Modern poems on the theme of father

Modern Poem on Father 1

When I was a child, my father was the backer of our happiness

The shield when we played pranks

The Baidu where we answered questions

We were the apple of my father's eye

The hope of my father

The handy boy of my father

When I grew up, we were the shadow of my father

. The life of Huan

is also something my father is proud to talk about

My father is the treasure of our family

Our mentor who strives for the world

And our unpaid housekeeper

No one in the world

sows to us like this

Never asks for the harvest

Years of attachment

Never changes

.

In fact,

Father is never tired for us

How much do we repay our father

Ask ourselves

Why do we, as fathers,

treat our children

but not

treat our fathers like fathers? Modern Poem 2

Clouds floating all over the sky

are brewing a torrential rain for your loss

My heart is flying into a cuckoo with hemoptysis

Singing a sad red color for you

My admiration for my father

is forever fixed in the cemetery on the other side

You are buried in the cypresses and pines

A sad sigh

Missing has become that since then. My shoulders

carry on my childhood ignorant enlightenment

once you used simple truth

to pave the way for my ethereal childhood dreams

once you used words and deeds

to guide my youth to be a man

once you used profound knowledge

to illuminate my youthful future

your thick hand cocoon

to tell the story of the years when my children grew up. Your teaching

protects the direction of your children's voyage

Your soothing words

strengthen their determination to work hard

Father, father

You are the warm sun in December and the cool summer

You are the sun that never sets in your children's hearts

Come back, father

Over the mountains

Come back from the distant world. > stepping on the starry night

coming from the quiet and distant kingdom of heaven

touching my silky long hair

kissing my flowery face

calling my nickname

packing my luggage for a long time away from home

pointing out the maze of my future life

Let me tap your shoulder

Holding a fresh fragrant tea

. Will you please go again?

Don't leave this spring-filled day

Don't leave Sun Mantang's home here

What a pain it was!

You left us so quietly

The death definitely made life extremely painful

Father, father

When the daughter arrived at your side

All the family ties were scattered at the end of the dust < Carving my daughter knows what eternal pain is

burning paper money in the underworld

flying white paper kites

pinning my endless memory on my father

The world and the kingdom of heaven are out of reach

How can a bowl of loess block blood ties

Father, father, I know

That shining star in the night sky

must be a deep blessing in the kingdom of heaven

. The wind

must be an immortal concern in your heart

No matter how many spring, summer, autumn and winter you walk through

No matter how many days and nights you spend

You are still the majestic mountains in your children's hearts

The bright rainbow is a modern poem on your father's topic

When I was a child,

I snuggled up to your chest,

Your strong muscles.

You always prick my beard,

You always make me laugh.

My little hand is holding your big hand, and

I'm walking on the road.

When we grow up,

You and I have less words,

Do we have a generation gap?

now you have lost your head.

Your back,

is so thin.

Your hand,

The veins are wrinkled.

looking at you,

I want to stop talking.

I choked back,

secretly shed tears.

My father,

You are always worried.

Just because I am your child,

you will always be a pet in your heart. Modern poem 4

Father's Love

is a song

This song

reaches to the heart

is not sung lightly

Father's love

is a painting

This painting

hangs in the heart

does not dazzle the eyes

Father's love

.

The sky will not fall

Father's love

is a river

This river

is sometimes rough

but more often

it is calm and soft

Ah

On this festival

Let's drip this river again

Take a look at this mountain

Look at this painting. Really understand

the greatness of father's love

You will really understand

why did the once strong body finally bend into a lean bow

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When I was a child

My father was

a warm smile and strong arms in the photo

on a winter night

. > after entering school,

my father is

the mark of my body when I am angry

and deeply blames myself

in silence

with beautiful fonts and poems

after growing up

my father is

in the morning

in a hurry and with a broad back

in the dark

anxiously waiting and wandering uneasily < My father is

the luggage handed over on the platform and the silent silence

the constant exhortation and hard-to-hide pride in the letters

but now

my father is

the sofa

full of silver hair and intermittent snoring

my heart

always practical and endless happiness

. He accompanied me to grow up, and he is the most important person who has left a mark on my life. You will find that the more people around you, the easier it is to be ignored. The more precious the feeling, the easier it is to be forgotten. At this moment, the memory of my father is like a segmented film. As time goes by, my father's image has changed from a tall mountain yesterday to an old tree today, but at any time, he (father's love) is the best gift from God, which makes me feel practical and happy. Modern Poems on Father 6

