In daily study, work and life, you will inevitably come into contact with some familiar poems. Poetry is a literary form that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following are the mother's day poems I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.
Mother's Day Poetry 1 Blending youth with cooking smoke.
Shake the moss into a cream dye.
Someone who warms his heart.
Sing the sweet and sour days with nagging
My mother's name is old by me.
Mom's waist was bent by home.
The hardships of life
Don't let mom get stage fright on the stage of life.
Knife of the years
Anti-carving mother's chrysanthemum-like face
Mom, calm as a chrysanthemum.
Show your brilliance in the world.
Modern Poetry of Thanksgiving on Mother's Day
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
Mother's poem
Mom is a heavy book, enough to read for a lifetime!
Pull the needle and thread carefully,
Spring shirts are still afraid of leaking cold.
Hard work, hate not having wings,
Cut off all the blue light and look pathetic.
People often say: 500 times in previous lives.
Only for the passing of this life.
I don't know how many times I have saved my memory.
In exchange for being in love with your mother and daughter
Mother, you gave me life with great love.
In more than forty years of life,
I have been reading you in my own unique way.
Your simple and rich connotation
It is worth my life to understand and appreciate.
Mom, it is your love that keeps me growing up.
Your vicissitudes of life, how many dusk misty rain you have experienced.
Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.
Your deep eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost on earth.
How much hope did those calloused hands weave?
That full head of hair, years have dyed her frost.
The wind blows the old year, telling the lost time.
How many bumpy mountains and ridges have you climbed with strong steps?
Dream, the overflowing map, still radiates dazzling light.
Reading mom, bend your back.
How much pain and sorrow have you suffered?
Reading mother, a long time.
Carrying the dream of your life
Mother's Day Poetry 2: Mothers Living by Water
A mother who drinks milk as water.
Rivers grow on your hands.
An ancient ship shook my heart.
My blind eyes burst into flames.
Paddle and shake.
Sun rolled steel.
Refine a pair of pearls in a dream.
Light a lamp like a star
Always pay attention to my blue bridge.
From this time on.
My spine
Arch into the soul-rainbow
Mother's Day Poetry 3 Your pale fingertips caressed my sideburns,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams 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 running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I 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 the gift of love like this,
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
This is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Mother's Day Poetry 4 first appeared in mother's memory.
The existence called life was born.
Floating in the mother's ocean
Start a long wait, that's still
Fate preparation without a starting point
Breathe with mom, breathe with mom.
Heartbeat rhythm fetal movement, ten months
Carefully cultivated. In the twelfth cold month
When I show up in broad daylight
Cry, cut
The dream of not coming to earth
This is my mother's instinct.
Learn to swim in the river in my hometown.
This river has strengthened my courage and personality.
Mother's worried tears, slowly.
Into trust. When I grow up.
How many rivers have you swam?
It still flows in my memory.
No matter where his son goes, his mother's thoughts will follow him.
(be forced to) leave one's home
Often at night, looking for the stars in the sky.
Those are the eyes behind me.
No matter how far I walk or swim.
My mother's eyes are always hanging behind my back.
The rivers in my hometown are getting narrower year by year, and sometimes they are cut off.
It exhausted the energy that fed me to mature.
See mother's eyes shining with brilliance.
Like when I learned to swim.
Confidence and hope spread out before us.
Dajiang Li Dahe
Life experience broke out silently.
Destroy my will, before I
When you can't find the direction.
Lean against the shore
Looking for mother's sight
Mother's Day Poetry 5 is written on Mother's Day.
Daiqing's distant mountains
Endless green and colorful flowers
Tell you a mother's story.
Giving birth to life is her greatest happiness.
Streams in Ming Che
Leisure fish play around tadpoles.
Shallow sunshine rippled among clear springs.
That's my mother's most comforting smile.
Bright blue sky
Baiyun bird kite flies freely.
Fly high, fly high, fly far.
Your line
Always tied between mother's trembling hands.
Deep in the alley
A lonely figure with a pair of dim old eyes.
Watching from a distance, silently expecting.
My baby, my children, my thoughts, my expectations.
When will you come back from your dream?
Let mom hug again, kiss again and have a look.
Written on Mother's Day: Mom, I love you.
Six hours after Mother's Day Poetry,
Motherly love is a spoonful of thick honey.
My words are sweet,
Mother smiled at her forehead.
When I grow up,
Motherly love is a heavy bag,
I carried it on my shoulder,
Mother gripped the end of the rope tightly.
Later,
Motherly love is nagging,
I should say orally,
Mother is in my heart.
now
Motherly love is a kind of silent waiting,
I walked at the end of the road,
Mother leaned against the door.
