No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to some classic poems to some extent. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement, concentration, distinct rhythm and rich rhythm. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following is my collection of modern poems in memory of my mother. Welcome to read the collection.
Miss the sudden day of mother's modern poetry 1
Corner position
Suddenly meet my mother's white hair
Take root in the middle of the road.
Like lightning across the sky
A thrilling pallor.
Mom, it's cloudy at night.
My eyes are as blurred as before.
Watching my mother hobble along.
The pace of walking is more like soothing.
The lullaby is shaking gently.
Well, mom, you insist.
Play your lullaby completely.
Modern poetry of missing mother II. A string of mothers' parenting, hard work and long life.
As thin as wood, sixty pounds, heaven and earth know when to be sad.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are hard, so the portable fire cage comes against the wall.
It's only as warm as summer, so I'm busy herding cattle and weeding.
Since mother and son are separated by Yin and Yang, they should call their parents to Yuan Ye.
Qingming groggy grave, long kneeling grave pond son heartbroken.
Burn more paper money, protect the poor and protect future generations.
Zigui rang all night, and azaleas burned all over the mountain.
I don't want to stay in this small village.
I want to go out and go to a strange place.
I didn't expect this to go back.
20xx September 5th in the evening.
DaJieFu called.
Said mom had left this world.
When I ran home,
Mother lay quietly in the coffin.
Her hair is all white.
Her face was bloodless.
Mom, she is so tired.
She wants to rest.
She has never seen her rest on the earth.
I don't believe in ghosts and gods.
But at the moment, I long for hope.
Both gods and ghosts are real.
If so, my mother can
In a place unknown to mortals.
See my son at some time.
And I can feel my yearning for her old man's house.
I want to say to my mother: mother is the root of a tree.
Buried in the ground, I also want to go deep.
Do not hesitate to use thousands of roots to find the source of life.
Then use their own blood and sweat to process into dairy products, milk.
And personally deliver these nutrients to the fruits and flowers she produces.
She didn't feel or think how she could give up all this.
Miss Mother Modern Poetry 5 Mothers
How far is the road to heaven?
Only let you go for 78 years,
Seventy-eight years of heavy footsteps
Measure the hardships of life
The passage of time.
Sad world
I am your crying orphan,
Fifty years of parenting experience
Without you, I lost my home.
Calling mother in the boundless sky.
No response.
I have to wander in the open wilderness.
Can you ask heaven?
Can life and death be avoided in the world?
If tears can wake up the dead
Can stop time and life and death,
If tears can repair the Great Wall of sadness
I'd rather be reincarnated as Meng Jiangnu.
Let tears turn into rivers and flow into the sea.
Carve an immortal monument.
The grief of mother and daughter laid the foundation of Mount Everest.
Thousands of shouts
Why can't I see you coming back,
Find a place to break through. What are iron shoes?
Where to look for your trace;
The figure screened under the eaves
Open the shape of the discharge dam with crutches,
When will the dream end?
I can't listen to you calling my name anymore.
Mom, sadness can only become piles of paper money every night.
My heart is burning with heaviness.
Raise gently.
Fly slowly,
Are you really here to collect it?
Burned out the paper, but ignited my thoughts again and again.
Immortal soul.
Mom, the blazing flame is so strong.
Burning my trembling hands.
But you can't dry your sad, hot and wet heart,
Suffer such pain
Stop at the climax,
He scorched me.
And burn all my love for you.
God, I'm your empty shell slave.
Mom, the palm tree in front of the door is still there.
The old house you built during the day is empty,
Your little sister's toilet is still there.
Your little girl is helpless,
I say
The desire to take you to Sichuan is gone.
Why do you harden your heart?
I worked hard all my life.
Help the poor and the weak all your life.
78 years of vicissitudes
Accumulate so much spiritual wealth
Finally, you took a coffin,
The earth buried your life again and again.
Bury their children in grief.
Buried the sacred cry in the world
Mom-my own mom!
Mother, give the dead water and rice.
My daughter cooks with tears every night.
My daughter's sad heart is hard for me to accept.
You left, taking away your daughter's affection for fifty years.
Even though I am a hundred years old.
I'm as empty without you.
