Mother's poem

In our daily life, you must have seen classic 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. There are many kinds of poems, you know? The following is a poem about mother that I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

Poetry about mother 1 She is still farming.

Still on the survival rule that others gave up.

Walking slowly with a cuckoo who lives alone.

The weight of a hoe

This is close to one twentieth of her weight.

She holds it as if holding another hand in the world.

Now, the weather is getting worse.

Find her, in her narrow passage

Gather ears, stones, hexagonal plum petals

She bent down longer.

In Qinghe, in front of corn stalks, on millet.

In the shadow of time's tempering

This bend is completely out of control.

Like a withered grass, it began to make way for the autumn wind.

But she will still pick the untidy dusk.

From the page, step by step to a person's heart.

From the corner of Huaibei Plain to Bai Yue.

Poem 2 about Mother This is a letter.

Thanks to Mom Ma Dexin.

There is something I want to say in the letter.

Long time no see, mom. I miss you.

Are you brave? Are you happy?

Think of me by my mother's side.

You tell stories and teach me to recite poems.

Your smile will be engraved in my heart forever.

I want to thank you, my mother.

Mom, you are my angel.

Mom, you are my baby.

I want to put my hands together and thank my father.

Give me such a good mother.

Thank god with all my heart

I sincerely praise God.

I want to thank my mother.

There are always two people in the third poem about mothers.

Fighting for humpback whales all his life,

Tired as it is,

But it was worth it.

There are always two people,

Working hard for food and clothing all my life,

Although sometimes,

They are hungry.

There are always two people,

Dedicate your life to us,

Although I may not be able to do it myself,

But try it.

Ah, and then two people,

Is the one who loves us the most,

And our dearest,

Our father and mother.

The poem about mother was almost dawn, and I left.

Slowly, tears fell down.

That's it, alone.

Shuttle through the deserted streets.

Who soaked my heart with tears,

Gentle eyes gave me unprecedented strength.

Gradually, I grew up.

Know a lot,

I know you very well.

It turns out that in recent years, you have been looking for,

That warm heart.

I already know,

So you love me.

Mom, I want to give you long-lost warmth again.

Mom, I want to go back to the cabin I love again.

Mom, I won't leave you from now on,

Because, I know, I care about you

Poetry about Mother 5 You are such a mountain,

Right in front of my eyes,

Bloom's flowers are still so big.

You are really a star,

Hanging in the sky,

Sunrise and sunset always light up in my heart.

You are such a room,

Standing between heaven and earth,

The wind and rain still guard me.

Oh, mom!

Mountains, stars, huts,

How can these compare with you?

Compare you to water,

Moisten my heart,

Wash away my soul.

You are my life,

Gave me the freedom to swim,

In your river,

I would like to be a smart little fish.

Oh, mom!

You are an endless grassland,

I am a horse without reins,

Carrying my dream of galloping thousands of miles.

Oh, mom!

In fact, you are just a lamp in your son's heart.

Illuminate the darkness in my heart in the wind and rain.

Oh, mom!

In fact, you are just that mulberry leaf,

A hundred holes and a thousand windows I've bitten!

Poem about Mother 6 Seeing Mother Today

I heard her whispering again.

Exposed to black hair

There are traces of snow everywhere.

It turns out that mom is old.

An elderly mother

Give people a childlike appeal.

Need the warmth of children

Although she always makes excuses

See the grandson, see the grandson.

But what I really want to see is my children.

We have been very busy.

Busy and busy, empty and busy.

Too busy to remember a mother waiting for you.

Grow old in the midst of busyness

It's not the curvature of the back.

It's not an increase in wrinkles

But a strong and decisive mother.

To become so gentle.

That kind of accommodation

Gentle and easy-going

Make children feel strange.

Mother is old.

The old mother begged her children to pay attention.

The old mother longs for the light and heat of dusk.

The old mother is the child of her children.

It's time to be a mother for life.

You should enjoy the children's fun.

Because when our mother was a child,

I didn't get much warmth from my parents.

Poem 7 about Mother: The child said to his mother

When you are old.

