In real life or work and study, everyone collects his favorite poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are the mother's day poems I compiled for you, hoping to help you.
The poem 1 day on Mother's Day always passes quickly.
The fire in the stove has not been put out.
Mother's heart hasn't had time to heat through.
The baby is about to start again.
The room is empty.
Laughter still echoes.
Mother looked blank.
Get used to standing at the door.
It seems that something important has been lost.
Looking at the distance motionless.
Looking at the children's distant back ...
Before Mother's Day Poetry 2, I want to-
Who is the greatest man?
Now I understand—
That hard number
Think about it-
The greatest is my mother.
Busy figure in the kitchen
When washing clothes in the bathroom
A word of comfort when I fail.
Encouragement when I succeed.
Let me be so-
Still fresh in my mind
Today, the straight board used to be
-It's not hard anymore
Now, my hair is covered with moss.
-Silver hair.
On this special day.
I want to say-
Mom, I love you!
Mother's Day Poetry 3 Poets in Hometown
I can't feel the wind blowing in my face.
Gently wipe the tears from my eyes.
Kapok Chinese fir
Reed on the river bank
I walked through the rice fields.
Along the mud ridge
This ditch is full of fresh river water.
I close my eyes.
Open your hands and try to find the direction of the wind.
Look, it's just hiding in the treetops.
Where else in the south?
Mother's Day Poetry 4 Opening Strings:
A: Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love. Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Even if everything in the world can be changed, only maternal love will not change. ...
B: The sons and daughters of China, who enjoy the reputation of 5,000 years of civilization, praised the power of maternal love with the most touching and gorgeous poems and songs, and expressed the poems in the starry sky of history and turned them into a movement of universal love!
A: Yes, in this movement, we heard the strong voice of maternal love and the gentle cantata. She has created all the miracles related to life. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body. The poem "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is better than three spring rays" once touched the hearts of Chinese people.
B: Three rivers and lakes can't stop a mother's affection for her children. The pine trees in three mountains, four mountains and five mountains can't express their children's continuous affection for their mothers. Mother, you created the greatest strength of life; It is you who continue the most extensive character of human nature. You are the name of love.
A: Mother's Day belongs to the whole world. Today, we are integrated into this poetic country, absorbing the profoundness of our ancestors' poetic culture, and feeling the ancient "Meng Mu moved three times, and her mother-in-law got a tattoo". We can proudly say that Mother's Day belongs to every nation and China.
B: shrouded in this country of poems with rich cultural connotations, we swim along the seaside and let the sunshine of mother's love warm our lives; Let the power of maternal love inspire and create brilliance. On the occasion of Mother's Day, let's dedicate our heartfelt ode to you-
A and B: Mom!
Word string in recitation stage:
A: The poetry recital of "Gratitude to Mother, Singing the Soul" was jointly organized by Tianjin Recitation Art Association, Tianjin Post and Telecommunications Bureau, Evening News Culture Department and Dayuan Water Supply Group. Preparatory group of Tianjin Poetry Society. It is an organic combination of poetry and recitation art. After careful preparation, poetry collection and recitation staff's choice of recitation works, there will be 25 recitation programs to share with you today.
B: It's worth looking forward to. We are already eager to try. I think every guest here is gathered here with gratitude to her mother and love for the art of poetry reading. Next, we give the warmest applause to the six organizers and all the guests and representatives from all walks of life who participated in the recitation. Thank you!
End string:
A: Grab a wisp of Mayflower, weave a colorful wreath for my mother and send my best wishes. May my mother's mood bloom as happily as a flower forever, and may my mother's smiling face be as beautiful as a flower forever.
B: Mom, you are a clear spring, and I am a green seedling. You poured into my heart, filled me with sweet spring water and nourished me.
Mom, you are the morning sun. I am a newly sprouted grass. You shine on me with soft light, which makes me full of vitality and warms me.
B: Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots.
A: Hugo said: A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness?
Pick a star, pick a cloud, and send it to you in a missing envelope-the best day of the year!
Answer: Take a sip of the water by the sea and see how the clay figurine feels. The art of poetry is intoxicated in the mother's arms.
