Mother's Day Poetry

In the usual study, work and life, everyone is familiar with those catchy poems. Poetry is full of musical beauty, and sentences are generally in rows, emphasizing the beauty of structure and form. So what kinds of poems are there? The following is my mother's day poem. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Mother's Day Poetry 1 Hold your skirt tightly.

Ah, mom,

In order to keep your aging figure,

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

Lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mom,

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid my memory will disappear,

How dare I open its screen easily?

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.

Mother's Day Poem 2 Author/Old Gun

Mom's not around.

I celebrated the festival for her.

-Heart!

Turn over

Records of lost songs

When I was a teenager, I drove an ox cart.

Listen to mom'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

Mom's not around.

I listen to the old knocker.

When suddenly knocking at the door.

Mom's eyes

I don't remember the expression of tears when I fell into the fire while babbling. Until now, every time you see my scar, you will blame yourself.

I don't remember that you didn't give birth to him/her after I answered that I didn't want a brother or sister.

I don't remember how you were at a loss when you fell into the river and hit a stone at the age of six.

I don't remember. When you saw me dripping blood, I was very distressed and scared.

I don't remember. Two stitches, and you told me it was great with your thumb up. One stitch, and it was over. Mom bought you something delicious.

I don't remember that on my tenth birthday, you invited two tables of relatives and bought me two cakes for my birthday.

I don't remember. I vomited that night in the fourth grade, and the next day you asked my father to take me to the hospital.

I don't remember staying up until twelve o'clock in the sixth grade because of too much homework. You got up and made me egg noodles and scolded the teacher for me. Teacher, with so much homework, it won't light up tomorrow.

I don't remember going to the hospital every week because of my acclimatization in junior high school. Once my father took me home and you held me in your arms.

I don't remember. I even spit out my bitter water on a summer night, and you tricked me into eating some eight-treasure porridge.

I don't remember the night grandma left. Later, you accompanied me to dry the tears in my eyes.

I don't remember the last time you agreed to let me send grandma, even though it was a heavy snow entrance examination.

I don't remember, once I sternly refuted you and said that if you think your son is good, you can have a new life, and then you should not go too far.

I don't remember. After I went to high school, your requirements for me became lower and lower. Every time I make a mistake, you say to be sensible.

I don't remember you cooking my favorite dish every week when I went home for the triage exam.

I don't remember that on my 20th birthday, you didn't tell me, because I took the pets exam in Hangzhou, so you prepared a surprise for me.

I don't remember the hot summer after the college entrance examination. You didn't give me any advice about the university and let me make my own decision.

I don't remember you insisting on opening the suitcase and checking my belongings the night before you came to college.

I don't remember. Every time before we set off, you asked me to call or send a message to tell me that I would be safe when I arrived.

I don't remember you reluctantly letting me stay at my insistence.

I don't remember, every time I go home, my neighbors will cast envious eyes and say where my sisters are going.

I don't remember. You always remind me that I have stomach trouble. Don't skip meals, don't eat fried food, don't eat spicy food and don't eat instant noodles.

I don't remember. Now you call me every weekend and chat with me like a sister.

I don't remember how much I enjoy your strictness, expectation and trust.

I don't remember. I forgot so much on purpose, just because I remember those. ......

I only remember that you were strict with me since I was a child, as if you were always giving me a hard time.

I only remember that you set a time for me to go home every day, and then you would look around for someone.

I just remember that my partner who fell into the river didn't dare to send me home for fear of being scolded by you.

I only remember that as soon as I talked back to you, you picked up a long bamboo pole and hit me.

I only remember that you didn't allow me to play with my mobile phone and talk loudly at the dinner table, or even let me leave the dinner table.

I only remember that every time my grandmother pulled me away and hid behind her, you were still crying, and you still wanted to cry.

All I remember is that it rained cats and dogs that day. Dad came home late from work, and when he saw that you didn't cook dinner, he threw away the mahjong. That was the first time I saw my father's anger.

I only remember that when you see that boy outside, you will say that it is the key for the boy to help his mother.

I only remember that rainy night when I saw you quarreling with my father. I rushed into the rain and wiped my tears alone.

I only remember that we all cried that night, and my father cried, and you just stood by and cried and said that you had a fight. It was the second time that I deeply felt that my father and I were from the same country.

I only remember that you like to solve problems with a loud voice in everything.

I only remember that when you wanted to choose a chef major in high school, you said, don't go, people are not as tall as stoves.

