Mother's love poems

No matter in study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. There are many kinds of poems, you know? The following are mother's love poems, welcome to read and collect.

Mother's love poems 1 We also love our mother, but it is not the same as her love for us.

Our love is knowing the flow, and our mother's love is the ocean.

Dewdrops on the swaying grass are round and bright.

It was the light from the sun, a day in April.

Half brilliant and half brilliant.

That's where the spring breeze passes, our happiness.

It's the smile on mom's face and our pain.

It's the deep sadness in mom's eyes, and we can go far.

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

Mother's love poem 2 When I look up, you are a grass.

I'm not only staring at the changes in your life,

It's not just the baptism of wind and rain left by years.

Not just my gentle touch on the etching of time.

Leave a memory on your skin that touches my soul.

In my heart

My memory condenses every page of the day into

Photo album, your love and warmth.

Just as the sun shines on my happy territory,

I let sweetness and happiness harvest again and again,

I remember the barn was full of.

It also overflowed silently from the top of the high warehouse.

Mom, you secretly implanted your blood vessels.

In my life, it is like a spring that injects love into a stream.

When my life is prosperous.

Running noisily to the sea,

Your muddy eyes are full of dry breath.

Silently watching me walk away from you again and again.

Mom, I will take away the love you gave me.

Nourish a wider land.

Let the flowers there be fresher and the grass greener,

Let it be covered by your kind smile.

Let your life shine like the sun.

On the occasion of Mother's Day, I would like to dedicate this poem to all mothers in the world!

Mother's love poem 3 is Mother's Day again, a very ordinary day, but it is unusual because of your existence.

The expression of feelings is very cliche, gratitude, thanks, happy holidays ... countless praises fall like snowflakes.

Many articles are full of gorgeous words, but this feeling is still beyond the words.

Thirty-four years, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, the situation has changed color.

But it is enough for people to grow up from birth, from young to old, from young to old.

It's like traveling through time and space, and in a flash, I'm old.

Gray hair, bent back and wrinkled face.

But I know that all this is not illusory, and most of the memories of 34 years are still clear.

I still remember the first time I went to kindergarten, I cried because you left.

Remember, every time I come home from primary school, I can have a delicious meal.

I still remember the sound of you getting up at four o'clock every morning to cook for me when I was in junior high school.

I still remember the milk you gave me gently on the table during the college entrance examination.

Remember to go home every year to see your white hair.

One year, two years, five years, ten years, thirty years.

I graduated from kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, high school and university. ...

Be born, grow up, work and get married. ...

Time is like water, time flies like an arrow, making people unable to tell the truth from the false.

In front of you, your hair is gray and your eyes are wrinkled.

Time can take everything away, but it will still leave evidence.

You in the photo, young and beautiful, youthful and touching, smiling.

Holding a baby in her arms, with infinite hope and passion in her eyes.

You watched me walk through the innocence of children, the innocence of teenagers and the understanding of teenagers.

What remains unchanged in my eyes is kindness and gentleness.

You said you would worship Buddha and burn incense for us on the fifteenth day of the first month, and bless our safety and health.

You said you should take good care of yourself at home, let us work in peace outside, and don't worry about us.

You said you understood our hard work, so you told us to take a rest every day.

You said that as long as we call home more, you will be satisfied.

As the song goes, we don't ask our children to make much contribution, we just want to be safe.

My wife sent me a photo of you and your daughter. You're in the picture.

Holding my granddaughter, I smiled happily, but I could still see it.

You have a little more white hair on your head.

I wiped my tears, but I couldn't stop.

Mother's love poem 4 "Between Branches",

Look!

Pink wings flapped,

The little head poked its head playfully,

"Poof" and "Ding Dong"

Suddenly escaped into her arms.

In the shade,

White shirt, red face,

The sound of happy pursuit,

Grandma shouted loudly.

"Hush hush hush ..."

The whistle of wheat spread all over the alley.

In the moonlight,

Night breeze, homing birds,

Grandma's whisper,

The children are asleep,

"cicada, cicada ..."

Pass on our story.

In a stormy dream,

Expenses,

Always take your umbrella with you.

So it's just you,

Is my warmest hug.

You've been holding me,

Grow up with me.

