In study, work or life, you must not have seen too many classic poems, poetry is a highly condensed language, vividly and imaginatively expressing the author's rich emotions, focusing on the reflection of social life and has a certain rhythm and rhyme of the literary genre. Are you still looking for good classic poems? The following is my collection of modern poems about Mother's Day for your reference, I hope it can help the friends in need.
1. Mother
She is many things
Not only a mother
But also a servant
A confidant
A friend
A mentor
Mother's love
Gathering the essence of all love
Sacrifice sacrifice, dedication, sacrifice of life and death
hard work, greatness
will always be synonymous with her
Mother
she is like a hero
a hero
can hardly be a hero without the innate love of a mother
Mother
is like an omnipotent God
God
is like an omnipotent God who can do anything and everything.
God
It's hard to be God without the love and compassion of a mother
The Songs of Mother
The songs of childhood ring with the songs of mother
Just in the midst of the play
It's as if the tune of the song and the lyrics
would
Do you hear the lullabies that your mother used to sing
I can't remember the figures that you hummed
On early summer mornings
I remember my mother pushing the door of the bedroom and the door of the house and the door of the house and the door of the house and the door of the house and the door of the house and the door of the house and the door of the house. I remember my mother pushing open the bedroom window
and gazing out at the distant sky
calmly laying herself down as a blank sheet of paper
waiting for the souls to meet in the ticking of the rain
the happiness of being low to the dust
being able to drink dew and watch the dark clouds roll in
with the lowest of voices
being able to sing of the gentle love
The slow-moving steps of the earthly world
Like a child's classic but mom's kiss
Simple and textured people are not as good as the S
The simple and pure beauty of the timeless
Incorporating all the trends into it
Innocent and charming with a touch of sunshine into the embrace
The white color of the clock is full of
Flowers bloom, one after another. One after another
Like a mother's flower
I'm so special that I can talk to my soul
It seems that life and death are just a moment
A moment in time
Walking in the fresh green with the raindrops
The air smells so good after the storm
This holiday season, I really want to cry
Love is a kind of simple passion.
You don't need to be a talker to be true
You don't need to be a talker to be true
Time will always tell
I don't need anyone to soothe my wounds
I don't need anyone to gently knock on the door of my heart
I'd like to borrow a piece of time to nourish my heart
I'd like to bathe myself in the fire of the world
I'd like to listen to the sound of the flowing water
I'm sure that you will be able to find a place for me in the world where I can be a good person. p>
Can stand loneliness and isolation
Nowhere is a peach blossom garden for the soul
Half a lifetime of happiness, a journey to the mountains, a journey to the water
A beam of eye light in the corner of the shadow of the light
A Zen feeling of ink and fragrance, and a fluttering of rhyme in the afterglow
Build a palace of freedom for the soul
Silent joy
When the world has gone to sleep
I want to tell my mother
I loved someone
Maybe it's just a one-man march
Laugh at yourself
Cry at your mother's grave
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world
3.
A letter to my mom
Inside the letter are the words I want to say
It's been a long time since I've seen you, mom, and I miss you
Have you been healthy? Are you happy?
I remember when I was with my mother
You told me stories and taught me poetry
Your smile will always be in my heart
I want to thank you, my mother
Mom, you're my angel
Mom, you're my baby
I'm going to join my hands in thanking my Heavenly Father
for giving me such a wonderful mother
With a full heart, I want to say thank you.
