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Poems about spring for children: 37 poems for children of different ages, video for children, word drawing based on poems about spring.
Poems about spring for children
In this article you will find a selection of poems about spring for children in sections:
- for the little ones (2-4 years),
- for children 4-5 years old,
- for older preschoolers and younger schoolchildren (poems about spring for children over 5 years old).
The article also contains a video with poetry and classical music, pictures and assignments. I wish you a fascinating journey into the world of poetry with your children!
And I want to start the article with a short video lesson for preschoolers on the topic “Poems about Spring” from my favorite Orthodox TV channel for children, “My Joy”. Together with the cheerful little animals from the magical Shishkin Forest, children will listen to F. Tyutchev’s poems about spring, “It’s not for nothing that Winter is angry.”
Poems about spring for children: for the little ones (2-4 years)
V. Berestov. sparrows
What are the sparrows singing about?
On the last day of winter
We survived!
We survived!
We are alive!
We are alive!
I. Tokmakova. Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
Apparently very warm
Spring has legs.
E. Moshkovskaya. The finch has warmed up
Chaffinch: - Ping! Ping! Ping!
Take off your fur coat! Throw it off! Throw it off! —
The finch began to sing -
The finch has warmed up!
A. Barto. Sparrow
Sparrow in a puddle
Jumps and spins.
He ruffled his feathers,
The tail fluffed up.
Good weather!
Chiv-chiv-chil!
Poems about spring for children: 4-5 years old
M. Karim. Come on over!
Dear little starling,
Finally arrive!
I built a house for you -
Not a birdhouse, but a palace!
S. Drozhzhin. Martin
Martin
Blue-winged
Below my window
Made a nest -
And sings to himself
Poured,
Red spring
Glorifying
And from Zoryushka
Until the evening
I would listen to her
I haven't heard enough
About my life
Without the warmth of the nest
A stranger to the side
Remembering.
A. Barto. The starlings have arrived
A tall maple awaits guests -
The house on the branch is fortified.The roof is painted,
There is a porch for singers...
You can hear the chirping in the blue sky
A family of starlings is flying towards us.We got up early today
We were waiting for the birds yesterday.
Security guards walk around the yard,
Chases cats out of the yard.We wave our hands to the starlings,
Let's drum and sing:
- Live in our house!
You will feel good in it!The birds began to approach,
We flew to the yard,
We couldn't resist
They shouted in unison: “Hurray!”Amazing thing:
The whole family flew away!
A. Maikov. Martin
The swallow came rushing
Because of the White Sea,
She sat down and sang:
“How, February, don’t be angry,
How are you, March, don’t frown,
Be it snow or rain -
Everything smells like spring!”
G. Sapgir. Gifts of spring
What, Spring, have you brought?
And spring answered:
— Brought
I tell you guys
Watering cans, rakes
And shoulder blades
The first snowdrops
Yellow birdhouses.
I brought you rooks,
And starlings and finches.
And carries any stream
A whole fleet of boats.
And I also brought
Lots of light and warmth
Jumping and tag,
New counting rhymes.
All the guys were surprised:
Sticky buds in the forest,
Grass at the edge
And on Masha’s nose
First freckles.
T. Coty. Two bouquets
It is very good to compare two still lifes with your child - spring and autumn - and find the difference. And then read this poem:
First flowers of spring
More beautiful than snowy whiteness.
Reflect the color of heaven,
Mother-of-pearl, wonderful.
In this color are the clouds,
Turquoise River,
Pinkish, gentle light -
A bouquet of snowdrops!There is an autumn bouquet on the table,
It doesn't look like spring.
Autumn colors are different
Like the sun, golden,
Red, crimson,
Like the dawn, ruddy.
V. Lunin. Spring
Before reading the poem, ask your child to draw a spring picture with words. What would he depict on it if he were an artist? What if we imagine that spring is an artist? What will she draw? After verbal drawing, read to your child a poem by V. Lunin about spring - the artist.
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches,
There are chains of rooks in the fields,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
E. Blaginina. Crane
The crane has arrived
To old places:
Ant grass
Thick-thick!
Willow tree over the creek
Sad, sad!
And the water is in the creek
Clean, clean!
And the dawn is over the willow tree
Clear, clear!
