Poetry describing mother's love

In daily study, work or life, we are all familiar with poetry, poetry is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. In fact, many friends are not too clear what kind of poetry is good poetry, the following is my collection of poems describing mother's love, just for reference, let's take a look.

"Mother"

Your pale fingertips are on my temples

I can't help but hold on to your lapel as I did when I was a child

"Mother"

In order to hold on to your fading body

Though the sun is already shining, it's not enough for you to be able to see the sunlight.

Though the morning sun has cut my dreams into wisps of smoke

I still dare not open my eyes

I still treasure that scarf

For fear that washing it will make it

Lose the warmth that is so characteristic of you

Oh, Mother

Isn't the water of the years just as relentless

For fear of the fading of my memories

How could I open the screen of its paintings

So easily? How dare I open its screen

For a thorn I cried to thee

And now with a crown of thorns I dare not

Nor moan a single word

O mother

I have often looked up sadly at thy picture

Though the call may pierce the yellow earth

How dare I disturb thy resting peace

I dare not so much as display the offerings of love

As to make a sacrifice of love

For the sake of the world I have been living. I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet, deep remembrance

Is not a torrent, not a cascade

It is a dry well that sings no song in the midst of the flowers and trees

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Mother's love is like a poem

Mother's love is like a poem.

You couldn't give me heaven,

but you gave me dreams;

You couldn't give me the sun,

but you gave me hope;

You couldn't give me the whole ocean,

but you gave me the clarity and purity of a single drop of water;

You couldn't give me the beauty of the fleeting moments of life,

but you gave me the beauty of a single drop of water;

You couldn't give me the beauty of a fleeting moment of time;

You couldn't give me the beauty of a fleeting moment of time;

But you gave me a heart that will always be kind and happy,

In my childhood, the one that left me with the most memories was my grandma's big house. On summer nights, the bright moonlight gently, softly, from the dense canopy of trees sprinkled down to the quiet summer night courtyard coated with a layer of mysterious luster.

Every time, my mom will lead me to sit in the yard and tell me the story of Sinkiang cleaving the mountain to save his mother, the cowherd and the weaver magpie bridge meeting ...... many, many stories, like the stars in the night sky, how can I not count.

But every story contains the philosophy of being a human being, as gentle as the moonlight, drive away my deepest ignorance; every paragraph of the words are sent to my mother's expectations and love for me, like the angry roses, so that that period of barren days overflowing with the fragrance of the flowers ......

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"Mother's love is deep"

"Mother's love is deep.

As a child,

my mother's cattail fan

drove away the mosquitoes and kept me cool;

when I grew up,

my heavy love went into my bag;

my family became a household member,

my mother's love was like a leaf that converted to the earth ... ...

The hot yellow earth,

is full of the old man's reluctance to give up his feelings,

the bitterness and bitterness of life,

has molded your golden character,

your tenacity and perseverance,

shook the strongest voice of life ... ...

You never say defeat,

always be the light of the children;

the flow of blood is so rushing,

you are destined to go through the...

the danger,

your life.

Your spine is so strong that it makes people look up to you!

Between loss and gain,

you chose to pay ......

A small farmhouse,

but with the world's cold and cold;

Tonight is the moon like a hook,

my old mother,

whether it is still in the

Gazing in anticipation

The footsteps of the children returning home ......

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The Light of Mother's Love

There is a kind of love

Even if you are still in your mother's womb

It is capable of

Deeply taking you to the bottom of your heart

And it's a kind of love that can be used to make you feel like you've never been there before.

It can love you y

There is a love

That doesn't need to be professed

But you always believe it's true

There is a love

That doesn't have a racial color

Its light

Shines in and out of the universe

A mother's love

You are sure of it from the very first time you eat your milk

You're sure of it. p>

From the first time you took milk, you must

never forget it

A mother's love

As plain as a cabbage

Its charm

lies in the fact that it is as deep as the sea

A mother's love

Even though it is gone

You can still

feel it

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"A Mother's Love Becomes a Mountain"

The phone was close to my ear, and it went through

On the other end came my mother's nagging

Like a mischievous moon on a still night

Crashing through the sky's pockets made of clouds

Scattering a field of stars

Hanging up the phone

I I'm just like her

Thoughts choked in my throat

Tears like springs

When I close my eyes, I always see a big, fat figure

Wandering in the door of my long-lost home

Calling me by my maiden name over and over again

Dropping from the base of my ears into my heart

My filial piety is not yet ready to be spoken

But the years have worn away my mother's ears. p> "Mother's Love is Silent"

I love the flavor of the night

The quietness of the night is filled with special smells

The fog that is thick or light

The wind that is light or light

It's a sign of the true meaning of life

In the midst of aimless thoughts

I suddenly flashed my My mother

She was the one who gave birth to me

Helped me through my childhood

Witnessed my adolescence

Gradually, I became a young man

But for this reason

She also lost her hair

And she lost her color

Sometimes

The woman who breaks her heart and weeps for you

Is not the one you love the most. Sometimes

the woman who breaks your heart and weeps for you

is the mother who loves you the most

but who

can read the hardest

and loneliest heart in the world

no matter how humble her background is

no matter how knowledgeable she is

at least she has given birth to us. She gave birth to our lives

For this reason, we should always have a grateful heart

In the past

because of the ignorance

of the foolish heart

how many youthful years have been wasted

and also imagined

the flight of fantasy

but feared

because of a lack of

But I'm afraid of breaking my wings because of the lack of a process

How can I let her be sad again

How can I bear to let her be sad again

When she's here

I'm all she has

When she's not here

It's all about her

There's a loud sound of love

It seems to be called the sea and the sea are gone.