All I remember is that you can hide your brother's death. At that time, you made me feel so cold and strange.

I only remember that when the teacher called me, you would eavesdrop like a prisoner or eavesdrop on the other end of the phone.

I only remember that you always said that my wings are getting harder and harder and my courage is getting stronger and stronger.

I only remember that you are the kind of mother who is self-centered and only willing to get and unwilling to pay.

As far as I can remember, you don't have as much respect and filial piety for your grandmother as you do for her.

I only remember that you always said that my father and I were from the same country, but it was wrong anyway.

All I remember is that you will never see my change and never believe that I am not the ten-year-old child who is bossed around by you.

During the break, I don't remember you telling me what to do and swearing at me. The rest is your understanding of a daughter's "dream of success".

This is your 23rd Mother's Day, but this is the second time I remember your birthday.

Thank you for tolerating all my willfulness and waiting for me to grow up.

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Amanome in a few days!

Mother's Day Poetry 4 Dear teachers and classmates:

Hello everyone!

There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to take and enjoy freely without asking for anything in return. This person is called "mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!

May 13 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in everyone's heart. This festival is a praise and eulogy for mothers, which reminds everyone to always remember: be grateful to everyone's mother.

Everyone appreciates the life experience given by his mother; Mother makes everyone grow sturdily, and everyone is grateful; Everyone is grateful for the education and enlightenment given by his mother, so that everyone has gained knowledge and strength; Everyone's life will always have difficulties and twists and turns. It was my mother who gave you care and help, and everyone should be more grateful.

Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself wholeheartedly to building the motherland tomorrow?

There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." Sometimes, people may cling to a stranger's little concern, but turn a blind eye to their mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get angry because of some trivial things. But my mother will always silently support everyone, patiently enlighten and educate everyone, and give everyone support and encouragement.

Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. Everyone should listen to her mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face her harshness sincerely and feel her inner world of sunshine.

Let everyone learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let everyone remember the birthday of mother all over the world, wash her feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and family full of happiness and harmony, and everyone will have real growth!

Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree!

Mother's Day poems in May are scattered all over the world.

Tears filled my heart.

A pair of calloused hands,

Raise a life for more than ten years.

The silver needle sparkled in the moonlight.

Everything in the universe is interdependent,

Sweat left traces of struggle.

A pair of weather-beaten old eyes,

Looking forward to a naughty and willful life.

He embraces all your strengths and weaknesses,

In the Milky Way, maternal love is strong.

Mom's eyes and hands made you and me.

Drop mother's tears and get mother's fingerprints.

Destined this feeling between my mother and me.

Sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls.

The sea dries up, the rocks break and the light changes. ...

Look at your aging face and increased wrinkles.

I hope you will live another hundred years, and I hope your youth will come back. ...

This is a poem I gave you.

Mother's Day Poetry 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 in 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!

Mother's Day Poetry 7 1, Peach Blossom Poetry

Peach trees smell like women as soon as they open their mouths.

At the beginning of pink, when I think of my mother, I think of youth.

Standing on the branch, constantly tempting.

Everyone who dares to be ordinary.

And green comes from pink but is higher than pink.

It dares to speak, crisp and gratifying, and mother bends down.

Or stand on tiptoe.

It's all about a closer possibility.

2. Youshui River

You walk around the corner.

The farthest place is in Shen Congwen's book.

Maybe the beauty there lies in the sea.

I used one yuan of water in junior high school.

It took me more than ten years to wash my body in summer.

Your water has never been polluted by me.

There seemed to be no swearing at that time.

Bamboo has always lived by the Youshui River.

Their shadows are thin in a single water.

Hanging like a diaojiao building.

Actually, I stood on tiptoe and looked far away.

Mom actually knows that it's easy to go with the flow.

He who does not advance loses ground. Now the water level of Youshui River is falling.

If you want to go home, you must wait until next year.

Mother's Day Poetry 8 Opening String:

A: Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love. Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Even if everything in the world can be changed, only maternal love will not change. ...

B: The sons and daughters of China, who enjoy the reputation of 5,000 years of civilization, praised the power of maternal love with the most touching and gorgeous poems and songs, and expressed the poems in the starry sky of history and turned them into a movement of universal love!

A: Yes, in this movement, we heard the strong voice of maternal love and the gentle cantata. She has created all the miracles related to life. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body. The poem "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is better than three spring rays" once touched the hearts of Chinese people.