Fun for the crane:
Spring is spring!
I. Belousov. Spring guest
Dear singer,
Dear swallow,
Came back to our home
From a foreign land.
It curls under the window
With a live song:
"I am the spring and the sun
I brought it with me..."
G. Ladonshchikov. Spring song
The drops haven't sung yet,
The stream rang on the pavement,
When flying from warm countries
Starlings are happy to go home.More Alyonka and Alyosha
They squinted from the sun in their sleep,
When the starling is over their window
Suddenly he started singing a song about spring.He praised the clear day of April,
My dear birdhouse
Yes, he poured out trills so skillfully,
What a nightingale cannot do.Quietly opening the window,
The guys listen to the starling.
The cat also listened to the singer,
Sitting with a kitten on the porch.
G. Ladonshchikov. The chicks are returning
From the midday rays
A stream ran down the mountain,
And the snowdrop is small
I grew up on a thawed patch.
The starlings are returning -
Workers and singers
Sparrows near a puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
We started making nests:
They carry it, they carry it to the houses
Birds on a straw.
R. Sef. Facing spring
Slowly the snow melted away,
Blackened
And melted away
To everyone in the world
Fine:
In the grove - flocks of birds,
On the trees -
Petals,
Sticky
And smelly
In blue
Sky -
To the clouds,
Light
And volatile.
The best
In the world to me:
Along a damp path
I am running
Face the spring
After getting wet
Boots.
Poetry about spring for children: 5-7 years and older
Spring news. O. Belyaevskaya
-Have you heard?
They rang
Drops,
That there will be no more gray snowstorms
Circling over the field?- We heard, we heard! –
The streams answered
And they ran from the mountains
Wake up the valleys.-Have you heard?
Plains,
Valleys,
That a crane caravan is flying from the south,
Why can you already hear the cries of rooks in the grove?- We heard, we heard
We are hubbub
Grachiny
Yesterday over the top of the old rowan tree
In the glow of the sunset rays.On the news of spring
Sensitive
Ears
Under the melting snow the foliage perked up,
On the first thawed patch of snowy hill
The dream grass rose in silver color.
G. Ladonshchikov. In the April forest
It's good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
A. Pleshcheev. Country song
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you grains
And you sing a song,
What from distant countries
I brought with me...
G. Derzhavin. Nightingale
On a hill, through a green grove,
At the shine of a bright stream,
Under the roof of a quiet May night
In the distance I hear a nightingale.
In the light, fragrant winds
Now it whistles, now it rings,
Then we drown out the noise of water,
With a sweet sigh he languishes...
A. Fet. Spring rain
It's still light in front of the window,
The sun shines through the gaps in the clouds,
And the sparrow with its wing,
Swimming in the sand, it trembles.And from heaven to earth,
The curtain moves, swinging,
And as if in gold dust
Behind it stands the edge of the forest.Two drops splashed onto the glass,
The linden trees smell of fragrant honey,
And something came to the garden,
Drumming on fresh leaves.
Listen to an artistic reading of this poem:
S. Drozhzhin. Everything turned green
Everything turned green...
The sun is shining
Lark song
It pours and rings.The rain ones are wandering
There are clouds in the sky
And the shore is quiet
The river is splashing.Fun with a horse
Young plowman
Goes out into the field
Walks in a furrow.And above him everything is higher
The sun is rising
lark song
Sings more cheerfully.
V. Zhukovsky. Lark
In the sun the dark forest glowed,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing.
He is vociferous from above
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
Spring has come to us young,
I'm here singing the coming of spring.
It’s so easy for me here, it’s so welcoming,
So boundless, so airy;
I see God's whole world here.
And my song praises God!
Verbal drawing with children based on this poem:
In the 19th century - early 20th century, when children heard the singing of larks, teachers asked them to tell them in their native speech what the lark sees from above, imagine what he sings about, imagine the mood in which the poet wrote the poem. The technique of “verbal drawing” was very actively used.
This is a very subtle work with words, and I want to quote how children spoke and wrote then!
Teachers of the early 20th century had a very keen sense of the nature of the child. They emphasized that discussion of a poem with children should not be reduced to its retelling, and even more so to grammatical exercises on sentences from the poem. The emphasis should be on the emotional artistic image and how the child experiences it.
