Poems about the mother

The mother is the one who sacrifices the most for you, the one who knew the way to translate the feelings of love sincerely, so find many literary and poetic texts that describe the mother, and here in our article, we are pleased to present you verses of poetry about praising the mother and mentioning her virtues and characteristics.

Poems about the mother

• And give your father half, alive and dead
  And he preferred him from her mother's dignity

I'll take you light if I've made you heavy
She breastfed for two years and had a full wet dream

And I gave you effort and I met you with pleasure
She hugged and sniffed just like he sniffed or sniffed.

• Don't insult a thing to be his
  A mother of rum or black slaves

People's mothers are vessels
Warehouses and accounts for fathers

A clear Lord is not a savior
Perhaps she gave birth to a black stallion.

• I see Umm Sakhr's tears drying up
  And Salima got tired of my bed and my place

So which person equaled Umm Hulaylah?
He lived only in misery and humiliation.

• One day tempted an ignorant boy
  With his money until he gets it off the hook

He said, "Bring me your mother's heart, boy."
You have dirhams, jewels and pearls

So he went and plunged a dagger into her chest
And the heart took it out and returned to the effect

But he was too surprised
If the forgiven heart rolls over, it stumbles

The mother's heart called him while he was forgiven
My love, did you suffer any harm?

It was as if this voice, despite its tenderness
Heaven's wrath rained down on the boy

He drew his dagger to stab himself
An appeal will remain an example for those who considered it

The mother's heart called him, "Pass your hand."
You stab my heart twice on impact.

• It is obligatory to honor my mother
  My mother is more worthy of honor

You carried me heavy and after my pregnancy
You nursed me to the time of my weaning

And she nursed me even in the dark of the night
She left her sleep for my sleep

My mother is the one who created me
After my Lord, I became some of the sleepers

Praise be to her after my praise is my God
And thanks for the days.

• And submit to your mother and his land
  Vqoukha one of the oldest.
• Visit your parents and stand at their graves
  As if I have transferred to them

If you were where they are, they would have stayed
They visited you crawling, not on their feet

What was their fault to you so long
They gave you the same kindness from themselves

They were if they heard your moaning
Tears of regret on their cheeks

I hope they find you comfortable
With everything that belongs to their hands

So I forgot their right on the eve of our residence
Under the soil and lived in their homes

We'll catch up with them tomorrow or the day after
Inevitably, they also followed their parents

And to regret your actions just like that
They both regret what they did

With the trap if you did a good deed
And I spent some of their rights

And I read from any book as much
You can and sent that to them

So keep my commandment and do it
May you obtain victory from their wilderness.

• And what is accompanied by prayers
  And the poison is fighting in it

The ugliest of disobedience does not take into account
The dignity of his mother and the satisfaction of his father.

• Living in the past, honor your parents with it
  And the mother is the first to honor and benevolence

According to her, pregnancy and breast-feeding addicted him
Two things are thanks to every human being.

• The mother is a teacher if you prepare her
  I have prepared a people of good race

The mother tamed that pledged him alive
Irrigation leaves whatever leaves

The mother is a professor of automated professors
Their exploits filled the horizons.

• Mom's bread

And my mom's coffee

Mom's touch

You grow up in childhood

day after day

And I love my life because

if you die,

I am ashamed of my mother's tears!

Take me, if you ever come back

scarf for your fringe

And cover my bones with grass

Purify your heels

And tighten up..

with a lock of hair

With a thread waving at the tail of your dress..

May I become a god

God I will be..

If it touched the bottom of your heart!

Put me down, if you come back

fuel for your fire..

And a laundry line on your rooftop

Because I lost my standing

Without your day prayer

Old, individual stars of childhood

Until I participate

little birds

back trail..

Live your waiting!

• In your hands I grew up

And in the warmth of your heart I took refuge

I hid between your ribs

And from your giving I am satisfied

• Dear mother:

The ink of the heart will not suffice..if I write with it to satisfy you..

The palpitation of the soul will not suffice.

• My dear mother :

The sea was created to embrace the wave of sand and rocks.

The sun rises to envelop deserts and seas with its warmth.

Butterflies are always present in the most delicate roses and flowers.

Mother, my sea... my sun... my bouquet of flowers...

I need you always, I love you forever

• My mom..

Hearts don't lead to you..

And don't soften the rocks except for your tenderness..

You are love.. and heaven is under your feet..

I love you Mom..

• I yearn for you if the night goes crazy

Share with me a beautiful morning

I miss you in the morning and evening

And every time I come to you

I am patient with my life, enjoy my ends

The look on your face is longer

Wahfu to meet you every time

And whatever I say to you is a little

For my comfort, how many nights did I stay up?

And my heart hurts when you leave

And the flood of feelings from you overflowing

As Suhail has always overflowed with us

I gathered the merits of you

And I gained perfection over us, if I had major engagements

On it your tenderness I have the way

And my sadness if I prevailed for a moment

He is loved by you

If I miss my dad for a while

You became the breadwinner for my life

Thanks to you, mom, the difficulties go away

My mother called you to my heart torrent

Your tenderness, my mother, healed my wounds

And the balm of my life and my shade

For your age, my mother, you are the proof

I always yearn for my mother's arms

For your age, my mother, you are the proof

I will show you if something is wrong

And I addni with the ankles, a load that was said to my mother, who is more affectionate than my mother

Her satisfaction is a pleasant breeze

O mother, you are the spring of life

And the color of the flowers, and a flowing spring

Please, my mother, humiliate foreheads in submission to your destiny, an authentic custom

Your memory is fragrant and your embrace is warm

May the Most High, the Most High, protect you

And do us a healing balm

And the joy of my life and my long dream

And a melodious melody on every mouth, so whoever leans away from the truth among us

• To you, my tired heartbeat..

To you Shatha Omri

for you ..

• My mother..

O flower in my heart, it has grown, I know how much you labored for me, and how many cries of pain I caused you, I know that I lived in your guts.. growing.. and growing.. and I know that you are still quenching me with your tenderness..

Oh the pearl of sight, oh the pleasure of looking.. my pulse..

Your eyes embraced me, and your right hand contained me.. And how many kisses you gave me from the witness of your lips.. To sleep filling my eyelids.. And to paint the sweet of my dreams.. How tired of my body, How many eyelids shed.. And how many tears I shed to be comfortable and live in security, And on the day I was happy, I did not I forget the sincerity of your smile and your disregard for your pain.. and the day I go, I do not know the way back, mother.. I will not forget the fear of your pulse.. and the day I am in your sight.. hold me to your chest.. and hear the sound of your breath.. and curl on your branches.. I live the euphoria of life. .