In daily study, work or life, we often come into contact with poetry, which has the characteristics of highly concise language and short and pithy length. So what kinds of poems are there? The following are poems I collected for my mother on Mother's Day for reference only. Let's have a look.
The poem for Mother's Day 1 has a kind of coldness, which makes mom feel that you are cold.
There is a hunger that makes mom think you are hungry.
There is a kind of thinness that makes mom think you are thin.
When mom tells you to wear long pants in cold winter,
When you put down your chopsticks and your mother asks you to fill another bowl,
When you came home from a long trip, mom said you lost weight.
Motherly love is always revealed.
Mom!
You are like the sun in winter,
When I encounter setbacks and difficulties,
You will encourage me, comfort me,
Warm my heart.
You are like a lamp at night,
When I got lost,
You will guide me and light me up,
Go to the light.
You are like the bright moon on an autumn night,
When I'm lonely and helpless,
You will stay with me and support me,
Give me confidence.
You've been busy for me,
Work hard and complain,
But still have no regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Thank you, mom! I love you!
Between two poems for my mother on Mother's Day,
Look!
Pink wings flapped,
The little head poked its head playfully,
"Poof" and "Ding Dong"
Suddenly escaped into her arms.
In the shade,
White shirt, red face,
The sound of happy pursuit,
Grandma shouted loudly.
"Hush hush hush ..."
The whistle of wheat spread all over the alley.
In the moonlight,
Night breeze, homing birds,
Grandma's whisper,
The children are asleep,
"cicada, cicada ..."
Pass on our story.
In a stormy dream,
Expenses,
Always take your umbrella with you.
So it's just you,
Is my warmest hug.
You've been holding me,
Grow up with me.
Love, great maternal love!
Poem 3 for my mother on Mother's Day: 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. ...
Now write poems for Mother's Day.
My son is still like a speck of dust
Wandering around the world
Busy for work and life
Turn around and throw yourself into the room
frequently
My mother's image will appear in my mind.
Childhood memory
Warm and happy
Your milk and arms
It is the warmest harbor in my childhood.
Slowly
I learned to walk.
Gradually
I shouted "Mom"
Young I
Ignorant and reckless
And some rebellion
You took advantage of your mother's tenderness and delicacy.
Solve the confusion on my growth path.
Let me experience controllable labor pains
Get out of the haze of flower season and rainy season
Into the arms of youth.
Like a young eagle
Always against the sky.
Young I
Take a shy step
Out of the house of attachment
Please help me pack my backpack for a long trip.
tell me
The outside world is wonderful.
Believe that I will strive for a better future.
The moment I turned and left.
Feel clearly
Tears you don't give up.
In the outside world
There will always be a lot of helplessness
I trust you.
A letter from the beginning
Later, one phone call after another.
You are like a bright light.
On the other side of the world.
Give me confidence and hope for progress.
mother
Mother's Day is here.
I can't visit you in my hometown.
I hope you live a happy life.
Now my son has grown a lot.
But it always makes you feel uneasy
I know
That's because ... ...
Children walk Wan Li Road, carefree.
No matter where his son goes, his mother's thoughts will follow him.
The baby is in the mother's heart
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
Poem 5 dedicated to Mother's Day Leaves are floating in the air,
Write a grateful movement,
That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Draw those touching pictures,
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.
Everyone grows up in the sunshine of love,
Everyone nourishes the growth of human true feelings.
Thank you, mom and dad, for giving us precious lives;
Thanks to the teacher for giving everyone the ability to learn;
Thank you for your sincere help;
Thank the school for giving everyone a harmonious growth environment.
Thanks to in my heart forever.
Mother's Day Poetry 6 Mother is not around.
I celebrate her festival.
-Heart!
Turn over
Records of lost songs
When I was a teenager, I drove an ox cart.
Listen to mother'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
Mother is not around.
I listen to the old knocker.
When suddenly knocking at the door.
Mother's Eyes
Poetry 7 for 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 Day Poem for Mom: I miss you,
On a rainy afternoon,
The birds are hiding,
You pick me up at the school gate with an umbrella.
Meet me outside and go home for dinner.
Always watching me go to work from the fifth floor window,
Until I disappear at the end of the road,
You start a new day and wait for me to come back.
At that time, home was mom, and mom was home!
Did I accompany you to see a doctor?
Have I ever cooked for you?
Your son only hugged you once,
In front of the window of your new house,
The moon was very big that day,
Memories drift away.
The proudest son in your eyes,
Actually walking on the edge of life!
Speaking of your future grandson,
Your eyes are so bright and eager,
Taking her to school is your best dream,
I rubbed my red eyes,
Neither you nor dad have met,
My daughter's beautiful croissant braid.
It was sunny that morning,
I left your bag at home, jiaozi.
Our family had the last dinner,
Before I say goodbye,
You started your last morning exercise.
Life is very tiring, you have a rest,
An evil car,
Smashed a dream of peaceful reunion.
mother
You are a model of traditional mother in China.
Hard work, dedication and dedication are the themes of life.
But I didn't see autumn and harvest,
Miss quickly disappeared from others' eyes,
As dust returns to the earth, as leaves fall in autumn.
The world is still beautiful and ugly,
And I have endless thoughts and regrets!
Mom,
I haven't called this beautiful word for a long time,
I have white hair and can walk alone at night.
The girl has already called her uncle,
Children without mothers always grow up slowly,
You never admit defeat in your life,
When I think of you, I will lift my stubborn face full of tears.