I thank the Lord with all my heart
I praise the Lord with all my heart
I want to thank my mom
4. More hope Too much joy and anger For me to grow up You've missed yourself less since then Less of your own needs Less of your own youth Less of your own dreams One day I'm amazed That you I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it when I'm young, when I'm young, when I'm young and when I'm young, and I hate it when I'm young and when I'm young. Let's smooth out your wrinkles together Let's dye your gray hairs together 5. The mother is far away in the south and north of the world, and the child thinks of her every day and night. The mother who raised me and brought me up was tired every year, and her kindness is unparalleled in the world. The mother took care of me when I was a child, and she is now repaying me for my mother's love. The mother's love is being repaid now. The love of a mother is like Jesus, The love of a mother is like Jesus, The love of a mother is so great that it is difficult to describe it, The love of a mother is so great that it is difficult to describe it. A mother's love is like Jesus, it's hard to describe 6. Mother River A mother turns into a river - - Mother River -Mother River Always springing in the wind With sparkling waves of laughter The willow tries to smooth out her wrinkles But what can be done about the relentlessness of the years I am like a fish in the water I can't enjoy the vastness of the Mother River Like a drifting cloud The Mother River is a place where we can always be attached and sent. For the sake of Mother's Day I'd better turn into a pianoforte reflecting on the setting sun silently playing a song of mother's love maybe the long-distance sound of the pianoforte can bring back my mother's soul mother can you feel it the mute sound of the pianoforte can bring you back to your mother and make you feel the love of your mother the love of your mother. p> Can touch your chapped and wrinkled hands 7. " May " "The fragrance of April on earth is over. The scent of acacia blossoms is all over the place. When the acacia tree is in bloom, it is a great expectation for me. The scent of the flowers is so strong that it makes the bees and butterflies busy. The white ones are like snow, and the purple ones touch the happy 'sadness'. The scent of acacia blossoms in May, is longer than the night. There are no years to look back on, only regrets are long. May is the season of growth, in my busy and stacked bedding dismantling and washing music. The needle is the baton of happiness, and the lead wire dances on the bedding to write a poem. The thimble is worn on the middle finger of the right hand, and the tip of the index finger of the left hand still has a needle prick wound. In fact, now do not have to work so hard, Nai have memory has been deep into the marrow. Because the heart has been looking forward to, the memory will flower beautifully. "My poor wife sewed a zhang line" The way my mother demonstrated and taught me has always been soft on my heart. 8. "Mother" Beyond my dreams there is often a familiar and trembling figure coming over the waves It is my mother sitting on a wall chart at the foot of my bed, blossoming a simple bitter cabbage flower silently and without a word my mother has always kept her blood in her veins. p> A mother's blood always remains a river A feathery body too soft to be soft Presenting the most sublime transparency of an ordinary woman The head's upturned gaze Will always be that of the children and the home that shines on all sides Motherhood is the bliss, the very meaning of home The tide that cleanses the soul, and the tide of the day and the day of tomorrow The tide that cleanses the soul, the tide that cleanses the soul, the tides that cleanse the soul, the tide that washes away the soul, the tide that washes away the soul. 9. "Mother" Without realizing it, my mother has grown old and very, very old The face that is full of grooves and wrinkles are growing wildly in the Without realizing it, my mother has grown old Without realizing it, my mother has grown old Without realizing it, my mother has grown old Without realizing it, my mother has grown old Without realizing it, my mother has grown old And very, very old A head full of black hair Washed away by time A few black hairs seem to Interpret the course of gray hairs Unexpectedly my mother has become old And very, very old Handsome and upright figure Blown to oblivion by the harsh winds of time The mother has become old And very, very old The mother has grown old. p> Blown away by the harsh winds of time The bent waist and hunched back have made my mother's physique Showing her old age all the time The high blood pressure has become a long-time companion The back pain dominates every minute of her life Without realizing, my mother has grown old And very old A clear and agile mind has made me feel that I am not the only one who can do anything about this. The body line has been swallowed up by time and disappeared What is possessed is a blurred vision and deafness The slow reaction of the elderly **** has the characteristics of Inadvertently my mother became old What is unchanged is The mother's description of the world No matter whether it's old or young No matter whether it's confusing or sober The mother's description of the world is very old and very old. A mother's children are the whole content of her world Without