Let's move back to the beginning of the 20th century and hear what teachers say to us - teachers and parents of the beginning of the 21st century:
From the book by E.I. Tikheeva “Native speech and ways to its development” of the early 20th century (I quote from the 1923 edition) - from the archives:
“Poems provide special services in so-called oral drawing... The goal... is the following: to evoke in children in one way or another a certain, as vivid as possible, visual image and force them to depict this image, to draw it in words...
Suppose the children have been read Zhukovsky’s poem “Lark”:“The dark forest glowed in the sun”... They are asked to concentrate and imagine the picture of nature that could inspire Zhukovsky to write this poem. In this case, the peculiarities of the imagination of this or that child, the predominance of reproductive or creative imagination in him, usually clearly appear. One sketches in words or on paper only those details of the picture that are noted by the author, without adding anything of his own. Another embroiders on this canvas with his own creative imagination, bringing in many new details he created. Any freedom of imagination that does not contradict reality, logic and common sense is completely acceptable.
Works completed by children (my note – primary school children):
1) (Predominance of reproductive imagination):
“Big field. The forest darkens in the distance. It is illuminated by the rays of the rising sun, and therefore appears red. On one side of the field, below, a strip of fog is visible. The sky is clear, blue, and a moving black dot is visible in it: this is a flying lark; his wings sparkle in the sun.”
2) (Creative imagination):
“I went out into the field at dawn. It was a luxurious morning. The sun rose and flooded the forest with its crimson rays, which could be seen in the distance, beyond the field, the distant village and the road, winding between the green fields and getting lost in the distance. To the right, in the hollow, the fog obscured the distance and rose in clouds to the sky, which was soft blue with a pink tint. Cirrus clouds, colored dark pink, floated across the sky. I began to look at the sky and noticed against its background some point that changed place and sparkled like a braid in the sun. I guessed it was a lark. This was confirmed by the wondrous song that flowed from above.”
Both are completely independent works, created only on occasion, under the impression of a famous poem. The first represents a photographically accurate verbal reproduction of the visual image evoked by Zhukovsky. The second expands and complements this image, introducing the personal, active beginning of its author. Children who have at least some knowledge of a pencil or paints can be asked to illustrate their work with a corresponding picture.”
Pay attention to the writings of children of the early 20th century. How many modern children, who are intensively “developed” from the cradle, can write such an essay at the age of 6-8? How many people can fantasize like that? And this is not a natural given, but a consequence of the fact that in each age period there is a main thing in development. And in preschool age, this is not the development of reading or the ability to count, but the development of imaginative thinking, play, creative imagination, and the ability to interact with people.
And one more thing - an adult reads a poem not because “it is necessary to develop a child,” but because he himself is interested in it, the adult himself also tries to see, imagine and feel this picture and the mood of the poet. This point is also very important and is often violated now when we try to “shove linguistic terms into a child” instead of revealing to him the Human World and Human Culture.
A. Blok. Crow
Here is a crow on a sloping roof
So it has remained shaggy since winter...And there are spring bells in the air,
Even the crow’s spirit took over...Suddenly she jumped to the side with a stupid leap,
She looks down at the ground sideways:What is white under the tender grass?
There they turn yellow under the gray benchLast year's wet shavings...
The crow has all these toys,And the crow is so happy,
It’s spring, and it’s easy to breathe!..
A. Pleshcheev. The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing...
The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing,
There was a breath of spring through the window...
The nightingales will soon whistle,
And the forest will be dressed in leaves!
Pure heavenly azure,
The sun became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
It's gone for a long time again.
And my heart is so strong in my chest
He knocks as if he's waiting for something
As if happiness is ahead
And winter took away your worries!
All faces look cheerful.
“Spring!” - you read in every glance;
And he, like a holiday, is happy about her,
Whose life is only toil and sorrow.
But the playful children have loud laughter
And carefree birds singing
They tell me who is the most
Nature loves renewal!
