Mother's Day Poems (Collection of 15)
In daily study, work and life, everyone has come into contact with poetry, right? Poetry is characterized by a high degree of cohesion of language and short and concise length. What do those widely used poems look like? The following is my collection of Mother's Day poems, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.
Mother's Day Poem 1
It has been many years since I bought my mother cloth shoes for Mother's Day
I miss my mother more and more as I grow older
My mother said that she would wear the cloth shoes I sent her that day
As joyful as I was as a child in the cloth shoes I wore her made
I don't know how to make them
It's a cloth shoe I bought in old Beijing.
The cloth shoes I wore as a child were made by my mother's white hair as she knitted the soles of her shoes under a dim oil lamp
My mother's cloth shoes
will always be in the back of my mind
I'll wear the shoes you made for me that day, too, mom
I will wear the shoes you made for me as I walk along the road to the other side of the country
I'm y blessing you
The most important holiday for mom is the one that I'm going to spend with her.
Mother is the most beautiful on holidays
Mother is the happiest on holidays
I want to pray for you on holidays
I pray that you will always be the springtime in my heart
I pray that you will meet me in my dreams night after night
The most beautiful mother-son love in the world
Mother, you are the sunny sky in your hometown
I'm the white clouds. I am the white cloud floating in your arms
You are the fields of hope in your hometown
I am the dandelion in your dreams
I am the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes in the fall
I am the bend in the mountain road that you are looking at when the snowflakes are dancing in the sky
You, Mother, are the sweet water flowing from my heart
It's so sweet
The festival of Mother's Day is held in In the spring
How many thoughts greened the mountains and rivers on that day
Tell me about my love for my mother
You, mother, are the sleepless night in a foreign land
The moon I look at on Mid-Autumn Festival night
On Mother's Day, I saw my mother in my hometown
The white hair
The gaze in the field
The deep love of a mother
The white hair in the field
The deep love of a mother in her heart.
The deep love of a mother
The thoughts of Mother's Day
Mother's Day Poem 2Love
Perhaps the years have taken away your richness
Leaving you with gray hair,
But it can never take away your kind smile.
Mom, on this special day,
please let me offer my sincerest thanks!
Happy Mother's Day.
Words
My beloved mother,
I can't say what I want to say,
I can't write what I want to write,
Everything,
is in words.
"Flower Offering"
Each tear cuts and sews
Soaking me up from my gaze
A red candle that has never been extinguished
In the wind and the rain
A life bloomed in the flames
Praying for the life of a bone and a flesh
Can you hear me from the beginning of time? Can you hear my cries from time immemorial
A dried nest is a simple traveling bag
So much milk-soaked rain and dew
Rising up to fill the ground of my mornings
I'm beginning to go on my way
Walking like a bouquet of
Offering Flowers by your side
A Gift for Mother on Mother's Day
A Gift for Mother on Mother's Day
A Gift for Mother on Mother's Day
A Gift for Mother on Mother's Day
Spread out a piece of paper
Draw roses, draw lilies
Draw a bright red heart
Inside the heart, draw a pair of eyes
That's my mother looking at me
Spread out a piece of paper
I'm going to write a few words to my mother
Cook for me, do my laundry
I'm going to write a few words to my mother
Cook for me, wash my clothes
I'm going to write a few words to my mother
I'm going to write a few words for my mother
Mom, on the road of life
You sprinkled me with gold all the way
Mom, between ignorance and maturity
You built a bridge for me
To the ends of the earth and the sea
Your love is with me all the time
Mom, I see your gray hair
Touching your heart, I can see that you've made a great contribution to the development of the world.
Touching the wrinkles on your face
I want to say, "You've worked hard."
Mom, you often guide the little lamb
Nourish this tender sapling
The silk worm is not finished until it dies
Your old figure
In my heart ripples
Mom, you have worked hard!
The Angel of Spring
A mother is like the angel of spring,
sending warm spring winds,
bringing a silky drizzle,
blowing into the child's heart,
understanding the child's needs,
this loving angel,
taking care of the child's life,
the mother is like the angel of spring,
the mother is like the angel of spring,
the mother is like the angel of spring.
Taking care of the child's life,
Keeping the child safe,
Giving everything,
Though we are so bad,
Mother, the angel,
Still has the measure of the sea,
To forgive us.
Mother's love is like a piece of sugar
Mother's love is like a piece of sugar,
wrapped in nagging,
hidden in scolding,
and let me look for it in the east and the west,
until I know what I am doing,
and only then I find it.