B: Insert the wings of recitation into the art of poetry; Pour poetry into the throat of recitation art, express gratitude in the charming ancient city, and wish all mothers in the world a safe spring and autumn!
A: Bless our mother and motherland-
A: Auspicious!
Mother's Day Poetry 5 "Love"
Maybe the years have taken away your grace,
Your pale hair,
But it will never take away your kind smile.
Mom, on this special day,
Please let me express my sincere thanks!
Happy mother's day.
word
My dear mother,
I can't say enough,
I can't finish what I want to write,
Everything,
Everything is in silence.
Sacrifice flowers
Every tear was cut and stitched.
Absorb me from my eyes
A red candle that never goes out.
In the wind and rain
Put a life in full bloom in the flame.
Pray silently for the life of flesh and blood.
Can you hear my crying from ancient times to the present?
A crumpled nest is a simple bag.
So much rain and dew soaked in milk
My morning floor is full.
I am on my way.
Walk like a bunch of people around you.
Sacrifice flowers
Mother's Day gift for mom.
Unfold a piece of paper
Draw roses and lilies.
Draw a bright red heart
In your mind, draw another pair of eyes.
That's mom looking at me.
Unfold a piece of paper
I want to write a few words to my mother.
Cook and wash clothes for me.
Braid my hair.
You must tuck me in at midnight.
Mom, in your festival.
I can wash dishes and fold quilts.
Let me look at those short stories.
I came to wash my little socks.
Mom, this is a little gift for you.
Mom, you have worked hard.
Mom, on the road of life.
You spilled all the gold for me.
Mom, between ignorance and maturity
You built a bridge for me.
travel around the world
Your love will always be with me.
Mom, I see your white hair.
Touch the wrinkles you carved on your face.
I really want to say, "You have worked hard!"
Mom, you often point out the lost lamb.
Moisten this little sapling.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die.
Your previous figure
Ripple in my heart
Mom, you have worked hard!
Angel of spring
Mother is like an angel in spring,
Brought a warm spring breeze,
Brought a silky light rain,
Blow into the child's heart,
Understand the needs of children,
This loving angel,
Take care of the children's lives,
Protect the safety of children,
Gave everything,
No matter how bad we are,
Mother, angel,
There is still a lot of data,
Forgive us.
Mother's love is like a piece of candy.
Mother's love,
Like a candy bar,
Pestering and nagging,
Hiding in the curse,
Let me look around,
Before I know it,
Just found it.
Mother's Day Poetry 6 This week is really long.
Suffocate oneself for a long time.
Every minute is spent in suffering,
Depression alternates day and night,
I can only be silent in the entanglement!
I've always loved myself,
Let a day be called Mother's Day,
Tortured to the extreme inner irritability.
Wechat text messages poured in like snow.
I can only be silent in bitterness!
Turn around. About mother's blessing,
The kindness of friends reflects filial piety.
But like a poisonous needle,
It hurts my own heart, I want to cry but I have no tears.
I can only be silent in unfilial!
Mom! This warm word,
Getting farther and farther away from yourself,
The distant and hazy artistic conception is like heaven.
While others are praying for their mothers,
I can only be silent in envy!
Mother's Day for everyone in the world!
Shrink into a sad festival of your own.
Miss mom! Looking up to heaven,
Dreaming of my mother's dying day,
I can only be silent without shaking!
Mother's day! I was silent.
It's been six years since my mother died,
More than 2,000 days without a mother,
My bleeding heart has been,
I can't get out of my mother's wandering back.
Mom's here! The soul of home is at home.
Homesickness in my blood,
The elegiac couplet written on the tombstone:
Raising virtuous mothers along Chong 'an River,
Peace of mind at the bridge head of Tianba.
Mother's Day Poetry 7 Mom!
I saw a few strands of silver between your temples.
This is proof of your hard work in raising me.
I deeply appreciate your love for me.
So I want to be your dutiful son,
But how can the real problems in life make everything go smoothly?
Please be more understanding and tolerant.
After all, I can't do anything perfect.
Because I think there are no perfect people and things in the world,
In that case, I have to do my best to honor you.
First of all, we should step into old age happily.
Then I will be proud and proud to have a mother like you.
You gave me life and raised me,
Teach me filial piety and educate me to be self-reliant.