realizing it, my mother has grown old I quietly cover my moist eyes 10. Our love is a stream, Mother's love is an ocean. The dewdrops on the hyacinth, round and bright are the rays given by the sun. The days of April Half brilliant, half glorious, That's where the spring winds walk. Our happiness is the smile on our mother's face; our pain is the deep sorrow in our mother's eyes We can go far, far away but we can't always get out of the square of our mother's heart. The sun outside is so bright, The green tree surrounded by the flowers of the cluster tightly entangled ...... I happily enjoy this beautiful scenery But I can not forget that this is a precious gift you gave me. I don't want to talk about how much you've done for me, I don't want to talk about how much you've done for me. It will always be unknown, never finish writing and catching. Once you said to me, I am the most important one in your life, thank God for giving me to you. Now I want to tell you, Mom, you are the same. Mother, do you know how great you are? In my eyes, you are the embodiment of the good things in the world, always sacred; you are the angel in my heart, not only only let you guard in the future, I will also guard you. Perhaps others may find it exaggerated, but not for me. In the face of these impoverished words, one third of your love for me can never be expressed. 11. In Your Eyes In Your Eyes I am a bud in the spring; In Your Eyes I am a blossom on the summer's day; In Your Eyes I am a fruit in the autumn's field; In Your Eyes I am the fruit in the winter's sky. I am the warm sun on the winter sky; And do you know that you are in my eyes? In my eyes You are the strong handrail on which I totter And the tender lips on which I learn to speak; In my eyes You are the sky where the birds are lost And the ocean where the boats sail; You are all the praise I have for life You are all the love I have for life You are all the love I have for life You are all the love I have for life You are all the love that I have for life You are all the love I have for life You are all the love that I have for life. In your eyes I am the swaddling clothes of a lifetime; In my eyes 12. p> A mother can finally stop fighting with the weeds in the fields A mother who has always been intolerant of killing whose goodness does not have to be - compromised by reality Throughout her life death has threatened to come to her in many ways A mother who has never had the heart to kill, who has never had the heart to kill, who has never had the heart to kill. p> The skinny mother has always been able to triumph by the breath of her life The words from my father's mouth: "Your mother has always worked hard." I couldn't help but shed a tear 13. Mom" Snowy days Mom walks with the wind at her back The cold blocks the intersection ahead Footprints are constantly being buried by the wind and snow Those phantom fades are high in the sky Flaunting too much shivering and strangeness Mom walks on in front of me At this point it seems like there are two Mothers One shutting the winter door tightly One in a moon boat Both carrying her into her mother's arms She also saw the boat of life There are times When a family can't sit in the same boat The snow, ignoring her mother's silhouette And everywhere there is a windy voice I came into the world You became a mom You've had a name since then More to hold on to More to look forward to More to be happy about More to be angry about For the sake of my growth You're not the only one who can help me, but you're the only one who can help me. You miss yourself less Why grow up so slowly I hate Why can't we turn back the clock I hate Why is there so much ignorance in youth Mom I've grown up Don't you have to do your mother's duty anymore Let's smooth out your wrinkles Let's dye your gray hairs I don't know why I can't do my job. 16. "Mother's Love" A small needle, A long thread, Dancing into a thousand layers of bottom Weaving a new dress Warming up the memories of my childhood A bowl of white flour A handful of green vegetables Changing the patterns under my mother's hands A sentence of "everything depends on oneself" I remember in my heart A sentence of "honesty" I abide by the practice The ordinary you pointed out the direction of my life. Ah, mother Today is your holiday, I want to dedicate this hymn to you Day and night Played in the daughter's heart! 17. "She" The sound of her voice curls up in my ears My heart is full of thoughts In my dreams, my hair is always there My hair is mottled in front of me I'm using the brush of my emotions to sketch out a familiar face She's the one who's always there for me. She was a kind mother With the tenacity of life She melted the frost of the years She sketched the past like a lotus flower She raised a faith of love She piled up kindness in the corners of her eyes She became more and more hobbling And she slept on the names of her children A life of love, a life of work, a life of sacrifice, a life of sacrifice. I've worked so hard for so many years.
The days of green, the days of birds
Mother's smile in her crow's feet
Now that she's gone from the paths of a foreign land to the wall charts
All the sorrows and bitterness of the past, all the pains and the sorrows of the future, all of them, they've been smoothed away
And now the best qualities of life, the best qualities of the future, have been put to rest in our hearts and souls.