MOTHER'S DAY POEM 3In the morning, the smoke was thick,
My mother held my hand,
And I stumbled,
Learning to talk and walk.
At noon, when I came back from school,
my mother brought me my favorite dish,
and I gobbled it down,
and I learned to know and to be.
In the afternoon, I drifted around,
My mom would ask me to do something from time to time,
I responded with a hmmm,
I learned to run around and be busy.
In the evening, I longed for the harbor,
My mother was in front of the house,
I seldom looked back,
I was more concerned and worried.
At night, when I was returning home,
my mom was hobbling,
I suddenly felt a pain in my heart,
I added gray hairs to my mom's old age.
Day by day, day by day,
Year by year, year by year,
Summer to winter in the blink of an eye,
Youthful and beautiful to the late twilight.
Day by day, day by day,
Year by year, year by year,
The green silk turns white in the blink of an eye,
The strong love of the mother remains unchanged.
Time is like water, the years go by easily
How many memories have we lost in the passing years
But we never change our thoughts about our mothers
The birds go back to the swallows, the spring goes by and the autumn comes by
The face is getting old, the white hair is like frost
Still the same figure of the laborious and busy body
Mothers are the eternal sun in the hearts of their children
The mothers are the eternal sun in their hearts
The mothers are the eternal sun in their hearts. The eternal sun
Shines on every barren land
Gives us vitality
Gives us care
Mother's love is so warm
Through the morning and evening
Through the heat and cold
Gives us a warm and suitable spring
You don't want to be extravagant and rich
You don't want to be a woman.
You are not tired of being poor
With your hard-working hands and thin backbone
You hold a blue sky for your children
It is your open-mindedness
You never care about winning or losing
It is your wisdom and wisdom
You have won the respect of other people
It is your kindness
It is your goodness
That influences us. The purpose of our hearts
Treating people and things with humility and kindness
Humble and kind, simple and generous
Your smile
Shows a better tomorrow
Your optimistic spirit
Nurtures our never-say-die spirit
The constant worrying
Moment by moment, the thoughts are written on your wrinkles. The deepening wrinkles of your face
are written into your thoughts of worrying day and night
A child's journey to his hometown
is an unchanging theme
A mother dreaming of her hometown at home
is a wanderer's longing for you
in the deepest of longings
I'm a child now, I'm young, I'm in my middle years
and I'm a mother now
I y cherish my mother's love for you.
With our hands
We raised our children
With our hands
We support our parents
On Mother's Day
We sing a song of praise
With our mother's sweet smile
We wish our mother a happy day
And a long and healthy life.
Mother's Day Poem 5In the fields, Mother
You are a famous painting when you bend down
Your face is covered with wheat stalks
Fatigued and bright
The tenderness of the silver night
Comes from a hayloft
Our house is always green
From the mother's soul
Always open
For the children and grandchildren.
The grandchildren's ears of corn and grain
Come from generation to generation
Surrounding you in a village
In my mother's vast fragrance
I have only the breath and the wish of a mung bean
Mothers' Day Poem 6I don't remember the look of remorseful tears on your face when you fell into the fire when you were learning to speak and you reproach yourself every time I see my scars until now
I don't remember the look of remorseful tears when I fell in the fire when I was learning to speak, until now when you reproach yourself every time you see my scars<
I don't remember that after I answered you that I didn't want a younger sibling, you really didn't have him/her
I don't remember that when I was six years old, I fell into the river because of playfulness, and hit a rock, and then came back home and you were at a loss for what to do
I don't remember that you were heartbroken and scared when you saw me drenched in blood.
I don't remember, after two stitches, you gave me a thumbs up and said it was great, there is still one more stitch and then mom will buy you something delicious.
I don't remember, ten years old birthday that year you invited two tables of relatives bought two cakes two to my birthday
I don't remember, fourth grade that night I vomited a little bit of strength you the next day let my father take me to the hospital
I don't remember, sixth grade because of too much homework I have been staying up to twelve o'clock more than you get up and give me to do the egg noodle and help me scold the teacher said, the teacher is really, set up so much homework, the teacher said, the teacher is also very good. help me dry the tears in the corners of my eyes.
I don't remember, you actually agreed that I would send grandma to the last ride even if it was a snowy midterm
I don't remember, once I ruthlessly bumped into you and said that if you think your son is good, you'll be re-born good, and then you can't help but don't look at me
I don't remember, after high school, you're more and more demanding of me the more and more low every time I made a mistake, you'll just say a sentence you're going to
I don't remember, the diversion exam that time every week home you will do my favorite dishes
I don't remember, 20 birthday that year, I because in Hangzhou to catch up with the pets you didn't tell me you prepared a surprise for me.
