Please give me some modern poems of your own making

Walking alone in the silent streets.

Condensed by the night.

After losing his courage, he wandered alone.

Never be disappointed.

Because I have long since lost the courage to face it.

It seems that courage is just an impulse.

And timidity is a thought after calming down.

Courage wanders in the not-too-distant sky.

Encourage self-recovery of what was lost.

Keep repeating to yourself"I believe in you"

Maybe we have to keep moving forward with this rhythm.

As long as you are worthy of your heart.

At least I still have enough courage.

Tell yourself if you don't take on the challenge.

On this battlefield.

will never achieve a record.

Black is still black (such a pause repetition better draws the reader into the poem) Perhaps, I'm used to this color.

It is frequently seen in the middle of the night.

Doing it with me inadvertently every night.

Tonight, it was as punctual as ever.

Alone leaning against the corner.

Unaware of its arrival.

Looking at the lonely landscape with a blank face.

Tears have long been drowned in my heart.

There was a hint of sadness in the air.

The merciless autumn wind blows the maple leaves.

Is this the sound of a broken heart?

Who can read my sorrow.

Plagiarism was run into by a car and starved.

Banxia Many years later, the mermaid sang a familiar song.

Banxia began to sleep lightly.

In a drunken field, the blurred colors are transformed into poetry.

The sunlight penetrates through the transparent in the dust close to the real sorrow.

It was the melancholy that had been chewing in the stomach for half a summer.

Under the silhouette of the sun being cut by glass.

The former mountain alliance and sea swore to close their eyes innocently in the corner of the bed.

Your footsteps have stomped on the gaze of the searcher.

Accompanied by the black bells of the church.

Like inky notes.

Interspersed at the end of the half-summer.

Heavy rain kisses the torn land.

All the damp memories.

Died out under the black and white of Banxia.

The darkness is too sticky.

Covered with all the sorrows.

There is only the aftermath of half a summer.

Sing the unfinished song in a low voice.

Non-existent flowers.

Blind children looking for lost flowers.

In the early morning. The morning dew reflects the dreaminess of foam.

The fog casts everything in a slightly drunken color.

Thin black notes swept mischievously across the staggered lashes.

Sweeping over the dim pupils.

The blind child is looking for his flowers.

A flower that doesn't exist.

It's as ethereal as a true lie.

-Maybe. It has been carried away by the splendor of butterflies.

Silenced by the crickets.

Grass rings are interspersed with tipsy treetops.

Brew a ditch sigh.

- Of course, dreams with dewdrops.

He had no choice but to leave.

-Maybe. He was laughing.

Rub shoulders with it.

but never know.

The noise of insects evokes the darkness that pervades it.

The trail of the flower trampled on the confused and dim pupils.

What a loss is drifting away in the wind.

Crushed under the edge of discrimination.

The flower that doesn't exist.

is destined not to exist.

The ending --- a black .........

I still have a lot of space, so I'll find it myself.

Does the earth have ears?

Some. Mom said yes, I believed.

If not, then who listens to my childhood whispers?

About missing I wrote it myself.

Don't bury your thoughts deep in your heart.

Night. The tears you shed are nourishing its soil.

The moonlight will also peek into your secrets and add a ray of life to it.

Outcome. Do not wait until the next flowering period.

Thoughts will break the ground and even sprout.

Grows a poison ivy.

Tangled around your heart.

I went to the battlefield again, and began the greatest battle of my life, whether I live or die depends on today, whether I live or die is today......

From the movie: Man-Wolf Wars

Create your own modern poems and remake the words of the past.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter scenes, in order.

Spring Walk", "Spring", "Written in Spring", "This Spring".

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty at the earliest, is a kind of poetry, compared with ancient poetry, although they are all written for the feeling of things, but generally informal format and rhyme without judgment.

Compared with ancient poems, although they are all made for the feeling of things, they are all reflections of the soul, but they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poems of "gentleness and generosity, sorrow but not complaint", and emphasize more freedom and openness, straightforward statements and communication between "sensible and irrefutable feelings".

The mainstream of modern poetry is free-form new poetry. The free-form new poetry is a product of the "May Fourth" New Culture Movement, which adopts the vernacular in form, breaks the shackles of the old style of poetry, and mainly reflects the new life and expresses new ideas in terms of content.

I'll make my own.

Don't laugh at the sixth grader, I want to think about it.

Mom, I love you.

Mom, I love you.

Love your kind smile.

Love your majestic body.

You are the one who gives me a breath of fresh air in the world.

It was you who made me feel the warmth of the world.

Mom, I love you.

Love your rough hands.

Love the words you care about.

It was you who made me see the beautiful landscape.

It was you who made me hear melodious songs.

Mom, I love you.

Love all your breath.

Absolutely original

"The Prosperity of Love".

You say you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

The day did the growth begin.

I noticed that my dad's shoulders were not so broad anymore.

The back is no longer so tall.

Mom told me.

That's because. I grew up.

Ah, grown up. I'm getting taller.

My bag is getting heavier and heavier.

My prescriptions are getting deeper and deeper.

I have more and more ideas.

Growing up is a magical journey.

I'm like a tree.

It grows non-stop.

The sky is above you.

Feet are dirt.

The sun and rain urge me to grow.

Let the lark who sings happily.

The rushing stream.

Stay with me.

Growth sows hope.

Harvest tomorrow

Autumn moonlight autumn is coming, on the water, fruitful, reflecting your reflection, golden rice and wheat, the stars are your companions, bent over.

The sun is your friend.

Autumn, holy you, sprinkle a ray of light, for you who are confused at the crossroads, deep into my heart, guide the direction, autumn, bright you, just in our inadvertent turn, is in the darkness-

A turn, a light.

Quietly, quietly, came. Autumn moonlight.

Autumn is coming, on the water, fruitful, reflecting your reflection, golden rice and wheat, the stars are your companions, bent over.

The sun is your friend.

Autumn, holy you, sprinkle a ray of light, for you who are confused at the crossroads, deep into my heart, guide the direction, autumn, bright you, just in our inadvertent turn, is in the darkness-

A turn, a light.

Quietly, quietly, came. Autumn moonlight.

Autumn is coming, on the water, fruitful, reflecting your reflection, golden rice and wheat, the stars are your companions, bent over.

The sun is your friend.

Autumn, holy you, sprinkle a ray of light, for you who are confused at the crossroads, deep into my heart, guide the direction, autumn, bright you, just in our inadvertent turn, is in the darkness-

A turn, a light.

Quietly, quietly, came.

Autumn moonlight. Autumn is coming, on the water, fruitful, reflecting your reflection, golden rice and wheat, the stars are your companions, bent over. The sun is your friend. Autumn, holy you, shed a ray of light, For you who are lost at the crossroads, deep into my heart, guide the way, Autumn, bright you, just in our casual turn, is in the darkness - a turn, a light.

Quietly, quietly, came.