中秋节的现代诗歌_中秋节的现代诗歌有哪些

Misericous Mornings

While the night slips away, and shadows fall,

It's a mix of quiet stillness and relentless strife.

Misery's Dark Skies 1

When darkness falls, it may seem to fade,

But even in its stillness, there'll be a storm.

Misery's Dark Skies 2

Yet in this void of silence, the spirit does remain,

Chasing its memories with all its might.

Misery's Dark Skies 3

Sighing as it does so, we may find ourselves lost,

Forgiving once more, a friend to lean on.

Darkness Is The Name Of The Game

When the moon falls, her light fades away, and darkens takes hold,

And through the night, shadows fall, as well.

Darkness Is The Name Of The Game 1

When the world sleeps to rest, its shadow finds a home...

Or perhaps it's just me in the middle of this darkened silence.

Darkness Is The Name Of The Game 2

Sunlight may fade away, but so too will the warmth that surrounds us...

But through the shadows, we find light to seek.

Darkness Is The Name Of The Game 3

Poets and writers often shy away from the dark, yet they must write within it.

Even when it's so heavy, though, with each line that falls, you can't escape a part of the darkness behind.

Celestial Reflections

As time stands still, let's see what happens to us here...

The sun rises low on the horizon, and we look at the sky,

Forgiving once more, a vision that may not be theirs anymore.

Celestial Reflections 1

As days pass without end, let's examine our pastes...

Beyond each line, you'll see a mark of time passing behind. There it is.

Celestial Reflections 2

Stillness may set in, but there will be a trace of stillness to remember...

Or perhaps it's the other way around; we may find ourselves lost in our own shadows...

Celestial Reflections 3

Sunlight glides over the horizon, and you'll see if your reflections are theirs or not.

Even when it's so brief, though, with each moment that passes by, you can't escape the light below...