Short and beautiful autumn poems for children (kindergarten, elementary school students)

Empty birdhouse...

Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.

All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.
I. Tokmakova

Soon white blizzards...

Soon white blizzards
Snow will rise from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes have flown.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings
Fly away, fly away!

Leaf sways patterned
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.

Showered, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks have also flown away.
E. Blaginina

We didn't see the beetle.

We didn't see the beetle.
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive
He's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...

And I call my mother for help:
- There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!
Agniya Barto

Autumn has come.

Autumn has come
It started to rain.
How sad is
Gardens look.

The birds were reaching out
To warm climes.
A farewell is heard
The scream of a crane.

The sun does not pamper
Us with their warmth.
Northern, frosty
Blows cold.

It's very sad
Sad at heart
Because it's summer
Do not return already.
E. Arsenina

Someone with yellow paint...

Someone with yellow paint
Painted the forests
For some reason they became
Below the sky
Blazed brighter
Tassels of rowan.
All flowers withered
Only fresh wormwood.
I asked my dad:
- What happened all of a sudden?
And dad answered:
- It's autumn, friend.
Vladimir Orlov

On the road, on the path.

On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.

The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.

In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
L. Nelyubov

Autumn.

If there is no mood,
If the street gets wet
Rain smears tears
On asphalt and on glass,
If the children go for a walk
Don't stick your nose out
It means - lost
Multi-colored umbrella Autumn.
Agniya Barto

Before winter.

Maples are flying faster and faster,
Darker and darker is the low vault of heaven,
Everything is clearer, how the crowns are empty,
All you can hear is how the forest grows numb ...
And increasingly hiding in the darkness
The sun cooled to the earth.
Igor Maznin

Poems about autumn Russian poets and classics / October 2015

Sad time! Oh enchantment!…

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
A. Pushkin

Autumn (excerpt).

October has already come - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has died - the road freezes through.
The murmuring stream still runs behind the mill,

But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
In the departing fields with his hunt,
And they suffer winter from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes the sleeping oak forests.
A. Pushkin

There is in the autumn of the original ...

Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
F. Tyutchev

Autumn.

Autumn has come
dried flowers,
And look sad
Bare bushes.

Wither and turn yellow
Grass in the meadows
Only turns green
Winter in the fields.

A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field
The rain is drizzling..

Noisy water
fast stream,
The birds have flown away
AT warmer climes.
Alexey Pleshcheev

Boring picture...

Boring picture!
Clouds without end
The rain is pouring down
Puddles on the porch…
stunted rowan
Wet under the window
Looks village
Gray spot.
What are you visiting early
Autumn, come to us?
Still asks the heart
Light and warmth!
Alexey Pleshcheev

Before the rain

A mournful wind drives
I flock to the edge of heaven.
Broken spruce groans,
The dark forest whispers dully.
On the stream, pockmarked and motley,
A leaf flies after a leaf,
And a stream, dry and sharp;
The cold is coming.
Twilight falls on everything,
Flying from all sides,
Whirling in the air with a cry
A flock of jackdaws and crows...
N. Nekrasov

In autumn.

When the through web
Spreads the threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant Annunciation is more audible,

We are not sad, afraid again
Breath of near winter,
And the voice of the summer lived
We understand more clearly.
F. Tyutchev

Late autumn sometimes...

Late autumn
I love the Tsarskoye Selo garden
When he is quiet half-dark,
As if in a nap, embraced

And white-winged visions
On the dim lake glass
In some bliss of numbness
They stagnate in this semi-darkness ...

And on the porphyry steps
Catherine's palaces
Dark shadows fall
October early evenings -

And the garden darkens like an oak tree,
And under the stars from the darkness of the night,
Like a reflection of a glorious past
The golden dome comes out ...
F. Tyutchev

Autumn

Like a sad look, I love autumn.
On a foggy, quiet day I walk
I often go to the forest and sit there -
I look at the white sky
Yes, to the tops of dark pines.
I love, biting a sour leaf,
With a lazy smile,
Dream to do whimsical
Yes, listen to woodpeckers thin whistle.
The grass withered all ... cold,
A calm brilliance is poured over her ...
And sadness is quiet and free
I surrender with all my heart...
What can't I remember? What kind
My dreams won't visit me?
And the pines bend as if alive,
And so thoughtfully noisy ...
And like a flock of huge birds,
Suddenly the wind will blow
And in the boughs tangled and dark
He hums impatiently.
Sergey Yesenin

Autumn landscapes.