A. Fet. The willow is all fragrant
The willow is all fluffy
Spread out all around;
It's fragrant spring again
She blew her wings.The clouds are rushing around the village,
Warmly illuminated
And they ask for your soul again
Captivating dreams.Diverse everywhere
The gaze is occupied by the picture,
The idle crowd makes noise
People are happy about something...Some secret thirst
The dream is inflamed -
And over every soul
Spring is flying by.
A. Maikov. Go away, gray winter!
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
F. Tyutchev. No wonder winter is angry
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.And everything started to fuss,
Everything forces Winter to get out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed my face in the snow
And she only became blusher,
Against the enemy.
Video on the poem:
F. Tyutchev. Spring thunderstorm
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
as if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.Young peals thunder,
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the din of the forest and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder.You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground.
F. Tyutchev. Spring waters
The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
They run and wake up the sleepy shore,
They run and shine and shout...They say all over:
"Spring is coming, spring is coming,
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!Spring is coming, spring is coming,
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
The crowd cheerfully follows her!..”
Listen to the wonderful music of S. Rachmaninov with your children, which is in tune with this poem.
E. Baratynsky. Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
Spring, spring! how clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
Its azuria alive
He blinds my eyes.Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!The forests are still bare,
But in the grove there is a decaying leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful hymn to spring.What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul?
With a stream she is a stream
And with a bird, a bird! It's murmuring with him,
Flying in the sky with her!Why does she make her so happy?
And sun and spring!
Does she rejoice, like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?What needs! happy is whoever is on it
Oblivion of thought drinks,
Who is far from her
He, marvelous, will take it away!
A. Tolstoy. Cranes
Hurrying across the blue expanses of heaven,
Where the eye can barely see us,
We fly to familiar places and shout,
A long chain winding from afar.
We see from above the joyful holiday of the earth,
Our road ends here
And we spin around, cranes, cranes,
We praise the shouts of the Lord God!
A. Maikov. Spring
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies!
A. Pushkin. Driven by spring rays...
Driven by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped through muddy streams
To the flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream he greets the morning of the year;
The skies are shining blue.
Still transparent, forests
It's like they're turning green.
Bee for field tribute
Flies from a wax cell.
The valleys are dry and colorful;
The herds rustle and the nightingale
Already singing in the silence of the night.
Watch a wonderful video on this poem
I. Bunin. Hollow water is raging...
The hollow water is raging,
The noise is both dull and drawn out.
Migratory flocks of rooks
They shout both fun and important.The black mounds are smoking,
And in the morning in the heated air
Thick white vapors
Filled with warmth and light.And at noon there are puddles under the window
So they spill and shine,
What a bright sunspot
The “bunnies” are fluttering around the hall.Between round loose clouds
Innocently the sky turns blue,
And the gentle sun warms
In the calm of the barn and courtyards.Spring, spring! And she's happy about everything.
It’s like you’re standing in oblivion
And you hear the fresh smell of the garden
And the warm smell of melted roofs.All around the water gurgles and sparkles,
Sometimes roosters crow,
And the wind, soft and damp,
He quietly closes his eyes.
N. Nekrasov. Grandfather Mazai and the hares.
Cartoon for children based on the most famous poem for children by N. Nekrasov “Grandfather Mazai and the Hares”
I hope that poems about spring for children allowed you to look at the amazing events that are now happening in nature with completely different eyes.
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Here you will find a selection of short poems about spring for the little ones, which you can learn with baby.
Funny pieces of ice
Under the very eaves,
Right above the window
Caught in icicles
Spring sun.
Sparkling, tears run down the icicles...
And the icicles melt - funny pieces of ice.
About spring
Drip and drip, and there’s no time for sleep,
Spring has come knocking on our door.
The stream rang playfully.
The hedgehog came out: “What a miracle!
Stop boring us animals
It's time to welcome spring!"
Spring
Another week will fly by
And March will ring in drops.
April will come with flowers for him,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves and parks nightingales
Concerts will begin again.
Spring came
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
Spring gives songs
Spring gives songs,
Gives out smiles
And to meet her from the bottom
The fish swim out.
Drip-drip
Drip-drip!
Tears are falling from the roof.
Drip-drip!
White snowflakes are melting.
Drip-drip!
The sun is jumping on the roof.
Drip-drip!
And winter sits and cries.
Drip-drip!
