A modern poem dedicated to mother 1 "mother"
When I met you,
I am ten/you are thirty-five.
You are a round-faced mother,
Your love is a bath water,
Warm,
Almost made me float.
Modern Poetry 2 "Motherly Love" for Mother
Motherly love,
I like the magnificent sea, boundless blue sky, vast grassland and lush forests.
Rolling, spreading, growing and prospering,
Like the long river of history, it is surging, endless and vigorous.
Modern Poem for Mother 3 "For 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!
Modern poem 4 "Mother" is dedicated to mother.
When the flowers bloom, you are like a flower, surrounded by me;
In the rainy season, you are like a small umbrella, so that the wind and rain can't hurt me;
On the day of falling leaves, you are like a single coat, driving away the desolation for me;
The moment it snowed, you were like a torch, warming my body and illuminating my front;
In spring, you went to Qiu Lai. In summer, how many vicissitudes have you experienced for me?
You gave me life, strength and future.
Modern poem 5 "To My Mother" is dedicated to my mother.
Goethe
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.
Modern poems dedicated to mother 6 poems dedicated to mother
Ron Ren Zhiju
I don't know the wind and frost of the years
When did you climb on your mother's face?
In my opinion,
A mother's heart is always young.
Because no matter how far we go,
How close is it?
Mom has been asking us
In that young heart.
We fell down many times.
Who helps us again and again?
We made many mistakes.
Who inspired us?
Those were worrying years.
Put mom's beautiful face
Carved into what it is today.
Mother always inadvertently
Will we care for long?
Mom is always on the other end of the phone.
Keep nagging us.
At this time, not only will we not complain.
I feel a warm current of happiness.
Spread all over the body
I really want to fight for you.
I really want to rub your shoulders for you.
Because mom.
Although I have nothing to repay you.
But I still remember my childhood.
I made a wish to you.
The day you are old.
I'll stand by and watch.
Rub your back and shoulders.
Modern poem 7 "Mom" is dedicated to mother.
Who will dress us when we are cold?
Who will cook for us when we are hungry?
Who encouraged us when we failed?
Happy for us when we succeed?
She is not a robot; Not a computer,
She is my mother.
Mom is not Santa Maria,
Not Jesus,
Not god,
But she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya.
Full of love like Jesus,
As smart as God.
Ah! Mom, that's great!
Modern Mother's Poem 8 "Motherly Love Poem"
Tao runzhi
I'm leaving, mom.
When I left,
With tears
No turning back
Dare not look back.
I know that casual looking back
Will make your casual eyes
A bitter smile will keep me.
I know
There must be a smile on your face.
But your heart is crying, mom.
I know in my heart.
You just said: Go ahead, son.
Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.
I'm leaving, mom.
When I left,
With tears
Dare not look back.
When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,
You can't see me.
When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.
You can't see me.
It's just, mom
I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.
I turned around, mom.
I dare to turn back.
I'd better turn around.
Although tears can't see loess
But I know
Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.
For a long time, I don't want to look back.
How many times have I cried and cried in my dreams?
Mom, I want to go home.
How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?
You gently use your warm hands
Touch my crying wound
Oiy mom
I know, you are always behind me.
With an encouraging expression
There is hope in her eyes.
With a waiting smile.
……
I know, mom.
You've been standing behind me.
Every midnight dream.
There is always a voice: go, son.
Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.
Modern Poetry 9 "Paper Boat" for Mother
-Send it to mom.
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Modern Poetry 10 For the mother's maternal love, don't pick the child's looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
A modern poem for my mother, 1 1, blends 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.
A modern poem for mother 12 A mother's 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!
A modern poem for my mother 13 Your pale fingertips manage my sideburns.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
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 running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and 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 sacrifice 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 a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
A modern poem dedicated to mother 14 a mother's love that can't be written in a lifetime.
Burning in my meditation
Cough is very painful.
I opened my childhood photos again.
Search screen
See a cough, sit down
A red and persistent face was reflected in front of the stove.
The morning star is still in the dream.
I also saw a cough, gently.
Walk into me
Tuck in the corner of my quilt.
I seem to be sleeping, but I'm not asleep.
From then on, I have a flower in my heart.
Beautiful and fragrant.
A mother's love that can never be said for a lifetime.