B: Three rivers and lakes can't stop a mother's affection for her children. The pine trees in three mountains, four mountains and five mountains can't express their children's continuous affection for their mothers. Mother, you created the greatest strength of life; It is you who continue the most extensive character of human nature. You are the name of love.

A: Mother's Day belongs to the whole world. Today, we are integrated into this poetic country, absorbing the profoundness of our ancestors' poetic culture, and feeling the ancient "Meng Mu moved three times, and her mother-in-law got a tattoo". We can proudly say that Mother's Day belongs to every nation and China.

B: shrouded in this country of poems with rich cultural connotations, we swim along the seaside to let the sunshine of mother's love warm our lives; Let the power of maternal love inspire and create brilliance. On the occasion of Mother's Day, let's dedicate our heartfelt ode to you-

A and B: Mom!

Word string in recitation stage:

A: The poetry recital of "Gratitude to Mother, Singing the Soul" was jointly organized by Tianjin Recitation Art Association, Tianjin Post and Telecommunications Bureau, Evening News Culture Department and Dayuan Water Supply Group. Preparatory group of Tianjin Poetry Society. It is an organic combination of poetry and recitation art. After careful preparation, poetry collection and recitation staff's choice of recitation works, there will be 25 recitation programs to share with you today.

B: It's worth looking forward to. We are already eager to try. I think every guest here is gathered here with gratitude to her mother and love for the art of poetry reading. Next, we give the warmest applause to the six organizers and all the guests and representatives from all walks of life who participated in the recitation. Thank you!

End string:

A: Grab a wisp of Mayflower, weave a colorful wreath for my mother and send my best wishes. May my mother's mood bloom as happily as a flower forever, and may my mother's smiling face be as beautiful as a flower forever.

B: Mom, you are a clear spring, and I am a green seedling. You poured into my heart, filled me with sweet spring water and nourished me.

Mom, you are the morning sun. I am a newly sprouted grass. You shine on me with soft light, which makes me full of vitality and warms me.

B: Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots.

A: Hugo said: A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness?

Pick a star, pick a cloud, and send it to you in a missing envelope-the best day of the year!

Answer: Take a sip of the water by the sea and see how the clay figurine feels. The art of poetry is intoxicated in the mother's arms.

B: Insert the wings of recitation into the art of poetry; Pour poetry into the throat of recitation art, express gratitude in the charming ancient city, and wish all mothers in the world a safe spring and autumn!

A: Bless our mother and motherland-

A: Auspicious!

Mother's Day Poetry 9 Author/Qi Ruixuan

In full bloom in May

Ushered in the annual Mother's Day.

Looking at bundles of bright red carnations

seem

Saw a kind and lovely mother.

But one day in May,

Not when 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.

It's my mother's day.

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.

Endless beautiful songs.

thank you

my dear mother

Although today is not my mother's day.

But I still

Send you a bunch of beautiful carnations.

Good luck and happiness forever.

Mother's Day Poems as a Child 10

Motherly love is the cradle.

Mother hummed nursery rhymes.

Shake it, shake it.

I rocked to Waipo Bridge.

When I grow up

Maternal love is a bowl.

Hot egg noodles

And a new cotton-padded coat.

There is heat in my heart

Body warmth

afterwards

Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.

There are thousands of instructions before leaving.

Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.

It's not good to be outside. I miss home.

Just come back early.

Now

Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.

There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.

Home phone number

Wanderers dial their hearts every night.

Mother's day poem 1 1 1, dedicated to mother.

When I was born,

I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.

When I cry

What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.

When I was a toddler

With mom's encouraging eyes.

When I grow up,

What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.

When I travel far away

What worries me is my mother's eternal love.

2. "Mother's Care"

Mother's concern is the spring breeze.

Send it to children traveling far away.

mercy

Mother's concern is a cloud in summer.

Pass it on to children traveling far away.

cool

Mother's concern is the mud in autumn.

No matter how far a child floats like a leaf.

Nostalgia remains strong.

Mother's concern is the fire of winter.

Although the weather is very cold everywhere, it is very cold.

But my heart feels very warm, very warm.

3. Dedicated to mother

I'm used to strutting around,

My temperament is also a bit stubborn;

Even if the king and I face each other,

I won't lower my eyes.

But, mom, I want to be honest with you:

Although my self-esteem is very strong,

Once I come to your happy and kind side,

Often feel inferior and cringe.