Two starlings
Two starlings were flying
They sat on a birch tree,
They sat down and sang, -
How they flew, how they rushed
From the shores of overseas
To my native land, dear
To the little white birch tree!
Spring came
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses!
Spring is coming to us
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts melt under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
You can see very warm feet in spring.
Martin
The swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, swallow!
It's April.
Come back, swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, swallow,
Spring is coming!
Poems about spring for children older
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Spring is the most awaited time of the year. Winter has been going on for so long, and now, finally, the first rays of the gentle sun are awakening nature from its winter sleep.
Funny and playful poems about spring for children happily convey the spring mood of sunny days, murmuring streams and the approaching summer. Small children's poems about spring tell about spring natural phenomena in vivid images. These are the first buds, the arrival of birds and, of course, green grass and yellow sun.
Spring
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing. The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
G. Novitskaya
Ding-ding-ding
“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Ding-la-la! In fact:
The end of winter has come!
V. Stepanov
Snowdrop
Snowdrop next to the pine tree
Looks at the sky - light, gentle
What snowflakes are petals!
Don't reach out to him -
Suddenly the petals melt!..
Ivan Emelyanov
Sparrow
Sparrow ruffled
Feathers-
Alive and healthy
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun
With every feather
Yours.
V. Orlov
Scattered winter
They're still standing around
The trees are bare,
And drops from the roof
They're dripping funny.
Winter somewhere
Ran away in panic
And very bad
Turned on the taps.
In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree.
Zakhoder B.
Buds swell in spring
In the spring the buds swelled,
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches:
How many green noses!
T. Dmitriev
If the snow is melting everywhere
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
E. Karganova
Spring
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage -
The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden -
Lilac bush near the fence.
Victor Lunin
The sun whispers
The sun whispers to a leaf:
- Don’t be shy, my dear!
And takes it from the kidney
For a green forelock
Vladimir Orlov
Spring months
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is on the threshold.
The drops are ringing merrily -
April is already rushing towards us.
May is quickly catching up with them,
He greets everyone with flowers.
Full of light and joy
All three months of spring.
Elena Erato
March
It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.
V. Orlov
Spring singers
Spring has a cheerful start -
March is already on the threshold,
Sky blue river,
The ships in it are clouds,
The starlings sing together like this,
They are spring singers,
And everything blooms around -
Spring is walking across the earth.
Elena Erato
To mom
I'll plant a sprout in a pot,
I'll put it on the window.
Hurry, sprout,
Open the flower -
I really, really need him.
The winds will rush outside the window
With a snowy winter,
But it will be higher
Every day:
Grow my flower!
When according to the calendar
The time of spring will come,
Eighth of March
I'll give my mother my flower!
Vera Shugraeva
Gift for mom
I love my mother.
I'll give her a gift.
I made the gift myself
From paper with paints.
I'll give it to my mom
Hugging tenderly.
Olga Chusovitina
March
All winter
White snow
Belel,
And in March I took
And turned black.
Turned black with frustration
What people
The sun is welcome!
Mikhail Sadovsky
In April
The first sunny day
The spring breeze is blowing.
The sparrows had fun
In these warm hours,
And the icicles shed tears
And they hung their noses.
V. Orlov
In the April forest
It's good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
Lungwort in the clearings
He strives to go out to the sun,
Morels between the herbs
Raise the caps;
The buds of the branches swell,
The leaves are breaking through,
Start to ant
Fix your palaces.
G.Ladonshchikov
Martin
The Swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!
Boris Zakhoder
In the meadow
The forests in the distance are more visible,
Blue skies
More noticeable and blacker
There is a stripe on the arable land,
And children's sounds are louder
Voices above the meadow.
Spring is passing by
But where is she herself?
Chu, a clear voice is heard,
Isn't this spring?
No, it's loud, subtle
A wave gurgles in the stream...
A. Blok
Admire spring is coming
Look, spring is coming,
Cranes fly in a caravan.
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams rustle through the ravines...
Soon you will have guests,
Look how many nests they will build!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dusk!
I. S. Nikitin
Victory Day
What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.
What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.
What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day?
This means no war.
A. A. Usachev
Spring color
Spring is just around the corner!