I don't remember, after the college entrance exam that hot summer about the university you didn't give me any advice to let me make my own decisions
I don't remember, the night before coming to the university you insisted on opening the suitcase and checking my belongings
I don't remember, every time before you leave you'd tell me to call or send a text message to report the safety
I don't remember, in my bent on insisting
I don't remember, every time I go home the neighbors will cast envious glances and say where are the sisters going ah
I don't remember, you will remind me every time I have a gastric disease do not not eat fried do not eat spicy do not eat noodles
I don't remember, now every weekend you will take the initiative to give me a call to talk to me like a sister.
I don't remember how much I enjoy your strictness and expectation and belief in me now
I don't remember that I deliberately forgot so much just because I remembered those ......
I only remember that since childhood you have been particularly strict with me as if every time you gave me a bad face
I only remember that every day you would stipulate the time for me to go home, and as soon as the point was over you would look around for people
I only remember that the time I fell down the river my partner did not dare to send me home for fear of being scolded by you
I only remember that as long as I talk back with you you would pick up the long bamboo strips to beat me
I only remember that as long as I talk back with you you would pick up the long bamboo strips to beat me. The first time I saw my father's anger
I only remember that you saw the boy outside you would say, in the end it is the boys who are good at the key time will also give mom help
I only remember that night of the rain I saw you and dad's fight, and I also rushed into the rain alone there to wipe the tears
I only remember that night we all cried, and dad also cried, and you just stand
I can only remember that you were not as apologetic and filial to your grandmother as you were to her,
I can only remember that you always said that my father and I were one country, and that you were wrong about everything
I can only remember that you never saw me change and never believed that I was no longer the 10-year-old child that you had been shouting at and shouting at
I can only remember that you never saw me change and never believed that I was no longer the 10-year-old child that you had been shouting at
I can't remember how you treated my mother and my father, but I can't remember how you treated my mother and my father.
This is your 23rd Mother's Day, but it is the second time I remember your birthday.
Thank you for tolerating all my willfulness and still willing to wait for me to grow up.
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy birthday in a few days!
The Eighteenth Beat of Hu Jia
(By Wang Anshi)
There is no place to go back to after this drink, and my heart is filled with a hundred sorrows and a thousand worries.
Who knows that the world is turning upside down, the Duke of Wei is in tears, marrying Wen Ji.
The end of the world is a long way off, and the new man is the only one who can take care of it.
The newcomer is a man who has been born with a child, so he has to work hard to make it happen.
The newcomer and the newcomer listened to me, and I wondered where my thoughts were.
Mother and child are separated and it is difficult for them to be separated, and where to find them if they do not know each other in life and death.
Mother's Day Poem 8In May all the fragrance of flowers give thanks together
The sunshine of late spring is also soft and up
Sowing affection, harvesting true love
Today, I bless my mother
Mother's Day, Mother's Knot
The unbearable weight of life
In a dream, in the wakefulness of the moment
From my Yes, my yesterday, today and tomorrow
Everything I have is from my mother
For the sake of the child who never grows up in her eyes
My mother has spent her whole life
The endless love that cascades down from her generous arms
I will spend my whole life trying to decipher it
Why is there always a smile on your forehead, O mother? Why is there always a smile on your forehead?
Stop being so busy and give your mother some time
Of course, this is not what your mother wants
But I have to give
It is not a mother to ask for what she wants and not give back
Much less a mother's son or daughter
That which cannot be repaid
I can only search for you in long, short, blank sentences
Along the way that I came, I search for you.
I love you, mother
Your resolute life has long been injected into my body
When the years have taken away your black hair
And made your eyes cloudy
I, with the seasons of life you gave me
Will grow into a big tree
At your disposal to shelter you from the winds and the rains
Mother's Day Poetry 9Mother,
Have your chickens been fed;
Are the two geese and the pig still fighting for food?
The seeds that you sowed so laboriously should have sprouted.
I wanted to bring Xin'er back to visit you,
but she had to go to school early in the morning;
I had to do a good job at my post,
and I had to cook and wash for her after work.
You taught me to let Xin'er wash the dishes and mop the floor,
and to learn to wash her own stinky socks after finishing her homework;
all these I did as I was told,
and she even ordered a few seeds herself a couple of days ago.
Last night she complained about burying the sprouts in dirt,
and all I could do was explain to her that they'd grow back in a few days;
The sprouts are her hope - she's my hope,
and we're both your hope.
