Modern sad poems

1. Sad modern poetry 1. "Just give me a smile" Wang Guozhen.

Don't give me too much affection.

What can I give you in return?

Emotional debt is the heaviest.

I can't repay it. How can I forget it?

Give me a smile.

Like a thin glass of wine, like a gentle wind.

This is the most touching declaration.

As if spring is warm and elegant.

2. Heart Crying is anonymous.

My heart is crying, crying.

Who stole my heart?

Makes me heartless

Can't tell good from bad.

My heart is crying, crying.

Who stole my heart?

Makes me confused.

Can't tell friends from enemies.

My heart is bleeding.

Crying in a lonely heart

3. Accidentally encounter anonymity

The wind blows

leaving no trace

Meeting and crossing.

The dream of the handover of the sun and the moon

Acquaintance begins with a mistake.

Sahar el layaly

Knowing each other, the abyss is endless

Unconscious dream

Finally, set foot on the journey of wandering alone

4. "Goodbye, My Dearest You" is anonymous.

We split up.

It has been a long time.

well

Finally can't hold each other's hands.

I'm afraid of listening to music alone.

Just because

No matter what kind of song it is

Will see your face.

Thoroughly

Run out of my love

Think of you.

Always unclear

What is love for?

The most emotional encounter

There is no escape from separation.

I never understood.

Dearest you.

I've met before, and I hate each other.

The ending is also separation.

Never understand

The days with you

It's sweet to have wind and rain.

In the end, this is just a memory.

I really want to ask

I love you most.

Did you and I meet?

It was doomed to be separated from the beginning.

Care too much

Always easy to lose

Because it weighs heavily on others.

Hurt yourself.

I should forget you.

Forget the people you once loved.

Thousands of words

You are always in my affectionate words.

Goodbye, my dearest you.

5. "Li Ge" is anonymous

Go to the end of the road

Sigh softly

Immortal truth

Embrace youth

In the arms of order

Struggle ceaselessly

Physical shackles

make a futile effort

In the ridicule of the world

Slowly disperse

Yanzifei

Road sigh

Let me recite a farewell song.

Under the call of the wind

Fly into your heart lake

make trouble

Let me recite a farewell song.

Under the witness of flowers

A beating flame

Burn to ashes

Happy bluebird

Take away all my thoughts.

Let this floating time

There is no one like me.

2. The sad modern poem recited by Dong Hao is afraid that you won't have this effect:

Cricket (Li Ying)

I fell asleep wearily in the postpartum field.

The noisy autumn sound has receded.

At night, there was only the thinnest piece of paper left.

hold one's own

No oil lamps, jump in.

Late autumn, late at night, deep dreams.

Tender, timid

A cricket without a home and cold clothes.

Hiding in the corner of my yard

Flap your wings hard.

Like the reddest wire.

From the deepest part of its life

Trembling in the frosty wind of fallen leaves

The Millennium will scream.

Screaming frost flowers

Is that the one I caught from under the bean sprouts when I was a child?

Put it in an earthenware pot and stir its long beard with paddles.

Now, my childhood has withered.

Now, I cry alone

It's like knocking on a door that I'll never open.

Sixty hot and cold summers, the wind and rain shook me.

The distance between sixty years and today is only a few meters

But I can't go back.

In the depths of autumn, at night and in dreams.

A touch of melancholy and slender chirping.

Like an echo from a distance

Stir up the raging sea in my heart

I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.

It seems that your eyes have flown away,

Like a kiss, it sealed your mouth.

When everything fills my soul,

You emerged from everything and filled my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams,

You are like the word melancholy.

I like your silence, as if you had already left.

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly moaning like a dove.

You hear me from a distance, and my voice is not as good as yours.

Let me be quiet in your silence.

Let me talk 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 silence and stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, far away and bright.

I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.

Distant and sad, as if you were dead.

At that time, a word and a smile were enough.

I'll be happy because it's not true.

4. Seek the explanation of a modern poem describing sadness: this poem is original and was written in early 2003; If you can't write well, you have to read it.

memory

Once, we got together here.

Sweat for the ideal.

early summer

Still miss the road we have traveled.

I miss you day and night.

at present

You are the only one left on the road.

Do you know the friendship in Qian Shan?

because of you

My life will not be lost in vain.

Good friend

Hold your warm hand of friendship

I wrote down the glorious memories of my life.

When I left you

I understand the seemingly ordinary homesickness and parting in the world!

5. Sad modern poetry 1. Winter has begun. Light snow and heavy snow. Solstice of winter. Slight cold and severe cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person. Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone. People walked hand in hand around the amusement park. He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone. The world is full of opportunities for us to meet. But I've never seen you.

My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable.

When you touch a sad place, absurdity is sadder. The world of mortals dreams together, but don't laugh and be affectionate. A handful of sad tears, who can solve the sad taste. It is a pity to have a lover, but it is a pity to be buried in snow. Tears look up to the sky in a dream, thousands of miles away. Poor lover, jack shall have Jill.

