Poems about mothers 1. Poems about maternal love are self-created.
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter;
Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings clear even if they are covered with the dust of years;
Motherly love is a tree, stubbornly sticking to its home in the cycle of seasons, supporting a tree and paying silently;
Maternal love is a drizzle that moistens everything, and maternal love is an intoxicating spring breeze;
Motherly love is a feat of a female camel jumping into the abyss in order to make a thirsty camel drink water.
Motherly love is the graceful gesture of the female eel who always bows her middle body to protect the fish eggs in her belly when the oil pan is boiling.
Motherly love is in the hunter's trap, when the mother wolf looks at the killed wolf and whimpers and howls in the moonlight;
Motherly love is a thick quilt that always warms your lonely, tired and even scarred heart;
Motherly love is pure. When you encounter storms, you will always come quietly to give you comfort and strength.
Motherly love is selfless, she will always protect you and accompany you all your life.
2. Create a poem about mother.
Mother is a willow in summer.
It is a shelter for children under the scorching sun.
Children's sweat is your tears, and children's laughter is your music.
Mother's winter quilt
The children's fierce cold wind blocked it.
The children's shivering makes you sad, and the children's hot kang makes you warm.
Mother, a clear spring in the desert
The children's thirst was relieved.
The daily necessities at home are your reflection of the ups and downs at home.
Mom, a bright light on the sea.
There is light on the child's way.
Your child's future is your efforts, and your child's ambition is your pursuit.
Although my mother is a humble little tree.
The breeze can bend her body, but the wind can't break her strong backbone.
As a mother, you bear the burden of the whole family.
No matter how much you suffer, no matter how deep you suffer.
There is no lack of that kind of longing and expectation for children.
Although mother is a very secluded stream.
Small stones can stop her footsteps, but mountains can't shake her will to run.
Because it is your mother, you have experienced the hardships of life.
No matter how many marks are left on your face, no matter how much silver thread is added to your head.
Did not reduce your love and teaching for children.
Mom, the clouds in the sky
My deepest regards to you.
Call mom, your concern is like the water of the Yellow River in the sky.
Your family history of tears is written on the soles of your children's shoes. Your right hand is swollen and so is your left hand.
Birds in Mother's Cloud
Bring my deep blessing to you.
Call your mother. Your thoughts are like the source of the Yangtze River.
From the child's point of view, you left your tiny figure and sent it on a journey.
Mom, the wrinkles on your forehead.
In my memory, it deepened with me bit by bit.
That's the best ring for mom to care about us.
Mom, your thin shoulders
Since I began to learn to walk, it has been weakening with me year by year.
That's the best testimony that mom cares about us.
Discover my mother's plain personality from my point of view.
The mountain is not as lofty as you, and the sea is not as broad-minded as you.
Mother, you are the warmest harbor for civilized human beings.
3. A self-created ancient poem about maternal love
When you were very young, I spent a lot of time teaching you to eat slowly with spoons and chopsticks. Teach you to tie your shoelaces, button buttons and slide; Teach you to dress, comb your hair and blow your nose.
How much I miss these little things with you, so when I can't remember clearly and can't answer, please give me some time, wait for me, let me think again, and I may forget what I will say in the end. Kid! We practiced hundreds of times to learn the first doll song, have you forgotten? Do you still remember that I always rack my brains to answer those "why" that come out of nowhere every day? Therefore, I often repeat old stories and hum children's songs when I was a child. Understand me, let me continue to indulge in these memories! I hope you can chat with me! Now, my child, I often forget to button and tie my shoelaces. Clothes get dirty when you eat, and your hands keep shaking when you comb your hair. Don't push me, be more patient and gentle with me. As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart.
Kid! Now, my feet are unstable and I can't walk, so please hold my hand tightly and stay with me. Slowly, that's it, I will take you step by step.
4. Remember to write your own poem about praising your mother.
Huiming's clear shadow
Why did you lose your wisdom?
Just want to spoil
Who cares about the truth in the world?
Say: the loss is too great.
Sigh: Too much has been lost.
Look, time has passed.
The imprint of youth growing year by year.
The various meanings of the bible.
mother
Needless to say.
This is a reluctant attachment.
Yes, the emotion of love.
Yes! Affection of love
Alas, there is nothing wrong with paranoia.
It's not all memories that turn yellow in old photos.
If I have to spoil you
Even under the indulgence of freedom.
There is no right to responsibility.
Only gratitude
Because the memory of your love
If I have to spoil you
With conniving sadness
I'm not surprised.
I am not sad.
Love again because of your love.
How can it be?
Or do everything.
Tears when I see you disappointed.
How can it be?
What is there to worry about?
5. Write a poem about Mother's Day.
mother
Messy in the wind
It's your white hair
Tears came out.
This is your old face
Slightly curved back
Farewell hand
I dare not look back.
Afraid I'll never leave again
The pace of leaving home
Always want to lean in your arms.
Relive childhood dreams
I always want to look into your eyes.