Looking at her awards,
I am ashamed that I didn't study hard enough;
But time can't be turned back - time can't be undone,
I can only create a good learning environment for Xin'er.
I don't want you to worry about me,
Some things can only go with the flow;
What goes around comes around,
Please give my regards to your chickens, geese, dogs and cats.
And most of all to greet you well,
For today is Mother's Day;
I can only report all is well to you,
With all my heart, I hope you will grow old slowly.
I am the treasure in your life that can't be confused,
You are the dependence on the continuation of my life;
Doing myself better is the goodness of my heart,
Filial piety and admiration is the son's reward to you.
Mother,
You must grow old slowly;
Health and happiness are needed every day,
Peace and happiness are the prayers I send you today ------
Mother's Day Poetry 10Though it has been a long time since I've greeted you,
I haven't written you a letter, but don't let your heart
generate As if your son's deep love for you had disappeared from my heart and chest
But it is not so, for like the rock,
Which is rooted deep under the water for ever and ever,
It will never leave its place, even if the water,
Which passes over it now and then by the winds and waves, and now and then by the soft waves, makes it invisible, and it will never be seen by the people, and it will not be seen by the people.
So far is my love for thee from
My breast, though the river of life,
At times lashed with pain, and rolled with violence,
And at other times caressed with the stillness of joy,
Is covered and blocked, so that it cannot
Reveal itself to the sun, or reflect the returning sunshine all around.
The returning sunlight, in thy loving mother's sight
Shows thee how thy son reveres thee.
Mother's farewell to her son
(By Bai Juyi)
Mother's farewell to her son, son's farewell to his mother, and the sun's lack of light makes the cry bitter.
Guanxi Hussar General, last year to break the captives new policy honors.
He was given two million dollars by imperial edict, and was welcomed in Luoyang as a flower.
The new ushered in the old, the old abandoned, the lotus flower in the palm of the eye thorn.
It is not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, but to leave two children in your family.
The first one is the first to sit, and the second one is the first to sit, and the second one is the first to cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry.
The first time I saw you, I saw you, and I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
It is not as bad as the crows and the magpies in the forest, where the mother does not lose her child.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers fall with the wind and the children are in the branches.
The newcomer is a newcomer, and the newcomer is a newcomer, and the newcomer is a newcomer, and the newcomer is a newcomer.
I hope that the general will be more successful than you, and the new man will be better than you.
Mother's Day Poem 12 The Straightest Language - Dedicated to Mother (1) Mother! -My pen tugs at the kinship of blood In the darkness of the night tenderly and longingly calling- Black is silent and profound At twelve o'clock I am immersed in a return of silence When all the fallen leaves that fluttered away from your ears and temples Framed behind them as a withered grayish-brown And a day creeps nearer to history and to this day And in the name of time you will be honored And so on the day that the frozen grass greened on the ridge And the day that I began to think of your autumn baskets I began to plan a calendar You don't yet know the May that your labor has made so y familiar, and there's a Sunday that belongs entirely to you-- Just as when I was a child you always didn't know what day your birthday was when I was gleefully looking at the lovely double fried eggs in front of me and you didn't know what day your birthday was and you didn't know what day you were going to have. I don't know when my birthday is (2) How to write a poem for you Engrave your love on the monument of time My pen has been out of sleep for a whole spring How insignificant it is for you All those years that fluttered by You've hurt the spring, you've hurt the fall You've hurt the seasons of life You've hurt the spring, you've hurt the autumn You've hurt the spring, you've hurt the autumn. And so my pen persisted in dancing and thinking Just as you always tried to understand whether that cry came from fear of sickness or hunger Or even from my irrationality That face, so full of love Always wanted to be close to my little heart again and again And was always met with a naughty hand. My mischievous hands have made bloody scars (3) How many times have I clenched my teeth for you My disaster of a mother Who abandoned your maidenly desires You were illiterate My mother of pain Even with a few numbers I taught you how to read. I taught you to see as if you were holding my fingers and teaching me to count in your own language: 1234 and you always smiled and expressed the greatest forgiveness and contentment because you had been able to dial a distant phone call for you to grow wings like a bird and to be able to call me back. I'm not destined to use mature words to express what others see as profound- The years have carved too much of your face to be able to call you back to your home. The years have carved too many scars on your face I see the busy wrinkles on your face Running in the light, Life has forced you to have deep eyes Shrinking in the darkness Who can say, who can say That this hasn't structured the world's Deepest and greatest print
And you, my beloved mother, you are still a man of the world.