1. In the rain

My umbrella is torn like a bird
And breaks out, cracking.
Makes noise over the world and smokes
Damp rain hut.
And I stand in weave
Cool elongated bodies
Like rain for a moment
He wanted to merge with me.

2. Autumn morning

The speeches of lovers are cut off,
The last starling flies away.
Falling off the maples all day long
Purple heart silhouettes.
What have you, autumn, done to us!
The earth freezes in red gold.
The flame of sorrow whistles underfoot
Stirring heaps of leaves.

3. Last Cannes

All that shone and sang,
The forests hid in the autumn,
And slowly breathe on the body
The last warmth of heaven.
Fog creeps through the trees,
The fountains have stopped in the garden.

Some fixed cannes
They are blazing in front of everyone.
So, stretching out its wings, an eagle
Standing on a cliff ledge
And in her beak moves
Fire coming out of the darkness.
N. Zabolotsky

September.

The rain pours big peas,
The wind is breaking, and the distance is unclean.
Ruffled poplar close up
Silvery underside of the sheet.
But look: through the opening of the cloud,
As through an arch of stone slabs,
In this realm of fog and darkness
The first beam, breaking through, flies.
So the distance is not forever curtained
Clouds, and, therefore, not in vain,
Like a girl, flaring up, hazel
Came out at the end of September.
Now, painter, snatch
Brush after brush, and on the canvas
Golden like fire and garnet
Draw this girl for me.
Draw, like a tree, unsteady
A young princess in a crown
With a restless smile
On a tearful young face.
N. Zabolotsky

Indian summer.

Indian summer has come -
Days of farewell warmth.
Warmed by the late sun
The fly came to life in the crack.

Sun! What in the world is more beautiful
After a chilly day?
Gossamer light yarn
Wrapped around a knot.

Tomorrow it will rain fast,
A cloud covering the sun.
Silver gossamer
There are two or three days left.

Have pity, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Have pity on us, Indian summer:
These cobwebs are us.
D. Kedrin

Forest in autumn.

Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable -
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.
A. Tvardovsky

Beautiful children's poems about autumn for children(schoolchildren of elementary grades and toddlers preschool age(kindergarten)) in which Russian writers and poets of the classics in all its glory describe the delights of the autumn season. Toddlers will train their memory, and parents will get good mood from reading the lines of familiar verses.

Poems about the autumn of Russian poets / October 2015

Hello!

Autumn! Sad time, but at the same time golden time! Nature is fading, but how much Mother Nature has managed to transform forests, trees, shrubs, that it is impossible to take your eyes off.

I love walking in the park in autumn, admiring the amazing beauty, listening to the leaves rustle under my feet. Collect leaves of different shapes and colors and then at home in the evenings lay out amazing pictures from them.

The autumn golden time also inspires poets, how many wonderful poems they have written.

You read their poems and you clearly see what the poet wanted to tell us about, what mood he had, what picture he wanted to convey to us.

Dear parents, teach your children poems about autumn, this will help your baby better remember the signs of autumn, see the beauty of the surrounding nature. Your baby will learn to love her and protect her.

I. Tokmakova

Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.

All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

L. Nelyubov

On the road, on the path
Lost the leaves of the forest.
Spider on the cobweb
Got me by the collar.

The nights have become darker
And the woodpecker's knock is not heard.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no sound of thunder.

In the morning already in a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.

S. Ostrovsky

There are few leaves on the trees.
On earth, it's a mess.

Patchwork blanket
In parting, autumn sews.

sad autumn

N. Samoniy

Leaves flew away
Follow the birds.
I am red autumn
I miss you day after day.