Love, great maternal love!

Mother's love poem 5 has a kind of love.

Put up with the banging in your stomach and can't sleep.

Welcome you nervously and wearily.

Willing to bear the pain of heartbreak again.

When she never met you.

There is a kind of love.

Changed your usual diet

Limit your freedom of hobbies.

Took away your graceful posture.

Make the baby talk.

There is a kind of love.

Give everything unconditionally

365 days overtime

There is no statutory holiday.

And no sick leave.

And there is no salary.

There is a kind of love.

She became a nanny.

She became a cook.

She has become a teacher.

She has become a doctor.

She is wearing several hats.

Learn everything.

all-pervasive

omnipotent

There is a kind of love.

Until the day of understanding.

You can't count it and you can't remember it.

How many places have you been?

How many methods have you used?

How many keys have you changed?

How many times have you shouted?

-"Niang"

Every phone call

mean

She wants to know

Your dissatisfaction

Your confusion

Your pain

Your happiness

Your growth

It's not easy to have a baby.

It's not easy to bring a baby.

Teaching a baby is not easy.

A lifelong commitment to love

How many mothers are there

Be sick all over

Mother's love poem 6 There was a man who left traces of love in the vicissitudes of life;

A person left intimate memories in a clean kitchen;

There is a person who holds up a sky of love for us with his thin body;

There is a person who builds a happy home for us with hard-working hands;

Who is she?

You, my mother,

My ordinary and great mother!

When I was a child,

All you have to do is hold me in your hand,

Like everything to you,

Let me enjoy my childhood happiness.

Mom!

Your little feet,

I don't know how many stormy roads I have walked,

On your weak shoulders,

Still carrying the burden of family and fields.

This road is very long,

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

And endless humiliation.

Mom!

Your brown cheeks,

It's full of your long-term hard work.

In my eyes, your love is endless!

No matter what I am now,

What about the future,

I will remember your great kindness.

Mom!

Even if your forehead is covered with the marks of years,

The wind and rain of the years have changed your face.

You stumble close,

The last sunset on the horizon,

I will also see the most beautiful scenery for you.

Embedded in unforgettable memories.

Mom!

I'll never get old. Mom, I love you. ...

Mother's love poem 7 when I was a baby

Hold on to your smell.

Lying in your arms

Pull your hair at random.

joke

Or cry.

You always use various methods.

Make me happy.

I don't know

It will only continue to cause trouble.

In primary school

I like being held by your hand.

run about wildly

Thought you had infinite physical strength.

Always walk with me

Sometimes late-night candlelight

You sit next to each other, with one stitch and one eye.

I can't see it.

The bloodshot in your eyes

in high school

I'm starting to dislike your nagging.

The number of telephones is decreasing.

How many times?

You look out the door.

I choose to turn a blind eye.

Communication with you is getting less and less.

I complain

You don't know me.

I don't understand you.

College time

Set foot on the road to a distant place

It's rare to go home.

You always put my favorite food

Put moldy things.

Than throw it away.

When I saw you off.

A voice that is almost suffocating.

Look at the white hair on your sideburns

I have grown up.

And you're old.

After graduation

Getting farther and farther away from home

You are always nagging.

Take care of yourself.

You are ill.

You didn't tell me.

You always say

Children will grow up eventually.

Have your own life.

The other end of the phone is connected.

Is to care about the child's heart.

Mom, I love you.

Although I didn't say it.

Sometimes even unreasonable.

That's because ... ...

Only your love will be infinitely tolerant.

Thank you! mother

Mother's love poem 8 maternal love

Motherly love,

Right after we opened our eyes,

When you see this brand-new world,

Then quietly came to us.

She,

With her smile,

Encourage us.

With her sweat,

Water us.

In her language,

Teach us.

Motherly love,

As delicate as a breeze,

As deep as the sea,

Moisten like a light rain,

As clear as the sun

Motherly love,

Walk gently to your side,

Come to me gently.

Mother is old,

Mom is old!

Mother's Day is coming,

At the corner

How are you going to spend your holiday with your mother?

Give her a cup of sweet tea?

Hit her back?

Tell her a joke?

Or give her a little gift?

These,

Was not deeply moved.