Tonight my pen finally touches the waters of spring
My blood turns green and nourishes the parched lyricism
It gushes out on the white riverbed of paper
Everything in spring is bold and blunt
As these words I write for you - -
I write for you - -
I write for you, and I write for you.
White as the rape blossoms that bloom from your face
White as the rake that falls from your hand
White as the grass that flashes in your eyes
White as the mountain songs that float from your mouth
White as the moon in the mountains - like you
White as the familiar words you hear in your ears every morning
White as the moon in the mountains - like you
White as the moon in the mountains - like you
White as the moon in the mountains - like you
White as the moon in the mountains.
Mother, happy holidays to you!
My dawn rises
Forever and ever to you!
(6)
Perhaps my words tonight are too blunt
Perhaps my words tonight
are just a wish of my own
Perhaps no words in any form can praise you
Mother is a poem
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem -
You are a poem.
Your poetic smile warms me
Your poetic gaze nourishes me
Your poetic wrinkles touch me
Your poetic gray hairs sting me
Then tomorrow your expectant tomorrow
My upliftment will be for your sighs
My happiness will be for your sorrow!
Mother's Day Poem 13Mother's love,
Doesn't pick the looks of a child
Mother's love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter
Mother's love,
Sublime and great
Mother's love,
Unlimited devotion
No matter if you're calm, restless
No matter if you're failing, succeeding
Mother's love
You've got to be careful, you'll never forget it.
Whether you fail or succeed
Mother's love
is everywhere
She,
accompanies you
through life is she,
releases the dragon and phoenix in the world is she,
builds up the rainbow in the sky
Do not know the love of the mother
You will lose the true meaning of life
Forgetting a mother's love
A mother in poverty
How can you have peace of mind when you are thinking about her?
With our hands to dye the color of the melting splendor
With a heart of love to zoom in on the overall prosperity
Caring for our mothers is also a sublimation and purification of you and me
For the mother to try to dry up the tears *** to enjoy the splendor of the grandeur!
Standing at the height of the mother
Standing at the height of the mother
Emotions are thin
The wind that passes through the hall
Can't tell the love through
The mother
A thin and thin word
By the age of the rows of the fall and the ascension
There are symbols of the righteousness of the late-night analysis
You need courage.
Looking up is a traditional vision
The closer you get to the source of light, the closer you get to perfection
A mother stands at the front of her hometown splitting the rain
A mother joins with the water
Letting the water flow like water
And finally, being imitated by the sea
Behind a mother
Being overwhelmed by the waves of wheat
A mother may be standing at the height of the wheat. Standing at the height of the wheat
Reading a mother's walk in the dirt
is akin to a battle
Survival is hard
Wandering, but warm
Typhoid is often close to the late fall
Leaning against a tree with falling leaves
Tree tops are depicted as dark
The mother always has warm colors
And finally the light shines brightly
I can't imagine
A warmth that is concentrated
Will be a torch
If we stand at the height of such light
What do we see
On one side is the darkness of the night
And on the other side is the joyous birth
A mother who is always a warm color. A Mother's Day
A baby's walk
Must have something to do with a tree
Must have something to do with the way you stand
With the way you stand
Mother's Day Poetry 14The stars are shining brightly tonight
Waves of light are rippling
The night music is melodious
A mother's fingers are entwined with youthful holiness
The five-leafed The tree is full of poems as heavy as autumn
Her son stands on trembling hair
Don't get excited about the blowjob that comes out of the corner of my mouth ......
Your life touched my dreams of going away with you
Year after year in the fall I passed under a tree on a horse
Year after year in the fall
I passed under a tree
on a horse
There is love in the light poems
There is love in the love
There is love in the love
There is love in the love
There is love in the love
There is love in the love
There is love in the love
If a mother is a mother's son standing on a trembling thread of hair
Don't get excited about the blowing out of the corners of my mouth.
If my mother is the rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon
My mother is the root from which I grow
I am the fruit of my mother's ideals
I grew up and my mother's black hair looks like the frost on the maple leaf
The frost stars are glittering with silver
I kissed the traces of those years y.
I offer you a piece of my heart
May the sweetness of my fragrance linger in your life
May my laughter like a silver bell fill your brow
May all my blessings be rubbed into your heart
A green leaf is full of its love for its root
A song of praise is concentrated in my respect for you
So that the flower in your heart will bloom like a cloud. Blooming like a cloud
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years
Mother's Day Poem 15"Write about your mother." When I heard these words
I was standing in May. I saw my guilt
Standing in a light voice, with no way to turn around.
When fatigue arrived in my body long before my back, I realized
with what strength of heart my mother
stood in her attachment to me, without the willingness to turn around.