The sky is sad
The sun is sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!

autumn girl

A. Herbal

autumn girl
With a red umbrella
Wandering among the pines
Crying about

What didn't happen
What didn't come true
Forgotten by the heart
It has grown with the summer...

Sparrow

V. Stepanov

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing - shy.

Autumn

A. Maykov

Cowberry ripens
The days got colder
And from the bird's cry
My heart became sadder.

Flocks of birds fly away
Away, beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In multi-colored attire.

The sun laughs less
There is no incense in flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon
And cry awake.

autumn song
A. Pleshcheev

The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.

The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

Why don't Christmas trees shed their needles?

V.Orlov

Why Christmas trees can't sleep
With the onset of autumn?
Why are they needles
Did you drop it for the winter?
They do not sleep in winter -
Will spring get lost?
Snow swirling over the ground
Paths are covered.
Here they glow in winter
The lights are green.

mischievous people

L. Razvodova
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.

Autumn

M. Geller
Gives autumn miracles
And what!
The forests are dressed up
In golden hats.
On a stump they sit in a crowd
red mushrooms,
And the spider is a dodger! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
Sleepy more often at night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Gathered and flew

E. Golovin
Gathered and flew
Ducks on a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
The bear is making a lair.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny got warm.
Wears a squirrel for a whole month
For reserve mushrooms in the hollow.
The wolves roam the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
The fox is escaping.
Hides the nutcracker for the winter
In the old moss nuts cleverly.
Capercaillie pinch needles.
They came to us for the winter
Northerners-bullfinches.

Raindrops are flying

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
Raw fog creeps in.

By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!

Autumn in the forest

Autumn forest every year
Pays gold to enter.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"Stenu..." -
And shivering from the cold.
And the birch is happy
Yellow outfit:
“Well, the dress!
What a delight!”
Leaves quickly scattered
The frost came suddenly.
And the birch whispers:
"I'll chill! .."
Lost weight at the oak
Gilded coat.
The oak caught on, but it's too late
And he roars:
“I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
Deceived gold -
Didn't save me from the cold.

herringbone

O. Vysotskaya

Not a leaf, not a blade of grass!
Our garden has become quiet.
And birches and aspens
Boring stand.

Only one Christmas tree
Cheerful and green.
It can be seen that she is not afraid of frost,
She looks brave!

Golden Rain
M. Lesovaya

The leaves were flooded with sunshine.
The leaves are soaked in the sun.
Poured, weighed down,
Run and fly

Rustled through the bushes
They jumped over the branches.
The wind turns gold
Sounds like golden rain!

Autumn
V. Avdienko

Autumn walks along the path
Wet her feet in puddles.
It's raining
And there is no light.
Lost somewhere summer.

Autumn is coming
Autumn wanders.
Wind with maple leaves
Reset.

New carpet underfoot
Yellow-pink -
Maple.

Autumn
Z. Fedorovskaya

Autumn at the edge of the paint bred,
On the foliage quietly brushed:
The hazel turned yellow and the maples blushed,
In autumn purple, only green oak.
Autumn comforts:
- Don't feel sorry for the summer!
Look - the grove is dressed in gold!

Bug

Agniya Barto

We didn't see the beetle
And the winter frames were closed,
And he's alive, he's still alive
Buzzing in the window
Spreading my wings...

And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live beetle!
Let's open the frame!

Sparrow

V.Stepanov

Autumn looked into the garden -
The birds have flown away.
Outside the window rustling in the morning
Yellow blizzards.
Under the feet of the first ice
Crumbles, breaks.
The sparrow in the garden will sigh
And sing -
He is shy.

Empty birdhouse
I. Tokmakova

Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.

All day today
Everyone is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

Summer is ending
I. Tokmakova

Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.
And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.

Why do trees shed their leaves in autumn?

V.Orlov

Why are trees in winter?
Stripping around?
- Trees also need
Undress before bed!

Why don't Christmas trees shed their needles?