The deepest touch,

You care about me,

I care about you.

Mother's love poem 9 Spring drives away the cold.

I played truant.

On every dusk night.

Can see you.

Looking at the empty alley not far from the grass.

Accompanied by the rain in Mao Mao

Looking for the figure I skipped

Summer has replaced spring.

I am having a swell time.

On every hot day

Can see you.

In the long tree-lined season and summer

Facing the scorching sun

Waiting for my playful smile

Autumn has replaced summer.

I'm full of fragrant rice.

On every bleak autumn night

Can see you.

Wild geese go south, and wild geese go south in the sky.

Look at the blue sky.

Look at my thin figure

Winter acts as autumn.

I am enjoying the snowflakes.

Every snowy morning

Can see you.

Cut and carve the land with smallpox.

Accept the cool snow

Look forward to my efforts.

No matter how you feel in Qianshan.

Rain, snow and wind frost

No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter

Can touch the hearts of their children

The journey is long

How to get through it

Walk forward with difficulty

How to overcome it

Oh, those are the wings of love.

Take it with you.

Carrying beautiful fairy tales

At the moment when the sun shines.

At the moment I touched my heart.

Has become eternal.

Mom.

You wrote it with your life.

Make clothes for her wayward boy's body.

Finishing with your white hair

There is only the voice of mother's good mood in the world.

Mom.

You are a warm harbor.

After what I've been through.

You are my harbor after all.

Mom's love poem 10 Now

My son is still like a speck of dust

Wandering around the world

Busy for work and life

Turn around and throw yourself into the room

frequently

My mother's image will appear in my mind.

Childhood memory

Warm and happy

Your milk and arms

It is the warmest harbor in my childhood.

Slowly

I learned to walk.

Gradually

I shouted "Mom"

Young I

Ignorant and reckless

And some rebellion

You took advantage of your mother's tenderness and delicacy.

Solve the confusion on my growth path.

Let me experience controllable labor pains

Get out of the haze of flower season and rainy season

Into the arms of youth.

Like a young eagle

Always against the sky.

Young I

Take a shy step

Out of the house of attachment

Please help me pack my backpack for a long trip.

tell me

The outside world is wonderful.

Believe that I will strive for a better future.

The moment I turned and left.

Feel clearly

Tears you don't give up.

In the outside world

There will always be a lot of helplessness

I trust you.

A letter from the beginning

Later, one phone call after another.

You are like a bright light.

On the other side of the world.

Give me confidence and hope for progress.

mother

Mother's Day is here.

I can't visit you in my hometown.

I hope you live a happy life.

Now my son has grown a lot.

But it always makes you feel uneasy

I know

That's because ... ...

Children walk Wan Li Road, carefree.

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

The baby is in the mother's heart

Always a child who doesn't grow up.

My mother's love poem 1 1 conceived in October, and my mother gave birth to me.

My mother raised me.

Chatting is my mother's education.

It was my mother who taught me how to be a man.

It was my mother who taught me how to win the respect of others.

I think the most beautiful voice in the world,

This is my mother's call to me.

Mother's love is to teach me to write patiently.

Motherly love is a sleepless night for me.

Mother's love is a reminder when I travel far.

Mother's love is my anxious eyes looking forward to success.

Motherly love is a beautiful lullaby that makes me fall asleep.

Maternal love is the greatest love in the world.

Mom, you are very gentle,

Gentle as autumn water,

Nourish the child's mind.

Mom, you are beautiful,

Looks like a fragrant orchid,

The soul is crystal clear

Mom, you are strong,

As strong as a rock,

Lightning does not break, and rain does not break.

Mom, you are very kind,

As kind as a pure angel,

You taught me to be kind to others.

Mother is like water, mother is the source,

Wherever you run,

What flows on me is still endless source water.

Leave mother's belly, leave mother's arms, leave mother's body,

What will never leave is the heart that is soul mate with the mother.

I will always love you-great mother!

Mother's love poem 12 In May, Sophora japonica is like snow.

Branches full of heavy hearts

In the yellowing memory

Plumes of smoke rose from my hometown.

A low thatched cottage

Shui Ying swaying in the moonlight.

Mom! Young you, are experiencing.

In the pain and joy of heartbreak.