In the past, when my father came home, he had to bring a bulging snakeskin bag

which contained clothes that our family didn't wear. All kinds of daily necessities

This time, I only carry the black leather bag that he has been carrying for decades

It is full of medicines for treating cardiovascular diseases

In the past, my father always took the No.11 bus to the bus station or the railway station

This time, I have to accompany him

Because in recent years, I have found that his words are getting less and less

His feet are getting less and less. P > His eyes are not as bright as before

His mind is not as clear as before

It's not my fault if I lose it in the wrong way

In the waiting hall of the railway station

We sat opposite each other

I found that my father was really old

All my white hair came up and squeezed the dyed black to my ear

To the ticket gate

All I had to say in my heart was condensed into.

There's only one stop to your hometown county.

As soon as the car stops, you should hurry down.

Through the thick glass door in the waiting hall.

My father followed people to the west of the platform with a black bag.

It got smaller and smaller. It's getting smaller and smaller

as if from old age to middle age, from middle age to youth, from youth to childhood

The road at the foot is getting shorter and shorter

It finally disappears in the crowd

The train suddenly sounded its whistle, like a sharp knife

it scratched my heart

Then the train started to move. The speed of moving

is so slow

it seems that my father is overloaded

and it seems that there is a person clinging to my father behind it. 7

Your face is still so clear in my memory

I miss you, my father

I finally know my thoughts in this stuffy June season

I want to cry

. Words that also make people desperate

can make people burst into tears instantly

can make people feel so sad that they can't breathe

Father, I miss you

The indifference of family and cool thin

make me miss your integrity and righteousness even more

In those days, you gave yourself up for your beloved family

If you see them in heaven today, they are so heartless

. How cold and sad the meeting will be

Kindness. How can you think that your favorite child

is so helpless after you left

I miss you, my father

but I can only miss you deeply in my heart

Your love is a pain that I will never forget

The happiness that you carried on my shoulders

gives me enough reasons < That torch is called kindness

Although you haven't had time to wait for me to grow up

, in every point of my growth,

your love is branded everywhere.

Father, I miss you.

Really, really, I don't want to cry.

However, tears are always so disappointing.

Clouds are misty, the moon is shining, and you still can't get out under the moonlight. I can't help asking myself silly questions

If you are here, my life will be completely different

If you are here,

I won't lose so much again

Although you are just an ordinary father

Although you are simple and honest, you don't even say much

I know that you are the eagle that covers the sky above us

Whoever hurts your children, you. Xu

Maybe you have devoted all your true feelings

You have long been forgotten in the fleeting dust by a numb heart

Maybe what you have done is insignificant

There is no great achievement that we can be proud of

But do you know, father

There is no one whose image will be bigger and more magnificent than you

The abundance you have erected in the hearts of your children. On the occasion of Father's Day, I would like to dedicate this article to the fathers in heaven and wish all fathers in the world happiness and well-being! Modern Poetry on Father 8

It's seven years since my father died,

My father is a craftsman;

I worked hard all my life.

his kindness; Kindness

is something I will never forget.

wind and rain hit; Desperate;

desperate.

Seeing the fading twilight,

Autumn wind has taken away your voice and appearance forever.

long thoughts; The soul is as transparent as water.

Look at the familiar figure in the photo;

I will often think of it; Father

inculcated before his death.

It is said that fathers love mountains; Love is boundless.

my father; No, besides.

filled me with feelings;

my father died suddenly; He died with infinite

remembrance and longing ...

full of regrets.

before his father died; I was told that

I must take good care of my mother.

I will remember; Take care of your mother.

My mother is tired all her life;

it is not easy to raise me.

when my father left;

I am extremely sad .......

When the ocean of the mind plays the role of earthly sorrow,

the beat of the heart can guide your broad mind.

close to you;

holding the bright moon hanging in the heart sea.

talk about the cold years.

I'm listening to you again from the lost years, and

I'm looking back earnestly.

long language; Continuous ...

Father;

My daughter is thinking of you ... A modern poem about my father 9

An old man sat under the bridge

There were some money in a small pot in front of him

Mao Mao corner

His face was wrinkled

and his eyes were muddy

much like my father

before he died

I took out the bag

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