There are many types of modern poetry, so do you want to know which poems are full of passion? There is an impassioned feeling when reading. So what are the impassioned modern poems? The following are impassioned modern poems I recommend to you for your reference. An impassioned piece of modern poetry

Author: Lao Yanjuan

Dressed in a sunset glow

I'm still looking for

the vicissitudes

seeds

that seem to be dying

The past years

are like bellows

pulling

days

that are not taken care of < It was only

the tears of the seed

that my father and I used those

bare varicose legs and feet

to roll hard for many years

and finally

took the seed out of the imagination

and made it into tobacco with the same spirit

and lit it with care

one bright and one dark <

The heavy

bent

his hunchback like an arch bridge

Where the seeds were perseverance

Holding a ray of morning breeze

There was no silence at last

The song that had been sung for thousands of years

bounced from the golden voice of April to the sky

Long and affectionate

like silk. Seed-like raindrops

blocked the bamboo flute on the cow's back

Because of Ya 'an's suffering

Sometimes the north wind

Sometimes the south wind

thinned my mind

It was soaked in kindness

My mind

Now there is only a

wandering body

I think that strong earthquakes will not fall < The hospital

that was a national backbone

that was responsible to the society.

I turned around

and around

but I still didn't get rid of the rope

around my neck.

I made an embarrassing dinner with my old applause

and I really wanted to give it to Ya 'an

.

a late wake-up call

my father turned white with anxiety

scolded me for my uselessness

If you send it, you will get a sincere one

It can only be a lantern that was blown by the wind in the morning and evening

He pounded my mind with a cigarette pan

It seems that I am not alone

. Everything is indispensable

just conscience

5,111-year gestation

5,111-year inheritance

This seed will not be lost

Cold and impassioned Modern Poetry Part II

Waterfalls

Perseverance after being beaten

Standing on the dream bed of sweat and seeds

Faith will not be stretched into a knot.

tied to the elbow of the cliff

hunting and fluttering

I hope that the sun will be pried up without too long

the wedge will be used as a lever

Spring is rooted in the belly of winter

Why is it so sad

The poisonous sun on the cliff

Its arms are soaked in the pulp red

Suddenly

It arches <

reflections on the road

I don't know whether philosophy is reflected in reflections

or reflections reflect philosophy

Mirage surprises

always fall into dreams

Lingxiu reappearance

It is necessary to get rid of

Tang Priest's alms bowl

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