The gold-enriched new wine exudes the fragrance of old age.

Yesterday's flowers have become tomorrow's soil.

I will be by your side.

Stay with you and love you.

As much as you love me.

When you are old.

Stumbling on crutches as a souvenir.

I am too old to see my face clearly.

I will continue to lie in your arms.

Call you and miss you.

As much as you love me.

The mother patted the child on the back.

When I am old.

Stubborn as a madman, disturbing your life.

As stubborn as you were when you were a child.

Believe that I still love you.

Whether you love me or not.

When I am old.

I can't give you what you want anymore.

I can't take care of you or even yourself anymore.

Please give me up.

Although I want to accompany you

But I don't want to be a burden to you

Poem about Mother's coming back on the 8th.

This is my last sentence.

The world is in chaos.

I can't see your calm despair

I can't hear you. You are desperate.

Where is your pet cat?

He ignored your existence and disappearance.

Still under the gardenia by the well

Gardenia is full of pale smiles.

Smile is the time you expect in your choice.

So many children and grandchildren have disappeared.

Only yellow leaves and vines are piled together in August.

Little yellow dog doesn't have much concern.

Lean against the fence, the sun is behind you.

I didn't know your journey was in a distant world.

Memory is a home without an address.

Every time I look back, I see the cuckoo crying.

The sunset glow of Sophora japonica

Tell me, who erased the footprints of your lotus pond?

Who hangs beans in the West Garden?

Missing can't be found

Those green peppers, red dates and cucumbers.

And those suntanned Sang Ma.

return ...

History summons the abyss of darkness.

Welcome home!

There is no answer in my wandering voice.

When you hold my hand and say goodbye

The world is just a cup of iced tea.

A poem about the ninth mother who raised us,

It's mom!

The people who take care of us,

It's mom!

My good mother,

My dear mother,

I want to praise you!

When I was sick,

You take good care of me;

When I'm depressed,

You encouraged me;

When I succeed,

You will be proud of me;

When I'm in trouble,

You will help me.

You are an endless sea,

I am a small fish in the sea,

Wandering in your arms;

You are the vast sky,

I am a bird in the sky,

Fly in the chest;

You are a ray of warm sunshine,

I am a small sapling,

Moisten me.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Let me send you a bunch of flowers,

A bunch of bright flowers.

Let me send you a card,

A greeting card full of blessings.

To repay you!

Thank you!

Your love is higher than the mountain and deeper than the water!

I want to tell you,

I love you!

Poem about Mother 10 Feng's incisive quip

Full of fragrance of love

Time is too naughty.

Exhausted the memory of missing.

The radian of the corners of the mouth.

Wonderful and beautiful

Endless years

Around the sky, around the ground

Not alone.

Bypass you

Changes of grain

In a simple palm

A crystal.

Follow the same insistence

Forever sliding

If there ever comes a day when

I have amnesia.

Forget time, forget life.

Not alone.

Forget you

Poems about mother 1 1 Childhood ballads ring mother's songs.

Just for fun.

Like the tune or lyrics of a song.

Will spin on childhood dolls.

Did you hear that? It's mom's lullaby.

Those songs I hummed.

Those vaguely remembered numbers

Early summer morning

Pomegranate flowers flow in the air.

The smell of morning prayers in the temple

Give us the smell of green Tara.

I remember my mother opening the bedroom window.

Staring at the distant sky.

Pave yourself calmly into a blank sheet of paper.

Waiting for souls to meet in the rain.

Happiness as low as dust.

You can drink dew and watch the dark clouds roll.

In the lowest voice

Will sing tender love

The slow pace of the world.

Classic like a child, but mom's kiss

A simple and textured person is not as good as Si.

Lasting simplicity and pure beauty

Incorporate all the trends into it.

Innocent and charming, embrace a touch of sunshine.

The white ones are all clocks and watches

Bloom, one after another.

Like a mother's flower

I can talk to my soul.

It seems that life and death are just a moment.

In an instant.

The new green walking in the raindrops

The air smells good after the storm.

I really want to cry this holiday.

Love is a simple passion.

Sincerity needs no rhetoric.