Many of your traditional virtues and maternal virtues cannot be learned in textbooks.
I learn from you.
What I can't learn from you,
I only look for it in books and social life.
Mother/
I am your son.
I can't bear to make you suffer,
I can't bear to make you sad.
But there are always some disappointments in life.
I can't stand up, but I have a clear conscience.
I think having a filial son is your greatest happiness.
Rich or poor.
You can enjoy your great maternal love,
I'm already very happy.
So I want to thank you,
Thank you for your selfless love.
Reward you with an honest and kind heart,
Dear mom.
Today is Mother's Day,
I wish you happiness and health.
I will always be your son,
You will always be my good mother.
Mother's Day poem 8 "Write about your mother." When I heard this sentence,
I stand in May. I saw my guilt.
Standing in the faint voice, there is no way to turn around.
When fatigue reached my body before my back, I realized.
What kind of effort did mother use?
Standing in my care, I don't want to look back.
Mother's Day Poetry 9 Author/Old Gun
Mom's not around.
I celebrated the festival for her.
-Heart!
Turn over
Records of lost songs
When I was a teenager, I drove an ox cart.
Listen to mom's call
Back to the village.
I know
Children's height
Brand these shoes.
The palms are covered with calluses.
I know
The children's laughter
Carve it on
On the forehead of wind and rain
Festival night
Mom's not around.
I listen to the old knocker.
When suddenly knocking at the door.
Mom's eyes
Mother's Day Poetry 10 I won't praise my mother again.
Because of my mother, I have forehead lines.
But mom is still happy every day.
As if the tattoo on her forehead was the action of her staff.
Hehe, I also enjoy my mother's hearty laughter.
White hair on mother's sideburns
It seems to be a symbol of mother's innocence in adolescence.
Mother is old and hunched over.
I know this is overwhelmed by the burden of life.
Mom is really old. She eats and does things very slowly.
Slow down, I did housework for my mother.
Suddenly, I shouted
-Mom, today is Mother's Day. Wish you a happy holiday.
Hard of hearing mom didn't hear.
Holding the roses I gave her, my eyes filled with tears.
Mouth muttered said
"Old man, you idiot, you play romance when you are young. How old are the children now, and you still send me happy flowers? "
Mom is silly and laughs like a child.
In fact, dad has already gone to heaven.
But my mom can't let go of my dad.
It's okay. You always talk to the picture of dad on the wall.
this is not
I put this bouquet of roses on my father's head again. ...
Mother's Day Poetry 1 1, Mom.
To keep you from disappearing.
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the passage of time just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too
How dare I open it easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a watch and dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show my love gift like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
I miss it sweetly and deeply.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
This is an ancient well, and it is impossible to sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
For mother.
But it's too far.
My mother is not with me.
Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.
It's dark now.
The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.
Step by step.
Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.
Busy day.
Tired
But when I think of someone's "mother"
Cheer up a little.
I swear I will go back to my mother's city today next year.
Send a beautiful bunch of carnations to mom.
I won't walk that unfamiliar street at night.
Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.
Ha ha. . What a beautiful flower.
I miss my mother.
Happy holidays to mothers all over the world.
This is the wish of all children in the world.
Life is like walking on a road with frequent storms.
Mother is at the front.
Let some umbrellas shelter the mother and children from the wind and rain.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the children under the umbrella
Mother outside the umbrella
Rain is no longer rain,
It was God who sent tears of happiness to the world.
Mother's Day Poetry 12 In the morning, the air was filled with smoke.
Mom took my hand,
I fell,
Learned to talk and walk.
At noon, I came back from school.
Mom brought her favorite dish,
I wolfed it down,
Learn knowledge and be a man.
In the afternoon, wandering around,
Mom tells me from time to time,
I, uh-huh, replied:
Learned to run and be busy.
In the evening, longing for the harbor,
Mom is by the door,
I seldom look back,
Increased memory and troubles.
At night, the servant came home,
Mom hesitated,
My heart suddenly hurts,
Added white hair. Mom is old.
Day after day,
Year after year,
In the blink of an eye, from summer to winter,
Young and beautiful to old age.
Day after day,
Year after year,
In an instant, the blue silk turned white,
A deep maternal love will never change.
