Dad, mom's poem

In our daily study, work and life, when it comes to poetry, everyone must be familiar with it. Poetry has the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinct rhythm and catchy mouth. Still struggling to find good poems? The following are the poems of mom and dad that I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Dad, mom 1 mom, I want to tell you.

Busy these years is too much work.

Will someone else break that flower for you?

Dad, I want to tell you more.

These years of running around, it's too hard

Did someone fill that cup of tea for you?

Mom, I want to tell you.

I often think of it when I leave home.

Think about the warmth and noise at home.

Dad, I want to tell you more.

It's time to have a rest after years of hard work.

Don't let the tears of years stay.

Mom, love my mom.

Please put down the burden of life.

Let the children share it with you.

Dad, who loves me deeply.

Please unload the heavy pressure of life.

Let the children solve it for you.

Mom, lovely mom.

Tears shed at parting

Let the baby wipe it for you.

Dad, dear dad

Bitterness along the way

Let the baby taste it for you.

The child has grown up.

Mom, don't worry.

We will set out with our ideals.

Dad, don't worry.

We have set sail with our bags on our backs.

Mom and dad, don't worry.

Future days

You have my support.

A small and warm home.

-dedicated to the parents who have paid silently in the world.

-Dawn

I have a father,

I have a mother too.

Have them,

Makes me feel very happy.

I think/in my opinion,

My dear father is a good father and has a good job.

Although his white hair can be dyed black,

But in my opinion,

That white hair is more dazzling than a bright black hair.

But he said, "I don't want others to think of me as your grandfather."

He said this to me half jokingly.

I always want to hold back my tears.

I was heartbroken,

Like a thorn in my heart,

It's like stabbing me in the heart

I know this awkward feeling is not welcome,

But we've experienced this embarrassment firsthand,

This happened to my mother once.

I want to ask,

Those who think so,

You think it's okay,

Why do you say it so rudely? !

Deliberately embarrassing us?

I don't blame you,

I will forgive you.

Because,

My father is not my grandfather,

He is the father who taught me to be myself and be a tolerant girl!

Dad, thank you for your concern.

I love you.

I have a humorous mother,

This is what I am most proud of.

She has a big fat nose facing the sky.

But she's ugly and beautiful,

It seems to me that it is.

Mom's crow's feet are beautiful,

Mom's decree is lovely,

It's ugly to frown when mom is sad.

It's hard to see my heart

Mom is ugliest when she cries.

Ugly to my heart.

Actually, she's not ugly,

She has always been so lovely and charming to me.

I love you, mom.

Dad, mom, poem 3, the sun,

Rise and fall;

Mood,

Turn worry into joy;

Thought,

From simplicity to complexity.

Everything, everything,

Is also changing with it. ...

Maybe I closed my mind,

The imperceptible bitterness of the corners of the mouth,

It's a feeling you can't understand,

Maybe we all lack understanding,

Only to find that the other person was hurt,

Trying to make up for that broken heart,

It's just that we're all in a hurry,

Ignore that beautiful thing,

Actually, I've been looking forward to it,

The home you have will be very warm.

But reluctance is usually not what people want,

That warmth is hidden, too slim.

Maybe none of us are wrong,

We all tolerate each other,

However, I let my heart indulge,

Maybe it's a different idea,

But I still want to say:

I'm sorry!

You broke my heart at night because you didn't understand. Maybe life is like this, looking for a sweet direction in bitterness.

I've been thinking that our hearts can't be connected. What's left, helpless? Too much helplessness is nothing more than eye contact. From your eyes, I feel that happiness seems to be far away from me ... but, mom and dad, I have been working hard! Yes, all the time! I'm trying to correct everything you said, but it won't take a day or two, so I need time.

I know, you are all very hard. You are ashamed to go home every day and never call you. Here, I will call you kindly: "Dad! Mom! "

-Your daughter.

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Dad, Mom Poem 4 Dad

I only remember that when I was a child, my father was black and thin.

There is a feeling of struggle and tenacity on his face.

It seems that all the attention goes like this,

It seems that I have been shouting in my heart.

Life, life, I love life very much,

I want to live better and stronger,

Dad, nothing particularly impressive. Achievement,

I don't have a high degree, but I succeeded miraculously in the future.

There are many friends, many people's support and help.

mother

I still remember my mother's faint quiet personality when I was a child.

There is a sense of loss and sadness on his face.

Maybe this is some kind of alarmism honed by poverty,

It seems that I have been shouting in my heart.

Come on, come on, we will get through the pain,

I want to smile every second, every day and every year.

Mom, there's nothing to praise.

She is not good at flattery, but many people envy her kindness.

Be sincere and kind to people, learn to think philosophically and learn to be a man.

Mom and dad.

Therefore, this year's Father's Day, Mother's Day,

I wrote this poem to praise and describe them.

Hope, mom and dad, just like this beautiful May Day,

The sun shines every day, and our life is getting better and better.

Dad, Mom's Poem 5 The Rising Corner of the Yellow River

Two flowers in full bloom

One is called dad.

One is called mom.

At first, they knew nobody.

Until the Yellow River burst.

They are just beginning to sprout.

Dad dug up a star with a hoe.

Mother knitted with needle and thread for a month.

When the moon rises,

Dad is at the end of the world.

Mom is at the cape.

The distance between them.

Separated by a thin piece of paper

Every time my mind is frozen.

Imagine flowing through the paper.

Writing songs on both sides of the Yellow River

until one day

The appearance of nuwa

Their fate changed forever.

I am not a poet.

I am not a poet, but I write poems.

I don't write anything that has nothing to do with poetry

For example: you and me.

The Forgotten

Write by the way.

The card you sent me.