If there is an afterlife,
I'm still the child you spoiled,
Let you put a red scarf on me,
Listen to you read me a story.
The town is always so quiet, I play by your side,
The car bell is ringing. Let's go out and take Dad home!
Poems for Mother on Mother's Day 9 My dear mother
Cui Bohang
my dear mother
You are like a stream.
Moisturize the small trees I grew on the shore.
Let me take root and sprout, and gradually become a towering tree
my dear mother
You became angels in white when I was sick.
Stay up all night just to take care of me.
my dear mother
I will love you forever.
Poems for Mother's Day 10 When I was a child
Hold on to your smell.
Lying in your arms
Pull your hair at random.
joke
Or cry.
You always use various methods.
Make me happy.
I don't know
It will only continue to cause trouble.
In primary school
I like being held by your hand.
run about wildly
Thought you had infinite physical strength.
Always walk with me
Sometimes late-night candlelight
You sit next to each other, with one stitch and one eye.
I can't see it.
The bloodshot in your eyes
in high school
Began to hate your nagging
The number of telephones is decreasing.
How many times?
You look out the door.
I choose to turn a blind eye.
Communication with you is getting less and less.
I complain
You don't know me.
I don't understand you.
College time
Set foot on the road to a distant place
It's rare to go home.
You always put my favorite food
Put moldy things.
Than throw it away.
When I saw you off.
A voice that is almost suffocating.
Look at the white hair on your sideburns
I have grown up.
And you're old.
After graduation
Getting farther and farther away from home
You are always nagging.
Take care of yourself.
You are ill.
You didn't tell me.
You always say
Children will grow up eventually.
Have your own life.
The other end of the phone is connected.
Is to care about the child's heart.
Mom, I love you.
Although I didn't say it.
Sometimes even unreasonable.
That's because ... ...
Only your love will be infinitely tolerant.
Thank you! mother
Poem for Mother's Day 1 1, Mom.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep you from disappearing,
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
Losing you is so sweet.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I just open its screen?
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,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Poem for Mother's Day 12 Although I haven't greeted you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart.
Doubt, as if your son should have some
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 over so that everyone can't see it.
I can't leave my love for you.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Hiding, unable to move.
Expose yourself to the sun and don't reflect around.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
Poems for Mother's Day 13 May when flowers are in full bloom
Ushered in the annual Mother's Day.
Looking at bundles of bright red carnations
seem
I saw a kind and lovely mother.
But one day in May,
Not the moment 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.
Is my mother's day a holiday?
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 holiday.
But I still
Send you a bunch of beautiful carnations.
Good luck and happiness forever.
Mother's Day poem 14 is beside the desk.
You taught me to write.
Stroke by stroke, be careful and patient.
Until I put the words I learned
They are all square
You said, being a man makes sense.
It says, your hair is white.
It says, your face is covered with wrinkles.
It says, you went down with the sunset.
Never came back this morning.
Now, my hair turns white, too.
Only then did I understand that the frost blade of the years
How heartless
Now, I also have furrows and ridges on my face.
Only then can I understand how many joys and sorrows are hidden inside.
Now, only the faithful desk is like a square character.
Let time remain silent.
I can only use a lonely pen tip in an empty heart.
Deeply miss under the thorn
I have written articles about rivers and plants.
Wrote their causal relationship.
Motherly love is like a river with a long history.
Me and us.
Like willows on the shore.
Know the length and depth of maternal love
The distance of maternal love, the nourishment of maternal love
So, every time the breeze blows
We will nod.
Every gust of wind blows
We bowed deeply.
Poem for Mother's Day 15 It's another year's Mother's Day, a very ordinary day, but it's unusual because of your existence.
The expression of feelings is very cliche, gratitude, thanks, happy holidays ... countless praises fall like snowflakes.
Many articles are full of gorgeous words, but this feeling is still beyond the words.
Thirty-four years, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, the situation has changed color.
But it is enough for people to grow up from birth, from young to old, from young to old.
It's like traveling through time and space, and in a flash, I'm old.
Gray hair, bent back and wrinkled face.
But I know that all this is not illusory, and most of the memories of 34 years are still clear.
I still remember the first time I went to kindergarten, I cried because you left.
Remember, every time I come home from primary school, I can have a delicious meal.
I still remember the sound of you getting up at four o'clock every morning to cook for me when I was in junior high school.
I still remember the milk you gave me gently on the table during the college entrance examination.
Remember to go home every year to see your white hair.
One year, two years, five years, ten years, thirty years.
I graduated from kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, high school and university. ...
Be born, grow up, work and get married. ...
Time is like water, time flies like an arrow, making people unable to tell the truth from the false.
In front of you, your hair is gray and your eyes are wrinkled.
Time can take everything away, but it will still leave evidence.
You in the photo, young and beautiful, youthful and touching, smiling.
Holding a baby in her arms, with infinite hope and passion in her eyes.
You watched me walk through the innocence of children, the innocence of teenagers and the understanding of teenagers.
What remains unchanged in my eyes is kindness and gentleness.
You said you would worship Buddha and burn incense for us on the fifteenth day of the first month, and bless our safety and health.
You said you should take good care of yourself at home, let us work in peace outside, and don't worry about us.
You said you understood our hard work, so you told us to take a rest every day.
You said that as long as we call home more, you will be satisfied.
As the song goes, we don't ask our children to make much contribution, we just want to be safe.
My wife sent me a photo of you and your daughter. You're in the picture.
Holding my granddaughter, I smiled happily, but I could still see it.
You have a little more white hair on your head.
I wiped my tears, but I couldn't stop.