True feelings don't need glib words.

Time will always let you see.

No one needs to soothe my wounds.

I don't need anyone to tap my heart.

Take some time to nourish your heart.

Half bathed in fireworks.

Half listening to the sound of running water.

Resist loneliness and loneliness

Everywhere is the peach blossom source of the soul.

Half-life happiness, a mountain ride, a water ride.

Corner of time, a bunch of eyes.

Ink and wash are fragrant, and the charm is Zen.

Build a free palace for the soul.

Quiet happiness

When the world has fallen asleep.

I want to tell my mother.

I loved someone.

Maybe it's just a one-man March.

Smile at yourself.

Crying at mother's grave.

Happy holidays to mothers all over the world.

Poem about Mother 12 Mother has been very busy.

Walk from one end of the country to the other end of the city.

I hardly know how many roads I have walked.

How many things have you experienced?

How many feelings have you met?

There is only one thing.

Let me always remember.

She is a person who always follows the fashion.

Mother is an enthusiastic "philanthropist"

Almost everyone can help others out of poverty.

She is also a complete collector.

Old clothes and rags can also make her happy.

She is the "spokesperson" of the image of a hard worker.

Comfort us to eat, wear warm clothes and talk nonstop.

She is a scholar to the core.

Guarding China Garden

Being a teacher is her lifelong pursuit.

Make up lessons for the disabled free of charge

Add clothes to help poor students.

Worried and blessed for the future of her beloved sons.

She loves like water.

Keep calm before the ups and downs

Her noble character has practical significance.

Others don't know her affection.

I've only heard legends about her beautiful past.

See what she's up to.

Stable operation of wechat

The mobile phone makes her easy to operate.

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You can't do it without studying.

Otherwise, you will be derailed from the times.

Poetry about Mother 13 I am used to strutting my head and looking at the sky.

My temperament is also a bit stubborn and tenacious;

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 reach your happy and enthusiastic side,

Often feel inferior and cringe.

You have noble energy that permeates everything,

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

Is this energy secretly conquered me?

Looking back on the past really makes me feel blue.

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

Good love for my loving mother!

A poem about mother 14 mother, an immortal melody.

Mom, an endless topic.

Mother, a kind and affectionate title.

Who set it-

The second Sunday of May every year.

Mother's day.

In May, the cold of late spring just receded.

In May, the hot early summer has just arrived.

Warm season

Comfortable season

Mother's warm season.

Let the great mother show her glory.

Let the hard-working mother relax for a day.

How can a selfless mother be willing to relax?

How can a busy mother have the heart to stop?

Did she take a minute off?

Has she ever been carefree?

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

Mothers are always worried about their children.

Mother thinks about her grandchildren all the time.

Listen-

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Listen-

Grass and spring sunshine-parents' love for their children is like spring sunshine.

Kneel down and repay the debt.

Chori Chori Chupke Chupke

Motherly love and innocence

May mother's day-

Become a bell that awakens children to repay their kindness.

May children all over the world always remember-

As the old saying goes, "A son wants to be filial, but his relatives don't stay."

May all children in the world do their best to repay their mother's kindness.

I wish mom happiness.

Life is safe.

Poetry about Mother 15 Mother, dear mother,

There are a million mothers like you in Qian Qian,

Managing thousands of families in Qian Qian,

Bear the burden of humiliation and join hands to hold up half the sky of the motherland.

Thanksgiving mother, you are the creator of life!

Thanks to your mother, you make your life glow again!

Grateful mother, the pulse of menstrual blood of our Chinese nation!

Thanksgiving Mother's Poetry: Thanksgiving Mother's Poetry Recitation

We also love our mother,

But mom doesn't love us.

Our love is a stream,

Motherly love is the ocean.

Dew on Achnatherum splendens,

Round and bright

That's the light from the sun.

One day in March

Half smart, half smart,

That's where the spring breeze passes.

Our happiness

It is the smile on the mother's face;

Our pain

It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.

We can walk a long way.

But I will never walk out of the square in my mother's heart.

The sunshine outside is so bright,

Surrounded by green trees and flowers. ...