Why Christmas trees can't sleep
With the onset of autumn?
Why are they needles
dropped for the winter?
They do not sleep in winter -
Suddenly spring will get lost!

Snow swirls over the earth
Paths are covered.
Here they glow in winter
The lights are green.

Fly away, fly away...

Elena Blaginina

Soon white blizzards
Snow will rise from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes have flown.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings -
Fly away, fly away!

Leaf sways patterned
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.

Showered, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks have also flown away.

September

Irina Tokmakova

Summer is ending
Summer is ending
And the sun don't shine
And hiding somewhere.

And the rain is a first grader,
A little shy
In oblique line
Lining the window.

autumn

Agniya Barto

Turned yellow in the garden
The maples fell
And only a bench
Stayed green.

She is worth
In a quiet alley
And rain
Knocks on the bench.

Wet bench
Under the bare rowan ...
She was in the summer
by car,
She's on a plane
Was beautiful
Attached to her
Two plywood wings.

The sun will shine again
Tomorrow morning
Guys start again
Noisy game.

Float on the Kama
Float down the Volga
decorated with flags
Green boat.

Autumn leaves

Irina Tokmakova

Empty birdhouse,
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.

All day today
Everyone is flying, flying ...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

Autumn assignments

Vladimir Orlov

In the morning in the woods
Above the silver thread
Busy little guys -
Telephone operators.

And now from the Christmas tree
To the aspen
Like a wire
Gossamer sparkles.

Calls are ringing:
- Attention! Attention!
Listen
Autumn Quests!

Hello, bear!
You hear?
- Yes Yes!
- Not far off
Cold!
Until the winter came
To the threshold
Do you need urgently
Find a berlog!

The bells are ringing
In squirrels and hedgehogs -
From the top
And to the lower floors:
- Check soon
Your pantries -
Are there enough supplies;
For the winter?

The bells are ringing
At the old swamp:
- Herons are ready
For a flight?
- Everything is ready for departure!
- At a good hour!
In April again
We expect you!

Hello, bunnies! -
Heard from the tube.-
Winter is coming
Hurry up and change your coats!

The bells are ringing
At linden and y maple:
Hello, tell me
Who is on the phone?
- Hello, on the phone
Ants.
- Close;
Mypavyniki their!

- Tell me, is this a river?
- River, river!
— Why for crayfish
No place?
And the river answers:
- This is bullshit!
I will show you
Where crabs hibernate!

- Hello, guys!
Dobry day, guys!
It's already cold outside!
Time for the birds
Hang out feeders -
On windows, on balconies,
On the edge!

After all, the birds
Our good friends,
And about friends to us
You can't forget!

Where do you go, autumn?

Yakov Akim

rainy autumn
I sleep and see:
On the crisp snow
From the hill, on skis!

And in the fierce winter
In the evening, in the frost,
I remember the spring yard,
Birch leaves.

At the April puddle
I can't wait -
Roll on summer,
I'll splash into the river!

"Where do you go, autumn?" -
In August I will ask
Because to school
I hurry to my friends.

POEMS FOR THE AUTUMN MATTE
"Autumn"
E. Intulov

Crow screams in the sky: -Kar-r!
There's a fire in the forest, there's a fire in the forest!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it.

Autumn leaves.
The birdhouse was empty, the birds flew away,
The leaves on the trees also do not sit
The whole day today everything is flying, flying ...
Apparently, they also want to fly to Africa.
I. Tokmakova.

Autumn treasure.
Yellow coins fall from a branch ...
There's a treasure under your feet!
This autumn is golden
Gives leaves without counting
Gives golden leaves
To you and to us
And everyone in a row.
I. Pivovarova

***
leaf fall
Leaves flutter in the air
All Moscow is in yellow leaves.
We are sitting at the window
And we look outside.
Leaves whisper: - Let's fly away! - and dive into the puddle.
Y. Korinets

Why do trees shed their leaves in autumn?

Why trees for winter
Are they undressing around?
- And the trees also need
Undress before going to bed!