Say what Chen Jiao said.
in front of you
I am a child who will never grow up.
But I'm growing
Ignore your tears
Walk a long way.
Now I am also a mother.
Looking at the child in his arms
Grow up day by day
I just realized the greatness of maternal love.
But your sideburns
flowers blooming like a piece of brocade
Go home often.
This is all I can give you.
A little reward
6. Self-edited poems about grateful mothers
A little poem thanking mother.
The gurgling water is crystal clear.
The trees on the shore are reflected in the water.
I came with Xia Chu.
Mother is a little shy in her glory.
Kind eyes are as gentle as dew on the grass.
I have bright eyes like daffodils.
Rose cheeks
Poppy mouth
And a long black hair when I grow up.
mother
This is your sincere prayer
Reward me for becoming the embodiment of beauty.
You connect life with me.
The wind that hit the child also tore the mother's heart.
We are all floating in the flowing water of the world.
Our lives will be separated.
I drank the love you brought me in one breath.
Stepping into a new life alone in disappointed eyes.
You use a heart full of love
Sow the wings of happiness
But with the sickle of memory
Harvest the missing soul
Leaves rustle and streams gurgle.
This is your festival.
I decided to come back and sing this little poem.
Beautiful melodies floated across the sky.
The angels leaned out and listened quietly.
Mom, my dear mom.
You must have heard that I love you.
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Maternal love (1)
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!
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Motherly love (2)
Mountain, not as high as maternal love;
Sea, not as deep as maternal love;
God, love without a mother is vast;
Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance;
Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love;
Clouds are not as white as maternal love;
Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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.
7. Write a poem about maternal love, more than 400 words.
Maternal love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world.
Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright. She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish.
She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind. Maternal love is a rich green land, beautiful and pleasant.
She makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying. She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune.
Motherly love is the mountain spring of Ming Che, clean and clear. She is pure and elegant, true and naive, sincere and flawless, and she can wash away all filth.
Motherly love is a long way. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend smoothly.
That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way. Maternal love is a high mountain.
No matter how difficult you are, she always relies on the barrier. That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, and makes your heart calm and happy.
Maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude.
Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly. Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade; Motherly love is pure, she will always be as pure and primitive as water; Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in.
A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness. When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm embrace, and when you learn a language, maternal love is a patient teaching; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is sobbing; When you get grades, maternal love is tears of excitement; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is bloodshot eyes; When you get into bad habits, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are treading on thin ice and refuse to mend it, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart.
Motherly love is generous, she spilled love to the spring dew and autumn frost; Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; It is for abandoned babies and orphans; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love has no boundaries between strangers, regions and races. Motherly love is everyone who is "young or young", and everyone has no choice.
Motherly love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness and kindness. Motherly love disturbs the world and makes people cry.
The kindness of maternal love flows with the river and shines with the sun and the moon. May the world mother, don't forget to leave a love for herself.
May all children in the world, don't forget to repay their mother's love with a wisp of fragrance! When you were very young, I spent a lot of time teaching you to eat slowly with spoons and chopsticks. Teach you to tie your shoelaces, button buttons and slide; Teach you to dress, comb your hair and blow your nose. How much I miss these little things with you, so when I can't remember clearly and can't answer, please give me some time, wait for me, let me think again, and I may forget what I will say in the end.
Kid! We practiced hundreds of times to learn the first doll song, have you forgotten? Do you still remember that I always rack my brains to answer those "why" that come out of nowhere every day? Therefore, I often repeat old stories and hum children's songs when I was a child. Understand me, let me continue to indulge in these memories! I hope you can chat with me! Now, my child, I often forget to button and tie my shoelaces. Clothes get dirty when you eat, and your hands keep shaking when you comb your hair. Don't push me, be more patient and gentle with me. As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart. Kid! Now, my feet are unstable and I can't walk, so please hold my hand tightly and stay with me. Slowly, that's it, I will take you step by step.
Maternal love, regardless of the appearance of maternal love, regardless of maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you are successful or unsuccessful, maternal love is everywhere. It is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who flies over the phoenix. If Qingtian Changhong does not understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life. How can a mother fall into poverty and miss peace? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Maternal love, regardless of the appearance of maternal love, regardless of maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you are successful or unsuccessful, maternal love is everywhere. It is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who flies over the phoenix. If Qingtian Changhong does not understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life. How can a mother fall into poverty and miss peace? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! When we replayed the film "Mother" over and over again, we burst into tears and we were completely integrated with our mother. Mother is like a long movie, which will always be treasured in our admired hearts.
8. Ask for poems about maternal love.
Motherly love warms our hearts like a ray of bright sunshine, moistens our hearts like a drop of rain, and cares for our hearts like a bitter medicine. It is great, selfless and beautiful, and it is an eternal topic. ...
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter,
Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world.
Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds.
Motherly love is a period of children's growth.
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.
If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my mother would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my mother is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. ...
Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.