night

You can hear the avalanche in the distance.

Is slowly falling from the roof.

Walk into the life before your eyes

8. Modern poetry describing the night

night

I'm afraid of the night,

The suffocation it brings makes people feel that death is approaching.

But it always comes on time,

Never hesitate for anyone.

Night, it's dark.

It's so dark that I have nowhere to look for you.

Hands scratching helplessly in the air.

It is really dark at night.

It was so dark that I couldn't see myself clearly.

No one can ask whether this is a dream or a wake-up.

Night, very quiet.

Quiet ears, vigilant search for a trace of life,

It always tightens the nerves of fear.

The night is really quiet.

Quiet enough to hear the sound of blood flow and cell degeneration,

Pushed people into a black paint with nowhere to escape.

The sound of "cheep, cheep, cheep" broke the silence.

Listen, listen, listen. ...

Oh, it was a mouse biting an old desk and chair.

The tables and chairs stood quietly,

Let others bite its body,

Is that its broken soul has nowhere to gather,

And give up the drive that represents life?

The searching hand finally stopped,

I didn't catch anything, but my hands were too tired to move.

Whether dreaming or waking up, they are still drifting.

Where are you who can give me an answer?

I'm afraid of the night,

But it always comes on time,

Never hesitate for anyone!