Vladimir Orlov

sad autumn

Leaves flew away
Follow the birds.
I am red autumn
I miss you day by day.
The sky is sad
The sun is sad...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!

N. Samoniy

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
They rustle under your feet
Soon the garden will be bare.

Slow autumn rain drizzles,
Outside the window, on a branch, a starling tree is sad.
And there is a birch, bowing its head,

That's what a sad autumn motif.

Rain

R. Sef rain,
The rain is drizzling
Autumn.
Sowing rain through a sieve
The smoke is grey.
Rain - artist:
He's drawing
puddles,
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
Here comes the gray snow
Lie thick.
How good is
And sad.

leaf fall, leaf fall,
The yellow leaves are flying.
Yellow maple, yellow beech,
Yellow circle in the sky.
Yellow yard, yellow house.
The whole earth is yellow all around.
yellowness, yellowness,
So autumn is not spring.
V. Nirovich

Leaf walker

V. Shulzhik
Red rain falls from the sky,
The wind carries red leaves ...
leaf fall,
change of seasons,
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river freeze,
And there is nowhere to go from frost.
The river was covered with a fox coat,
But trembling
And can't get warm.

mischievous people

L. Razvodova
circled over me
Rain of mischievous leaves.
How good is he!
Where else can you find one like this?
Without end and without beginning?
I began to dance under him,
We danced like friends
Rain of leaves and me.

autumn

I. Melnichuk
A flock of birds fly away
Clouds are rushing, sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
Aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.

Autumn

M. Geller
Gives autumn miracles
And what!
The forests are dressed up
In golden hats.
On a stump they sit in a crowd
red mushrooms,
And the spider is a dodger! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and withered grass
Sleepy more often at night
Incomprehensible words
They mumble until the morning.

Autumn

M. Khodyakova
If the leaves on the trees turn yellow,
If the birds have flown to a distant land,
If the sky is gloomy, if the rain is pouring,
This season is called autumn.

Autumn

V. Schwartz
The tedious rain is pouring down on the ground,
And the space drooped.
Autumn screwed up the sun
Like a light bulb fitter.

Autumn

T. Belozerov
Autumn,
autumn...
Sun
Damp in the clouds -
Shines even at noon
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In the field, on the path
The hare blew -
First Snowflake.

Autumn

I. Vinokurov
Autumn is walking in our park,
Gives autumn gifts to everyone:
Red beads - Rowan,
Pink apron - Aspen,
Umbrella yellow - Poplars,
Fruit autumn Gives us.

A fox passed under a bush
And burned the leaves
tail.
Fire climbed the branches
And blazed
Autumn forest.
N. Krasilnikov

GOLDEN AUTUMN E. Erato

Leaves turn yellow

The birds are fussing in the garden

The sun hid behind clouds

His ray does not play,

Saddened over the river

Willow with a yellow scythe.

Only the wind just walks

Gathers leaves in flocks.

AUTUMN SONG Alexey Pleshcheev

The summer has passed

Autumn has come.

In fields and groves

Empty and dull.

The birds have flown

The days got shorter

The sun is not visible

Dark, dark nights.

October.
Berestov V.D.
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
It looks like new now!
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you, leaf? Wait!

Autumn.
Minukhina K. (a poem by a schoolgirl of 8 years old)
Autumn - red-haired girl
Sews thinly thin outfits:
Red, burgundy, yellow sheets -
These are patches.

Autumn.
Novitskaya G.M.
I walk, I'm sad alone:
Autumn is around.
Yellow leaf in the river
summer is gone.
I throw him a circle
your last wreath.
Only summer can not be saved
if the day is autumn.

OSINKA. I. Tokmakova
chilly aspen
shaking in the wind
chills in the sun
freezing in the heat
give aspen
coat and boots
to keep warm
poor donkey.

Autumn leaves swirl quietly

Leaves lie quietly under our feet.
And rustle underfoot,
As if they want to spin again.
How the rain is not lazy
Drizzle for the fourth day?
_Rain, dear, we beg
Relax, we'll take a walk!