4. It is absurd to be affectionate and expressive, and it is absurd to continue acting. It is impossible to lose the opportunity. It's ridiculous to wake up from a dream. It's good to know that luck is gone and gold doesn't shine. Unfortunately, time is not colorful, and time flies. Don't forget me, destiny takes a hand is my husband.

You may love many people, but only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest. For me-everyone should smile brightly, but I don't know who gave me the brightest smile. Crying, that's common. But I don't understand who is sad and who makes me most sad. It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain. I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge.

6. Silent night, lonely people, wandering mood, staying up late, looking out the window, the cold wind blowing, adding desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep. I am waiting for the east wind to blow me, my heart is surging, my face is full of tears, my clothes are wet, the night is longer and my thoughts are more confused. At this time, I am alone, and I am sad on the emotional road. He doesn't belong to you and is doomed to give up. Life's love, the road is bumpy, fate is doomed, don't let love get hurt, cherish what you have and give up what you have lost. Find yourself.

It's a pity that you have many lovers, you are infatuated with them, you are buried deep in your heart, bitter and bitter, and you are vain for your ambition. Who knows that your luck is biased, you are crying deeply, a dream is out of reach, the clouds are not empty, you will eventually fall in love, you will be attracted to the right person, and you will reluctantly leave the world of mortals.

8. Whether you saw me or not, I was there, neither sad nor happy; Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go; You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up.

9. Sobbing and swallowing, passionate dreams break the world. Heart-wrenching pain, continuous drizzle, ruthless parting, tears like clear autumn. There is nothing to do, but the dust has gone and the autumn wind is still there. When will it end?

10. It's really cold in love, and the autumn wind blows away the beautiful face and leaves. A thousand miles of acacia has disappeared, and I can't hear the song of Jiali. I miss my heart so much, and I am sad to say goodbye to my lover. In this case, I should be rebellious.

1 1. In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love. I just met you in my most beautiful years.

12. I am used to waiting, so I can't resist standing back to the origin of waiting in reincarnation. I don't know how long it will take to see the answer; I don't know, so how long do I have to wait for the result? Miss, very light, that's because I can't see the result of miss. Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed? .

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14. Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about your light blue clothes. Get used to sleeping with your partner. Get used to being alone in a room, holding a fluffy bear and sleeping alone. Accustomed to eating salty, accustomed to the salt of the wound, it spread a little in my heart. I am used to looking at the sky and sitting alone in the well of love, reading poems about you.

15. Many past events have become so vague one after another. Once so firmly believed, so persistent, and always believed, in fact, there is nothing, nothing. Suddenly found himself stupid, stupid. I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain. But I have been silly looking forward to it until I am disappointed, then looking forward to it, and then disappointed.

6. I can't see you in modern poems about sadness.

(Author: April Day)

It's not just the years that separate us,

Wind and smoke,

Facing you, melancholy is like fog.

Like you in the wind behind your back.

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Through the night sky

I looked at you from a distance,

Suddenly, homesickness became the norm.

Miss the seaside at dusk,

A clear night.

You and I are standing on the wasteland of time.

The end of the universe ...

There is a bizarre love story on the stage.

I can't predict

This kind of love is sadness and happiness,

Still sad and happy?

But what is certain is that,

I have melted into your gentle heart.

Your calm heart

Much like the moon.

How can I have the heart to disturb your peace?

That's it,

I became a starry sky.

Watching you from a distance.

Not near, not far.

How much I want to enjoy this beautiful scenery with you,

How I want to share the tenderness of the night with you,

I am infatuated with going with you;

But when I miss you,

My burning eyes,

But I can't see you!

7. A modern poem about sadness. For you, the funeral tore the last memory and pieced it together into a rain of fireworks flying all over the sky.

For you, bury the past of the next day and play the song of life and death in the ninth city. It was entangled with vines in the16th century, full of thoughts and thorns, and the flowering date lasted for 20 10 breaths.

The black wood grain is dense, the carved inscription is beautiful, and the evidence of love is annihilated and ancient, becoming a mystery. Roses draw bloody glass, which is transparent but untouchable.

Cigarettes started in the cemetery, and people were about to drip, and they were slowly delivered, and the echoes came one after another. Dead of night, quiet a person's prosperity.

Yesterday, the yellow flowers faded in disguise, and I pretended to sleep peacefully, and my ears were still half of the city's smoke. Who are you worried about? How chic is the loneliness in April? Those white hairs, lingering on the cheeks, tell a person's life.

A thread in that hand is tangled and messy. Why aren't you afraid? Why do you want to touch your chest to warm the rest? The loneliness of the black tone germinated, leaving only an empty talk, burning sparks and shining in the night.

] lock memories of the boasting of the night wind, making people stay away. Sunset misty rain wet a person's memory.

Looking back at the footprints, sometimes straight, sometimes winding. Whether you can forget, the remaining bits and pieces.

Whether we can do it or not, that's when you and I met. Want to forget, want to remember, heart contradictions, staged a scene, there is joy, but it is a tragedy.