Looking at a weak person tenderly.

Little life

/

Hold your hand, son

Every time you fall, it will be on you.

Looking at the encouraging eyes, I climbed up.

Every time I get sick, I lie in your arms.

Will make you cry all night.

Countless days weigh heavily on your bent back.

Carrying a baby, crossing mountains and mountains to seek medical advice.

With a year of rain, snow, wind and frost

In the dim light

Patching, sad and broken days.

Let the children go, 10 thousand. Don't trust other people's advice.

Sew it carefully into her daughter's bag.

Under the scorching sun, your thin figure

Standing in the wheat field in my hometown

Hands parched by years

Hold fast to the dream of sweating like rain

/

On the locust tree at the door, the bird flew away from the nest.

Footprints back and forth under the tree.

Layers of walls can't stop it.

You stare at the horizon.

In the kitchen fire, your temples stained with autumn frost are reflected.

Year after year, tears streaming down my face, loneliness and melancholy.

You were taken to heaven by ruthless time.

Under the tree in front of the old house, I can't see you anymore

I only look for you in my dreams.

/

Mom! Baby, whenever I write about you,

It is always raining lightly in the sky.

Every time I write about you,

Always don't know how to start and end.

The words look so pale.

Paleness flustered the child with pain.

/

Mom!

Tonight, I see the moonlight in my hometown.

Miss you on the moon

Are you sitting on the moon?

Can you hear this May?

I wrote a song for your mother with tears in my eyes.

Play and sing for you with a teardrop harp.

Mother's love poems 13 preface:

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hides in its nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I only hide in your arms.

Poetry:

You are very gentle,

Like autumn water, it moistens my heart.

You are very kind,

As a pure angel, teach me to be an upright child.

You're strong,

Thunder doesn't strike, and the pressure doesn't collapse!

You are very kind,

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays."

You are ordinary,

Like dust, everywhere!

Mom!

Tears of gratitude,

It's already on my cheek.

How can I repay you? !

Mother's Love Poems 14 Several Clear Rains

Moist eyes

The grassland stretches for thousands of miles.

Her lonely grave is thousands of miles away.

A locust tree is golden and swaying.

Crisp laughter

mother

Can I go to cut class tomorrow?

The dragonfly by the pond is waiting for me.

Tadpoles in the water will soon become frogs.

There are impatiens in the garden.

One has blossomed in the morning.

And my nails.

It was quietly trimmed last night.

mother

Can I not know how steel is tempered?

Such a narrow ditch

What a pity not to jump over.

Of course you should cry below the knee.

Paul won't cry.

Because he is a boy.

mother

You promised to buy me canned oranges.

But when your backpack is folded,

Only a new pair of shoes.

In the hands of a barefoot child in the snow next door.

mother

The most naughty doll in the school.

How do you go to class?

A child who dropped out of school by pulling his ear.

Why did you come back to class?

You said to take two more handfuls of rice when cooking.

Children in the mountains never have lunch.

Today is the big exam.

mother

You went to receive the prize again. Why don't you laugh?

Is this the right way?

Go to your hometown.

Is it in that bustling city?

Do you have a dream when you were young?

erhu

Whose mind is it?

Fenghuang guqin

Who's playing:

Changting Waigudaobian

The grass is blue and the sky is blue.

It's getting dark

Time will get old.

You are still young.

mother

I dare not put beautiful azaleas in my braids.

Even when it rains.

Running barefoot on the playground

I dare not travel in the dark.

There is no moon in the sky in the city.

mother

I just

Put those dewy flowers

Plant it in your heart season by season.

When I miss you.

Open all kinds of

Sour and painful

The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.

Mother's love poems 15 These are a pair of old hands.

Wrinkles, calluses,

Every wrinkle, every calluses

It's like the brand of time,

Record those hard years.

These are old hands,

Keywords blue veins exposed, vascular knot,

Every blood vessel, every blood vessel,

It's like a witness to life,

This shows your strong character.

today，

I still remember,

These hands took me across the road,

These hands knitted my sweater,

These hands prepare three meals for me.

at present

I just want to hold your hand,

Look you straight in the eye,

Whisper to you,

Mom, I love you,

Happy Mother's Day!