Raindrop, raindrop.
Stronger, quieter.
Don't knock, don't knock
Don't hit the roof!
What a naughty one!
Wait, don't lay down!
Come to the kids
And get warm!

And we will take and paint the rain.
-Listen, rain, do you agree?

You will be blue and yellow!
Oh, rain, you better go!
You will be an example to all rains
And you won't turn gray for anything.

In the morning we go to the yard.

Leaves fall like rain
Rustle underfoot
And fly, fly, fly.

Golden autumn rustled with leaves,
She twirled the leaves while playing merrily.
Here is a birch leaf, here is a rowan leaf,
Here is a poplar leaf, here is an aspen leaf.
And the maple leaf immediately lay down on our feet.
Only the Christmas trees are standing, they don’t want to drop the needles.

Summer has passed, autumn has come,
In the fields and in the groves it is boring and dull.

I take care of my mother's work,
I help in any way I can.
Today mom for lunch
Cooked cutlets
And she said: "Listen,
Vyrychi, eat!”
I ate a little
Isn't it help?

N. Grozovsky

Our dear mother
Mother's day! Mother's day!
Put on the best dress!
Get up early in the morning
Clean up in the house
Anything good
Give mom.
O. Vysotskaya

How many stars are in the sky!
Do not count everyone.

These stars to mom
I will give again.

And one morning
Looking at me
Mom will smile
"My little star!"

Happy March 8!
Happy spring holiday!
Let it pour everywhere
Sound fun!
Let the sun shine!
Let the frost go!
Let the winter drive away
Mimosa branch!

I am not a prankster

I haven't cried all day
Don't tease the dog.
Didn't carry a kitten
I'm not a prankster:
Today is mother's holiday.

Who is the most beloved in the world?
I'll tell the kids right away.
Go around the whole wide world
There is no better mother in the world!

My mum

There are many mothers in the world.
Children love them with all their hearts.
There is only one mother
She is dearer to me than anyone.

Who is she? I will answer:
This is my mommy.

V. Russu

Mother

Mother! I love you so much,
I don't know right!
I big ship
Give the name "MAMA".

Ya Akim

Mom dear,
I love you!
All flowers are spring
I give you.

Mommy a present

From colored paper
I'll cut out a piece.
From it I will make
Little flower.
mommy gift
I'll cook.
The most beautiful
I have mom!

O. Chusovitina

Today is a spring day
Let's go with us
Thank you grandmothers
Thank you moms.
For troubles, for affection,
For songs, for fairy tales,
For delicious cheesecakes,
For new toys.

With mom in the city

When I'm around town
I go with my mother
Mom's hand
I'm holding on tight
Why should she
Go and be afraid
What can she
Get lost?

Svetlana Pshenichnykh

POEMS FOR THE NEW YEAR

Children lead a round dance,

They clap their hands.

Hello hello,

New Year, you are so good!

Santa Claus is coming soon

Christmas tree behind

fluffy needles.

He gives us gifts

Snowman sends a letter to a friend:

"I wish you a blizzard,

So that the blizzard all year chalk,

Ice, snowdrifts, snow slides,

And frost "minus forty"

And ... warmth.

Happy New Year

All friends and all guests.

I only wish you happiness

New good news.

Santa Claus walking through the forest

Girls and boys

He brought gifts.

Looked into our garden

To us for a light.

Grandpa, untie your big bag.

coat, hat, gloves,

Titmouse sit on the nose,

Beard and red nose

This is Santa Claus.

Santa Claus came to the holiday

We are glad to meet him.

Let's spin around happily

Dance around the Christmas tree.

Dad chose a Christmas tree

The most fluffy

the most fluffy

The most fragrant.

The tree smells so

Mom just gasps.

At the entrance to the site

I collected snow with a shovel.

At least there was some snow

I made a Snow Maiden

Put in the corridor

And… she melted.

Our tree is so pretty!

Everyone is happy with her today.

Beads, balls sparkle -

Her dress is so beautiful!

POEMS ABOUT DAD

Thank you dear daddy
What did you get me!
I love a clear smile
She's like a light in a window!
I want you to be happy,
Successful and healthy!
You are the most wonderful
And the best of fathers!