Mother's Day Poetry 13 Mother is like a bright lamp in the dark.
When I got lost,
She will guide me and light me up,
Towards the light,
Mom,
Mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night.
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and support me,
Give me confidence.
Mom,
She's been busy for me,
Take great pains,
No regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Mom, thank you! I love you!
Mother's Day Poetry 14 Author/Qi Ruixuan
In full bloom in May
Ushered in the annual Mother's Day.
Looking at bundles of bright red carnations
seem
Saw a kind and lovely mother.
But one day in May,
Not when I was born.
Grandma said
My son's birthday is a painful day for my mother.
In my heart
Only the moment I was born.
It's my mother's day.
only
Few people know.
Few people remember.
however
On this day every year.
But there are many relatives and friends with me.
Spend together
thank you
my dear mother
Thank you for bringing me to a beautiful world.
Let me enjoy the joys and sorrows of the world.
You are my eternal life.
A wonderful song that can't be sung
thank you
my dear mother
Although today is not my mother's day.
But I still
Send you a bunch of beautiful carnations.
Good luck and happiness forever.
Mother's Day Poetry 15 "The most straightforward language"
Dedicated to mother
( 1)
Mom! -My pen is tied with the blood of the blind date.
A gentle and eager call in the dark-
Black is silent and deep.
At twelve o'clock, I was immersed in a silent return.
When all the fallen leaves fall from your temples
Frozen behind him into a yellow, gray and brown past.
One day is quietly approaching history and today.
Will give you the highest honor in the name of time.
So the frozen grass on the edge of the ridge is green.
The day you start thinking about your autumn basket.
I started drawing calendars.
And you-my dear mother.
You have no idea how deep your work is.
Familiar May, a Sunday.
It's all yours-
Just like when I was a kid.
When I look at the lovely double-sided fried eggs in front of me
When you cheer, you always
I don't know when my birthday is.
(2)
How to write a poem for you
Carve love on the monument of time.
My pen has been insomnia for a whole spring.
How delicate this is for you.
Those wandering years
You were injured in spring and autumn.
You hurt all the seasons in your life.
So my pen insists on dancing and thinking.
Just like you always want to understand that cry.
It comes from fear, disease or hunger.
Even my unreasonable behavior.
That loving face
I always want to be close to my young heart again and again.
Always caught by my naughty hands.
Grab a bloody scar
(3)
How many times have I gnashed my teeth for you?
My mother of disaster
Who betrayed your girlish desire?
You are illiterate.
My miserable mother
Even a few numbers.
I teach you to see things clearly.
It seems that you are pulling my finger.
Teach me to count in my own dialect: 1234.
You always express it with a smile.
Maximum tolerance and satisfaction
Because you can already dial.
A distant phone call—
Grow wings for you like a bird
Have the heart to leave your lonely son.
With a caring and local accent.
Sweet songs to take home.
(4)
I am doomed not to use mature words.
To express what others think is profound—
Time is on your face.
Too many scars have been carved.
I see busy wrinkles on your face.
Running in the sun,
Life forces you to have a deep vision.
Retreat in the dark
Who can say? Who can say?
This doesn't make up the whole world.
The deepest and greatest printing
(5)
My pen finally touched the spring water tonight.
My blood turned green, nourishing the dry lyrics.
On the White River Bed of Paper
Everything in spring is bold and straightforward.
When I write these languages for you—
As white as rape blossoms.
Slip from your hand like a rake.
A white image flashed through your eyes.
White as a folk song floating from your mouth.
As white as the moon in the mountains-like you.
As white as you hear every morning.
The rooster crowed-I shouted:
How are you, Mom?
Happy holidays, mom!
My dawn rises
It belongs to you forever and ever!
(6)
Maybe my language is too straightforward tonight.
Maybe my lyricism tonight
I just gave up one of my wishes.
Maybe no words can praise you.
Mother is a poem.
You are a poem-
Your poetic smile warms me up
Your poetic eyes moisten me
Your poetic wrinkles hurt me.
Your poetic white hair makes my heart ache.
So tomorrow, tomorrow you are full of expectations.
I cheer for your sigh.
My happiness is for your sadness!