You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,

Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,

Is this spirit secretly conquered me?

Recalling the past really makes me sad.

I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.

Good love for my loving mother!

Mother's Day Poetry 12 autumn scenery is presented in the falling leaves all over the sky.

The yellowed world is drifting away with the wind.

Spring rain irrigated selfless mother's day,

Disappear, fragments of maternal love.

Open the dusty photos,

Thinking of those old silent movies that my mother and I watched together,

My mother sent me to school.

In the picture, the mother looms.

However, on the other side of maternal love,

Time took my thoughts away.

Living alone in this world,

The world is also in the cycle of maternal love.

Gradually,

I have less contact with my mother.

Until one day,

Mother silently sewed old clothes,

Chatting with me,

Intuition,

Waiting for maternal love is also a kind of faith!

Love for the sea is too deep and time is too short.

How can maternal love run aground?

Mother's thread is very tight, and mother's faith in love.

The sails of the years are drifting away ~ ~ ~

Mother's Day Poetry 13 Dedicated to Mother's Day

When I was a child, I was a newly unearthed seedling.

Mother is a tall buttonwood tree.

She was strong and upright then,

Lush,

Give me a green one.

Even in the hot summer, I am cool and happy.

Peace of mind.

Whenever there is a storm,

She sheltered me from the wind and rain with thick branches and leaves.

In the severe winter, she would rather be cold.

Let the cold wind blow, let the dense leaves cover the phoenix tree;

She shivered in the cold night.

Day after day, year after year,

She watched the little phoenix tree grow up with kind eyes

She smiled happily and shook off the dew.

Under her care, the small phoenix tree is healthy and strong, and there is no joy or worry.

One day,

Many branches and leaves suddenly fell on the small phoenix tree.

The branches and leaves are yellow, and there are crystal tears hanging on the leaves.

Small raised his head,

In the past years, the phoenix tree has become old and gloomy.

The branches are wrinkled and the skin is rough.

Naturally, she has now become an old tree with a solitary leaf.

At this time, Xiao's heart of pain arises spontaneously.

She said to Wu Tong: I will be as tall and straight as you in the future.

I will stay with you all my life and accompany you to the end of my life.

Poems on Mother's Day 14 It rained lightly this year.

Rain, like mother's endless worries,

Falling from a distance,

It hit me.

I don't know why it flows into my heart.

Mom, you know what?

Today is your festival!

I saw you,

I saw your expectation of leaning against the door.

Your gray temples,

That's what you did for us in winter,

Frost and snow brought by the cold?

Do you know that?/You know what?

Because of you,

No matter how withered the season is, people will not feel lonely.

In your eyes,

We will always be weak grass,

You will never know.

In my son's heart,

You are the spring in March.

Without you,

We wouldn't have the lush life we have today.

Very big, because there are many mothers like you,

I only know what is broad.

Crows know how to feed back,

Lambs know how to kneel down and nurse.

What about us?

Let's say it sincerely!

In your festival,

Mom-

You have worked hard!

Mother's Day Poetry 15 Time is like water, and time is fleeting.

How many memories fade away like water?

But we still miss our mother.

The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes.

The face is old and the white hair is like frost.

Still working, still busy.

A mother is the eternal sun in a child's heart.

Shining on every barren land

Give us energy and motivation.

Give us meticulous care.

Motherly love is so warm

Walk through the morning and dusk

Through the heat and cold

Give us warm and suitable spring.

You don't want luxury and wealth.

Not tired of hardship and poverty

With your hard-working hands and thin spine

Hold up a blue sky for children

It's your open-mindedness

Never cared about winning or losing.

You are smart and virtuous.

Win the respect of others

This is your kind character.

Affect the purpose in our hearts.

Treat people and things.

Modesty, kindness, simplicity, kindness

This is your smile.

Show a bright tomorrow

It is your optimism.

Nurture our fighting spirit of never giving up.

Always worried

Inscribed memory

Write down your deepened wrinkles.

Write it down in the thoughts that worry day and night.

No matter where his son goes, his mother's thoughts will follow him.

Is an eternal theme.

Mother dreams of going back to her hometown at home.

That's wandering thoughts.

I miss you very much.

Walk through the middle age of children and youth

Now I am a mother.

Deeply extend maternal love

manually

child-rearing

manually

Hold up your parents.

Every mother's day

Sing a hymn

With my mother's sweet smile

Happy holidays to mom.

Happiness, health and longevity.