About dad

Secret older brother
Decided to tell me:
“In the past, our dad is a soldier,
Served the motherland
Woke up at dawn
Cleaned the machine
To be all over the earth
Peace for all the kids."
I'm hardly surprised
I suspected
And I thought for a long time that he
Former general.
Twenty-third, I decided
Exactly at six in the morning
I will scream with all my heart
Loud Hurray!

One, two, three, four, five -
Let's congratulate dad
And wish various blessings:
Don't lose the victory flag
To troubles in captivity - do not fall,
They are brave to defeat.
One, two, three, four, five -
Let me kiss you!!!

What teaches a child to feel his native language? Of course, poetry. The first thing that a very tiny baby begins to understand is not words, but the rhythm of his native speech.

I liked the idea of ​​the teacher Lena Danilova. She prints poems on sheets capital letters and hangs on the wall, reading to children at every opportunity. She believes that there is no more convenient way to express her feelings than a poetic form.

Moms will also have to work hard, memorizing a lot of poems by heart, but I think they will not suffer. To help poems about autumn.

Autumn poems

Autumn (Irina Tokmakova)

Empty birdhouse -
The birds have flown
Leaves on the trees
It also doesn't fit.
All day today
Everything is flying, flying...
Apparently, also in Africa
They want to fly.

Autumn miracle (Natalia Samoniy)

It's autumn now, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They don't want to break up.

The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings mournfully.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.

And this wish came true
Having fun kids:
Miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!

November (Irina Gurina)

Bunny crawled out of the hole:
- What are mosquitoes?
Whites fly
And do they melt on the paw?

The wind howls cold
Clouds go sideways
November frost
A warm bunny's nose stings.

Somewhere a terrible beast walks,
And don't hide now!
You can see a bunny in a gray coat.
The bunny is embarrassed!

Everything turned white in the forest,
I'll take the coat to the launderer!
I wash it to white
So that she was like snow!

Autumn did things (Irina Gurina)

Autumn has come in a puddle -
Dropped a pile of leaves.
The puddle whispered softly to her:
- You, my friend, are clumsy!

Autumn plopped down at the hummock
And scattered the mushrooms
And then, as it suddenly blows -
The birds flew south.

It rained on the forest -
The poor bear went to sleep.
Ice covered water.
Everyone hid - trouble:

Who is in the hollow, who is under the bark,
Who is in a deep hole.
Even the frost turned gray -
Autumn has done things!

Bold artist (Agniya Barto)

Autumn is a brave artist -
Everywhere with paint will settle down.
And orange maples -
All shades and tones -
And a bush, red-hot
red hot
Gilding on birches -
This is all her work.
Somehow they asked for autumn
Paint the garden the same color.
- Where we want, we will throw paint there, -
She speaks back.
- There is no order acceptance.

Sad time! Eyes charm!.. (Alexander Pushkin)

Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.

Falling leaves (excerpt) (Ivan Bunin)

Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower...

Autumn song (Alexey Pleshcheev)

The summer has passed
Autumn has come.
In fields and groves
Empty and dull.

The birds have flown
The days got shorter
The sun is not visible
Dark, dark nights.

Yellow sheet after sheet ... (Spiridon Drozhzhin)

Yellow leaf after leaf
Falls from branches;
From the sky the sun is all around
It got colder.
Through the open fields
The violent wind roars
Autumn is dark to us
black bird flies...

Forest in autumn (Alexander Tvardovsky)

Between thinning tops
Blue appeared.
Noisy at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard.
Crack small
broken knot,
And, with a flickering tail, a squirrel
Light makes a jump.
The spruce in the forest became more noticeable -
Protects deep shade.
Boletus last
He pushed his hat to one side.

Raindrops are flying (Ivan Demyanov)

Flying, raindrops are flying
You won't leave the gate.
Along the wet path
raw mist crawling.
By the fallen pines
And fiery rowans
Autumn comes and sows
Fragrant mushrooms!