Poems praising Mother's Day

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to many excellent poems. Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich feelings in highly concise language and reflects the social life in a concentrated way. Do you know what kind of poetry is classic? The following are the poems (6 selected poems) I compiled for you to celebrate Mother's Day, which are for reference only and I hope they will help you.

Praise mother's day poems 1 mother's youth

I dare not talk nonsense about my mother. She has suffered a lot.

Grow my body and soul.

Her shortcomings and advantages are actually

A window or a door in my life.

Her youth has gone from her clean face.

Flowing into my bones. But her voice

In my adult mind and dream, it is still so beautiful.

Like a colorful rainbow

In my childhood memory, her troubles

Once turned into my sadness. Blaming and nagging one after another.

The sky in my heart is like a thunderbolt.

Strike at my ignorance and naivety

My mother's shortcomings and strengths are my life.

Endless wealth. For decades, I have been

My mother gave me the ability to get up after falling.

Another pair of eyes and an invisible mirror.

Mother's Day Poetry 2 Mother's Shoulder

Mother's left shoulder

Undertake filial piety

Mother's right shoulder

Negative feeding

bend down

She is a mountain on the earth.

be fully confident in

She is a tree under the blue sky.

Dui Gaoshan

Children are streams in the mountains.

Yes, uncle

Children are leaves on trees.

Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.

Your greatness has shaped my soul

Yours Life is a journey of love.

You use beautiful annual rings

Weave calendars with fragrant ink.

I spend every year in your love.

Play with your shoulders and knees.

Mother's Day Poetry 3 Motherly Love

I never want to throw away a piece of paper,

Keep it.-Keep it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Mother's Day Poetry 4 Motherly love

There are thousands of loves in the world,

Motherly love is boundless.

Pregnant in October is bitter,

Virtue is the same as a saint.

Godson set an example,

Parenting comes first.

Home economics is the foundation,

Live frugally.

You work hard,

You were wrongly accused of being perfect,

You endured humiliation,

You accumulate virtue and do good.

A thousand words,

Collect gorgeous poems.

Your love is infinite,

Your kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

I hope the world is a loving mother,

Enjoy a happy life!

Mother's Day Poetry 5 Mother's Hand

There are many stars tonight.

ripple

Nocturne melodious

Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.

Five-leaf tree full of autumn poems

Her son stood on trembling hair.

Don't get excited about the flute blowing from my mouth. ...

Your life touched my dream of walking with you.

Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.

Every autumn

I am under the tree.

Beat a horse

Poems praising Mother's Day 6 loving mothers

At present, the years are gradually drying up.

Just like your aging skin, it is getting dull.

You dragged on the glorious years.

After giving milk in middle age, leave it.

I can't stretch my back straight, a few married children and the anger that I can't do.

Wear a red dress when you get married

It didn't light up all day.

Dig a sunrise in the coals.

Mend the loopholes in life under kerosene lamps.

You are as low as a mountain chrysanthemum, but you never bow your head.

The old house starts from the foundation.

Witnessed your pride

Until today, you will never forget it.

A pile of firewood, a flock of chickens

The old horse took the rugged mountain road with hope.

Reality is a thorn that pierces memory from time to time.

The house will grow old, and so will you.

The old house is drafty on all sides, and so are you.

Even so, you're still at 4: 00 in the morning

Sprinkle a pine nut in the backyard soil.

Then, with hazy eyes, looking at the east.