Mother's Day Poetry 1 Mother
The wind has been blowing.
The wind bent the grass.
Blow off autumn leaves
The wind is still blowing.
Dead trees can't stop it.
I don't know how many years passed.
Blow my mother old.
They have no resentment or regret.
Mother gently lifted the wind.
Wrap your troubles gently.
I don't know how much quality wind has been added.
Just a few eyelashes under my mother's veil.
Blowing wet eyes blurs the distance.
Tears slide down the old face.
The wind carries tears, and the drizzle is soft.
Blow to the distant place of your dream night.
Swallows fly back to their nests.
Children who go home to visit their mother.
Every time my mother shows joy.
The heart was blown back to the internal organs by the wind.
It's like welcoming a grand festival.
A hunchback bent by the wind
Continue to work in front of the box
With those weather-beaten hands
Skilled enough to make the taste of children's hours
After a few busy days.
Mother dragged her tired body.
Hurry up and face Chelbe.
Kneel on the carpet.
Fulfill her pious faith
Tired and happy. ...
I wrote a poem praising my mother on Mother's Day, "Grateful Mother".
May, the second Sunday
Mother's Day every year.
Treat every child as a child.
I will send my own flowers and gifts to my parents.
People who are out of town will call to greet you.
And the dead mother,
Childlike heart is still alive.
The other end of the phone is connected to heaven.
Gifts and flowers became sacrifices.
Mother's Day is here.
Can I say Happy Mother's Day?
mother
The world is so big.
But there is no room for you.
My world is really small.
But you still occupy my whole sky.
mother
I know
You often hang in the night sky like a star.
Will listen to my whispers
Mom, I know.
You often fall asleep like a lover.
Warm my heart
I know you've been here the whole time.
I have your voice in my ear:
My children/my children
Don't be afraid, I will always be with you.
Accompany you to meet every quiet night.
Challenge every long night with you.
Today is May, the second Sunday.
Mother's day without mother
A Black Mother's Day
My own Mother's Day poem 3 "Mom, Mom"
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
I made a poem praising my mother on Mother's Day, "Praise my mother".
This document is addressed to all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
I made up a poem to praise my mother on Mother's Day. 5 "Mother's Day Song for My Mother"
In childhood
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.
On Mother's Day, I wrote a poem praising my mother, "Dedicated to my mother"
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
I wrote a poem praising my mother "Forever Mother" on Mother's Day.
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
I wrote a poem praising my mother's love on Mother's Day.
Mother is like a 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!
I wrote a poem praising my mother on Mother's Day, "Dedicated to my mother".
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 mind, although life is long,
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.
I wrote a poem praising my mother on Mother's Day 10 "For Mother"
When I was born,
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal love.
On Mother's Day, I composed a poem praising my mother 1 1 "Mother's Missing".
Mother's concern is the spring breeze.
Send it to children traveling far away.
mercy
Mother's concern is a cloud in summer.
Pass it on to children traveling far away.
cool
Mother's concern is the mud in autumn.
No matter how far a child floats like a leaf.
Nostalgia remains strong.
Mother's concern is the fire of winter.
Although the weather is very cold everywhere, it is very cold.
But my heart feels very warm, very warm.
Mother's Day 12 Thanksgiving I made up a poem praising my mother.
Strong pulse and flexible limbs;
White teeth and beautiful eyes.
The sun evaporated the tears,
There is family laughter in my ear;
And the sweetness in the eyes of lovers full of concern.
Who let me stand up strongly?
God, smile at me, the grass is green;
And the fragrance of flowers around the tip of the nose,
The world is so beautiful.
Thank you, my mother,
Take me to this world and appreciate the beauty of nature.
Little goldfish in the messy biological room;
Snowflakes fall on your crying head.
Will you hold my hand? Dry your tears.
Thank you, my love, for giving me the courage to stand up again.
Sing for me, take my wheelchair,
My friend, leave without leaving;
Thank you. I'm not rugged on the dark road.
Say thank you rather than sorry.
Thank you for never abandoning me.
Want to shed a liter of tears,
Thank life for being so sweet!
I made up a poem praising my mother on Mother's Day 13 Motherly love, mother.
Motherly love,
The goddess who gave birth to new human beings;
Motherly love,
A teacher who educates human beings.
How great she is,
How pure she is;
She's so mysterious,
So clear.
So, smart you,
You know,
Who does great maternal love come from?
You must know-
That's mom!
We all have mothers,
Otherwise, you won't be born.
Let me ask you something:
What is maternal love?
What? You don't know?