I lost my mother's beloved home,
Even if I have children and grandchildren.
I love you too.
Miss you, my mother,
Is the red snake who accidentally entered the house your incarnation?
Do you miss your daughter too?
A snake will have a sign?
Miss you, my mother,
Don't you love your sad daughter any more?
Help me, tell me.
When to walk out of the sad scene of not thinking about you.
Miss Mother Modern Poetry 6 Mother, when you are old, you are still alive.
My son never told you to your face.
Mom, thank you for raising us.
On the other hand, there are quarrels. At this time, mom.
You only respond with the brightness of your eyes.
Then, slowly got up and walked away.
But less than a minute.
I can hear you shouting: Dick
Why didn't you wash your socks?
Look at your book. What a mess!
It's time to find a wife for you.
I don't listen to a word the adults say.
Look what it's become. You still feel so small.
What to eat at noon? Let's eat noodles at noon.
I won't eat your noodle rice.
There are many sweet potato noodles in it.
Don't eat, don't eat, then what to eat?
I won't live at all.
If you put this in 58-
Okay, okay, mom, you can eat whatever you say.
Missing Mother Modern Poetry 7 Missing Mother
Another Mother's Day has arrived.
Mother of the world
Today will be immersed in happiness and happiness.
Blessing from afar
Comfort from around you.
My mother
But lying quietly on the barren hills.
Guarding the desolate pine forest alone
Can't see our smiling faces
Can't hear the sound of our blessing
I haven't heard from my child.
Forgive me for not going to your grave.
Send blessings and comfort.
Only in distant foreign cities
Pray for your soul in heaven.
Remember three years ago today.
The news of your critical illness came through the phone.
I hurried home.
What I saw was your lethargy before you died.
I want you to look at me again.
How I want to hear your voice again.
I didn't expect this to be the last farewell.
From then on, your voice and smile can only be found in dreams.
When I was young, my brothers and sisters were not very sensible.
You broke your heart for us.
In order to make a living, you pinch and scrape.
Pull us up.
You want us to live for a while.
You want us to be honest.
Today, all of us have got married.
give birth to babies and bring them up
We are not heartless children.
I also know what gratitude is.
We know it's time to repay.
But illness deprives you of the happiness you enjoy.
We brought delicious food. Rare fruit.
The doctor said that these have become taboos in your life.
We want you on the plane.
Look at the desert, the grassland, the snow in the north of Saibei.
Visit the coconut groves at the ends of the earth.
Unexpectedly, you are in a wheelchair.
In the last few years of my life
Repayment has become an empty talk.
What is left is a lifelong regret.
Two lines of sad tears.
A heart that will always be missed.
The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind won't stop.
My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone.
What else is there in the world?
So sad
Children of the world
If you have living parents,
What are you waiting for?
Give your filial piety quickly.
Could be a mansion
Maybe we can live in a cabin.
Maybe this is a greeting.
Maybe it's a text message from a distance.
Maybe tens of thousands of dollars.
Maybe it's a coin with a body temperature
As long as you feel this way
There is no difference in the scale of filial piety.
I have a nostalgic heart.
Write down this poem soaked with tears
To warn children all over the world
Soothe my guilty heart
Dedicated to my dearest mother
May she get some comfort in the spirit of heaven.
Whenever I listen to a lullaby, I miss my mother's modern poems.
After thinking about it, I still think.
Mother is the embodiment of this lullaby.
With her selfless maternal love, it is simply
Is to make fun of her life
Can't stop playing until
Life stopped breathing and put mother
Recall the deeds of a lifetime.
I really can't sum up anything grandiose.
The mother at this time is most like a drop of water.
Like ten thousand drops of water in Qian Qian.
Moisten every seedling
Let the seedlings absorb all the water drops.
As a necessary nutrient for its growth.
Remembering Mother Modern Poetry 9 Life will end in dust-you, me and him.
So I don't cry, I return to the dust.
Sometimes thinking about it is not necessarily liberation.
Go to the wild, to the cool breeze and bright moon.
Children should be in meditation, gratitude and thinking.
Live more vigorously and enjoy life.
Fang lives up to the will of life and is the mother of the world.
Dead or alive, the best reward.