There is a love that is silent

Just as no one deliberately watches their breath

Few cherish its presence

Because a mother's love is silent

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A Mother's Love

There is always a love that is speechless

There is always a fiery care

Around us

There is always a fiery care

Around our hearts

Perhaps that speechless love is gone

Perhaps that fiery care is no longer wonderful

We always have reason to think of that great mother's love

We always adore them with our true love

With her rough hands to hold our future open

She irrigates our hearts with a stitch of clothes

She dances the ribbons of kindness with kind eyes

She carries our growth on her tough shoulders

She makes your growth stronger with her fiery love

The great she is our mother

The great mother She is our reliable bridge

With her, you can ignore the storm

With her, you don't have to be afraid of the setbacks

She is the lamp on your path to light up your journey

She is your guide in times of trouble to bring you out of the crisis

The great mother is our mother

The great mother is the palm of her hand that holds the sky in which we are growing up.

There are times when she loves us but doesn't want us to know it

There are times when her weathered eyes don't want us to see them

The great she is our mother

Our mothers have a love that is willing to give up her life for us

Mother's Bell

Mother's Love

Mother's Love

Mother's Love

Mother's Love

Mother's Love

Little Folk

When you come back disappointed,

Child,

No matter how high you are,

A mother's bosom can still encircle you.

I would like to be your mommy clock,

until the day the clock is old and refines without stopping.

The Mother's Bible

Whenever I open this Bible,

I can't help but hug it to my chest,

like embracing my dear mother,

I can still smell the light fragrance from my mother,

and I can see her beautiful and elegant face,

and I can see the beautiful and elegant face of my mother. I can still smell the fragrance from my mother's body,

and see her beautiful and elegant face.

Learning to be a good mother

The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society

Motherhood

is a privilege that God has given to women,

Sacrificing for a child as a mother is invaluable,

and the payment is unconditional.

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"Mom"

When I met you,

I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.

You were the doughy-faced mom/

Your love was a tub full of bath water/

Warm,

Almost floated me.

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"Mother"

Gao Mingcheng

The earth keeps on spinning

When I was young, I accidentally fell into a gutter

In a pool of blood you picked me up violently from the earth's hand

It was your almighty Hercules!

A thousand raindrops slid down the side of the umbrella

Grain by grain, they poured into your back

I was in the embrace, but I wasn't stained by an inch of rain

The hospital was the end of the marathon

It was your brave ambulance!

Starry mornings are constantly born and die

I also know that it has aging and parting

Regret is always planted deep in the heart after parting

An inch of grass is a long river to tell the story

The spring sunshine is warm and the sea and the sky look endless

It's you incarnation of the Goddess of Mercy!

The Starry Night

Mother!

The storm in the sky came,

The bird hid in his nest;

The storm in my heart came,

I just hid in your arms.

The Past Seven

Mother!

You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus.

Here comes the rain in my heart,

Who but you,

is my shade under the shelterless sky?

Ode to Mother

Though mothers are still poor

The love of children for their mothers is never ambiguous

We only shout "Long live mother"

A deeper love is in the heart of the mother like a volcano.

Though our mother is ordinary and unprofitable

She is a true hero in the hearts of our children

Who can live with the achievements of kings and lords?

The children were able to remember their mother's kindness in their hearts

Though the mother was a man of few words

She was heavier than Tarzan in the hearts of the children

She did not have any earth-shattering greatness

She watered her children's successes with her mother

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An Ordinary Life

How many paths have your little feet traveled

?

And on your thin shoulders

you carry a heavy burden

This road is long and long

It is full of your blood, your sweat, your tears

and endless humiliation

Your brown cheeks

tell the story of your long years of toil

But

you never seem to know the meaning of pain

You never seem to know the meaning of pain

You never seem to know the meaning of pain.

You were always tenacious, always walking

It was always a long road under your feet

No one ever asked you why you were walking

You never thought of telling anyone

You were always silent

You were always walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking, walking. ...

Your small feet

Walked out a long

Road that can't be seen to end

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"Hymn to the First Mother"

The harmony of the wind brushes the sun and toons, but not exhausting the affection of mother's grace

Raising a daughter and caring for a child is a natural way to make the birth of a child tearful.

She shines like the moon,

and shines on my door and window,

holy,

and kind.

For the sake of my children,

I am not afraid of the dark clouds,

I am blessed with warmth,

I am encouraged to go up.

Mother, I love you

I love you

You are great

Mother is like a star,

Shining on my door and window,

Holy and kind,

Giving out the light of love.