Let me tell you something-
Mother's love is sunshine,
It always shines on our budding hearts;
Motherly love is spring water,
It always moistens our thirsty seedlings;
Motherly love is soil,
It always gives us plenty of nutrition;
Motherly love is the sky,
It always watches us fly far away;
Motherly love is an umbrella,
It always takes our place in the rainstorm;
Motherly love is a delicious food,
It always helps us fill our stomachs.
Motherly love is ...
There are too many forms of maternal love,
It's hard to say,
It's everywhere.
So should we repay mom?
For example:
Good grades, hard work at housework,
Sweet words of comfort,
A greeting card made with heart.
Oh! Good mother!
You don't have to worry,
Daughter has grown up!
My own poem praising Mother's Day is 14, Mom.
Ah, mom!
Why are you so angry,
Make the world hazy?
Ah, mom!
Why are you crying,
Drowning everything?
As your son,
I love you deeply.
My mother!
When night falls,
You fall asleep.
My mother!
You fell asleep.
Do you know how many disgusting bugs there are?
Climb slowly towards you,
They use all kinds of means.
Trying to eat you.
Ah, mom! My helpless mother!
You finally woke up.
You put your long-sleeping body
Exciting shaking.
Shocking the waters of the Pacific Ocean,
Shake out a strong you.
Ah, mom! My great mother!
After you get rid of all the bugs,
You are just immersed in charitable maternal love.
Love you, your dear sons.
But why do you sigh today,
Why are you crying?
Ah! My sad mother!
I myself praised my mother's poem on Mother's Day 15 Me and my mother.
I love my mother,
Like a little sunflower,
With love for the sun,
Send the eyes of love to the sky;
I love my mother,
Like a free seagull,
With love for the sea
Dedicate your life to the sea and air;
I love my mother,
Like a lovely fish,
With love for water,
Keep life in the water.
I long for my mother's love,
Like a bird eager to fly freely;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like a flower wants fragrance;
I long for my mother's love,
Like a small tree trying to kiss the sun;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like an oriole wants to sing loudly;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like a gem wants to be appreciated;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like a dandelion wants to float freely;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like a star wants to shine;
I long for my mother's love,
Just like people want hope in trouble.
I thank you, mom.
Just like a small tree, thank the earth for its nourishment;
I thank you, mom.
Just as flowers thank the warm sunshine;
I thank you, mom.
Just like a fish thanks to the beautiful ocean;
I thank you, mom.
Just as great men thank their dreams.
I thank my mother,
Because she gave me hope.
To my hometown.
Gave me a heart.
Gave me a dream.
Gave me kindness.
Gave me sunshine.
Gave me the moon.
Gave me light.
Gave me warmth and
Ocean of love!
Are you tired of listening to mother's praise poem 16 on Mother's Day? mother
Forgive me for never knowing you with my heart.
I don't understand your happiness and grievances.
And persistent efforts.
Suffer the pain of old age silently.
When I see my angry self in the mirror
Suddenly thought of you.
It was the man in my memory who taught me to be strong.
It is also the figure that waits for me to go home countless times.
No matter how hysterical I am,
The food on the table is still sweet.
The bedding on the bed is still hot.
I carefully hide every touch.
Really in love with you
I wonder how much pressure life has given you.
I don't know what kind of injustice you have suffered.
Laughter in every smile.
How much I cherish it.
You may not know it, but I am also afraid and distressed.
How afraid I am of the tears in your eyes.
How I love your silent frown.
I know you have your pride, too
You also miss the lost youth.
Maybe the anger of life will continue.
Allow me to spread my wings.
Keep out the rain for you
Take you to see the beauty you want
Let all the sadness become memories.
And your simple dreams
I haven't forgotten either.
My heart lives for yours.
On Mother's Day, I wrote a poem praising my mother. 17 thanks, mom.
You are a kind mother.
Teach me to take the first difficult step in my life.
You described my colorful life.
You taught me to draw a beautiful dream.
Who taught me how to be a man?
It's you.-mom.
Who made me cherish my precious time?
It's you.-mom.
Your kind words are like soft water.
Doubled my courage in life.
Your warm sunshine care.
Gave me a colorful childhood.
mother
You are like dew.
Moisturize me and grow sturdily.
thank you
Dear mother
My own poem praising my mother on Mother's Day 18 "My mother's hand is my umbrella"
Mom's hand when I was a child
As gentle as a cradle
Mom's eyes when she grows up
Always by my side
Sweet soil is like mother.
The blood comes from her artery.
travel around the world
Will always be its offspring.
You must remember.
No matter where you are.
Have the same homesickness
The sea can't flow away this sadness.
It hurts in my heart.