Walking in the rugged depths of "Arabian Nights", watching the magic of the sunset and looking for the magnificence of the sunset. The lingering thoughts haunt the sunset and fall into a corner of the western hills.

When loneliness touches vulnerability, it is like loneliness without hesitation. Fragility is a river that cannot be thawed.

Fragile, like a misty corner of the valley. I put fragile and dry in the wind, and I put fragile and mottled memories.

Fragile me, it seems that I can always touch you and weave you into my frustrated vein. When loneliness touches vulnerability and displacement, it is my poverty and my own happiness.

I picked up my amber and saw its crystal luster, just like a transparent lake and a free and easy fish. But my fragility is still fragile and I can't get rid of it.

I want a different life, but it is out of reach, too heavy a burden, and I am addicted to yesterday's happiness. Someone in my dream is talking and talking. There is no dream. Dream, faint sad dream, the original place, as beautiful as an angel, as beautiful as heaven.

In late winter and early spring, dreams are full of smiles and sadness. Injury, time flies, injury, the change of time; Hurt, sweet and sour memories, hurt, past sigh; Injury, nostalgia for the dead, injury, the joys and sorrows of the ancients.

When the autumn wind blows, it is already halfway through, and life is old. The dream is still calling, but the spring next year is still brilliant. The cold wind roars at the sky and dreams, making a wish here, with a faint sadness and a faint sigh of hope. Heaven and earth are no longer cold, but long and warm.

Dreams, touching one string after another, string into a line, connecting the world and heaven. Dreams and vows are scattered like warm fires on earth, like shining stars in the sky.

Dream, faint sadness, praying for the earth, heaven and earth, dream circle, dream edge ... glass amber dream gently shaking waves, who is it? Broke my smooth amber. The moonlight is soft, and the scattered light and heat are consumed instantly.

It's not my happiness. How can I touch it? This is like my amber and glazed color ... The angel sang an elegy at dusk, and I echoed it, in order to find the lost entrustment. The wine thief was drunk and full of nonsense. Give me back my amber, the glazed one.

Heaven smiled and looked at the barrier of human love. He laughed at people's cowardice, people's poverty, and he laughed at people's joys and sorrows. The heavy rain soaked the petals on my coat. Although it was magnificent, I didn't care, because I was surrounded by loneliness, but I couldn't excuse it.

It's all my fault that flowers are falling all over the sky. I want to waste all this, but I can't help it. Tossing and turning in my dream, who will I tell if I don't sleep? Duke Zhou? He is too lazy to listen. He has been busy drawing the outline of a dream for others.

Give me back my amber. Why did it break and throw it into the lake? How can I find it? I really don't know what you are thinking. Hey, Jing Ke, still by the Yishui River. Help me pick up my amber. Thank you.

Oh, the meteor flashed by, and the night sky was mottled. An old friend drank a lot. What happened? It actually cut the thread I worked so hard to knit. You see, Vega and Cowherd in the sky are separated by such a distant galaxy.

Hehe, I snickered. It's not the meteor's fault, but the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl fell in love, and the Queen Mother assessed them. At the end of the year, tomorrow's sunset, the halo is red.

The wine thief came back, still persistent, and gave me back amber, which was the sustenance I once loved. Without it, how can I find her happiness? Butterflies are flying here, and flowers are their final result; To make honey, to survive.

Ah! What's the matter, huh? Glass color, my amber, where have you been? If you can't find your way home. Do you remember the temperature at home? This is the coldest time in winter.

Finally understand that life is so fragile, just want to find my glass color, that, amber.

8. The saddest modern poem, you said, is only the cold weather in winter.

Belongs to a sad wanderer.

At first glance, there was nothing,

I think of those naive and shallow days in my hometown.

Remember, that parade,

The east wind is no longer coming,

Can't see the falling catkins,

Contains sadness.

Walking through bluestone and running water,

You always pick it up quietly,

Your fallen petal.

I said, you are drunk, just like a lonely sunset.

I'll never find my home again.

Yes, this is the first snow in winter.

You are very excited, standing under the confused sky.

Said with a smile, the snow here,

Just like the spring in my hometown, catching the catkins.

You smile shallowly and cry deeply.

Yes, the east wind in March will not come again.

It's just that I'm waiting,

Laugh like a flower.

I am waiting, like your smile. "This is just one paragraph, the last paragraph, two people read together.

9. Sad modern poem "Watch"

Have you seen me?

I was there.

Not sad or happy.

You can either read me or you can't read me.

Love is there.

Don't come or go.

Do you love me or not?

Love is there.

Neither increasing nor decreasing.

Are you with me or not?

My hand is in your hand.

Never give up.

Come into my arms

or

Let me live in your heart

Silent love

Silent love

Go to the oak tree

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off yourself with your tall branches;

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds.

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain.

Send cool comfort for many years;

It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.

Increase height and set off dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clenched in the ground

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind blows

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword.

Like a halberd;

I have my red flowers.

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are lifelong dependent.

This is great love,

Loyalty lies in not only loving your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.