Mother's Day Poetry 7 "The Most Direct 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!
Mother's Day Poetry 8 1, Farewell to Mother Huang Qing Ren Jing.
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
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Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up.
What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.
2. Song Simu and Gong
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
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I couldn't help shedding sad tears when I saw first frost destroying the reed flowers. The white-haired old mother will never come to Chai Men again and look forward to visiting me. Last May, during the rainy season, there was no electricity at home, so we had to go home in cassock to take care of our mother.
Mother's Day Poetry 9 Motherly love is a pair of long chopsticks.
Give me something delicious;
Motherly love is a colorful rubber band.
Give me a beautiful braid;
Motherly love is an open umbrella,
Protect me from the wind and rain;
Motherly Love is a wonderful story book.
Tell me a beautiful story;
Motherly love is a thin pencil,
Teach me to write standard words;
Motherly love is a tear of concern,
I am bravely giving an injection, but my mother is crying with distress;
Motherly love is a warm hug,
Let me sleep comfortably.
I love you, Mom!
Mother's Day Poetry 10 I will go to my mother's dream.
Tell her I'm thinking about her.
Weave a bunch of blessings into a beautiful wreath
Put it on my mother's white hair.
Mother's day is really beautiful.
I will put a cup of sweet honey.
Put it in mom's smile.
The mother in the festival is very happy.
Happy mother, I love you.
You are the forever young river in my life.
I am a happy little fish.
Singing in the mother's waves
I will go to my mother's heart on Mother's Day.
Brush away the sadness for her
Plant an oasis in her heart.
burst with vitality
The rippling spring tide
Mother's Day Poems 1 1 Mother's Son
(Author: Bai Juyi)
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
Mother's Day Poems 12 Step on the breath of spring.
This beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea.
I really want to sing a carol for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I won't write touching melodies into poems.
I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.
I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.
But today,
I want to present a heart song for you.
May my song become a needle and thread.
Sew up the split wound for you.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten your thirst
May my songs turn into clouds.
Bring fragrance to your life.
May my songs turn into clouds.
Refracting the luster of the sun for you
Years climb on your forehead,
Time has crossed my shoulder,
That sweet and delicious meal,
A warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching;
Connect you with my life.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world,
More continuous than the water of the Yangtze River,
More thrilling than the Yellow River;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love,
Your deep love,
Selfless love,
My mother.
I don't understand everything you gave me.
But you polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
On my strange life path
I can always see a pair of big hands to help me move forward.
Therefore, my life is no longer lonely.
My road is no longer strange.
Look at your beautiful big hands.
My eyes are blurred.
Whenever spring comes, mother's day poems 13.
On barren land
It is always full of golden rape flowers.
At that time, you spent your beautiful years.
Work hard for the family.
How many times have you used your warm and rough hands?
Hold me like a child.
Walking on the country road home
Humming a warm tune
Flowers bloom, and you are young.
And then slowly
I'll never see it again.
That golden field
And the figure working in the field
How many times?
In the dream of a foreign land
Scenes emerge
Childhood scenes
Today, I am by your side.
Look at you carefully.
Frost has formed on the temples.
In this bright city
You don't have that year.
As beautiful as rape blossoms.
The years are just right, and you are old.
I wrote many poems.
Write about mountains, water and love.
Let me write you a poem.
My mother
Love is the greatest love in the world.
Well, this is a great kindness from heaven and earth.
Mother's Day Poem 14 In the early morning, the smoke from kitchen chimneys fills the air.
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 15 The trivial nagging of childhood is your endless concern.
Cold and serious criticism is your hidden inner pain,
Cold and tasteless words are your unspoken teachings,
now
The song floating in the distance is your gentle charge,
Footsteps far away from your ears are your silent words.
The colorful clothes on your body are your silent contribution.
Mom, mom!
You are the endless nagging of childhood,
You are a harsh criticism and won't repeat it now.
You are a teacher who can't talk now;
You are a melodious song in the distance,
You are the footsteps that will never leave my ears.
You are a gorgeous coat that has never been taken off;
Although I don't often go home outside now, you still take care of me.
Now, although you are not with me, you still care about me endlessly in the distance.
How many times have I tried to call you to say hello, but I can't talk.
How many times I want to express my deep affection for you, but I have been hesitant.
How many times have I wanted to tell you the truth, but I don't know where to start.
How many times I want to talk to you at night, there is only endless loneliness in the darkness.
My mother in Miao township is my concern in the distance.
The water in Miao township is very clear. I want to pick it with you again.
Miao township has a long way to go. I want to be with you again.
Miao's clothes are very beautiful. I want you to wear it again.
No matter what the future holds, no matter how far I go, you are still my concern in the distance.