After the bitter cold of winter
Wakes up from sleep
All nature. Even puddles
The ice won't cover overnight
The sun drives winter away!
The kidneys swell with juice,
And green leaves
Soon in the breeze
They'll play! In the meantime
Colors of the sun by the river
The lights have appeared!
All! The frost is over!
Mimosas are blooming!
Vadim Kosovitsky
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
Hello to all dear readers and friends of my blog! Winter will end very soon, and many people’s favorite time of warmth and sun will begin. It's time to teach your children poems about spring. Today I will publish the most beautiful of them. Short, suitable for toddlers, and long for schoolchildren. Let's bring the spring mood closer and be inspired by poetry!
I remember how at school we read together and memorized poems about spring by Russian poets. The mood immediately rose, anticipating the onset of a very pleasant time of year. I adore spring and summer, and for me every time this period is a symbol of the beginning of something new and joyful in life. Maybe because I was born in April. And it doesn’t matter that there may be winter temperatures outside at this time, it still does not spoil the inner pleasure of what is happening.
For young children 3, 4, 5 and 6 years old, you can choose short and beautiful poems that they can easily learn and recite, for example, in kindergarten. Choose for them those in which they can pronounce most of the words, and do not forget to explain to them the meaning of unfamiliar words.
The snow is melting and the ice is melting
Spring, guys, is coming!
Drops are ringing outside the window,
The birds' joyful trill.
Buds swell in spring
And the leaves hatched.
Look at the maple branches -
How many green noses! (T. Dmitriev)
The Swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
May it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming! (B. Zakhoder)
Spring came!
Spring is red.
With green grass by the window
Hung up the earrings
White-legged birch. (E. Trutneva)
Spring, spring outside,
Spring days!
Like birds, they pour out
Tram calls.
Rooks are chattering in the tree.
Trucks rattle.
Spring, spring outside,
Spring days. (A. Barto)
Spring has finally arrived!
The white snow is melting.
The gentle ones appeared
Snowdrops here and there.
Under a small spruce
The snowdrop has sprouted.
The snowstorms have fled
And the frost gave in!
In the clearing, by the path
Blades of grass are breaking through.
A stream runs from the hillock.
And there is snow under the tree. (V. Lunin)
Blue, blue
Sky and streams.
Splashing in blue puddles
A flock of sparrows.
Transparent in the snow
Ice lace.
The first thawed patches,
First grass. (E. Trutneva)
Spring comes gradually:
The snow is silently melting in the fields,
Escape from ice captivity
River waters are secretly prepared.
It's not that cold at night,
And now the starling is flying
To your house on a birch trunk...
Spring came. Winter is over! (S. Marshak)
Spring came!
The birds are singing
Spring is carried on wings.
The sun is shining,
Warms the earth.
He kicks the guys out of the house.
Everyone is celebrating spring today! (Ya. Mamin)
Every day,
One minute at a time
The day is longer
In short, night.
Slowly,
Little by little
Let's drive away winter
Away! (V. Berestov)
Spring, spring.
Streams flow
Spring, spring.
The rooks are flying,
Spring, spring.
Flowers are blooming
Spring came,
How glad we are!
On the trees -
Look, -
Where the buds were
Like green lights
The leaves flashed.
The cherries are blooming -
Sweet aroma.
Like an embroidered shirt
Our spring garden.
“Ding-ding-ding,” the drops sing.
“La-la-la,” the starling sings.
Ding-la-la! In fact:
The end of winter has come! ( V. Stepanov)
Spring has come to the dacha again.
The sun is rejoicing.
The day has grown.
And only the icicles cry,
Regretting the winter and frost.
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
It is so pleasant -
Wake up
And stand up
And blue skies
You can see in the window
And find out again
That spring is everywhere,
What is the morning and the sun
More beautiful than a dream! (I. Maznin)
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us. (E. Karganova)
Cries bitterly
Snowman
Who offended him?
Something like this
I haven't seen it before.
Well, I’m already completely limp.
Tears flow like hail.
I told him: “Stop,
Well, don't cry, don't!
You're probably out of sleep
Out of your element?
And I heard:
“It’s spring.
All her tricks! ( N. Knushevitskaya)
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
Another week will fly by
And March will ring in drops.
April will come with flowers for him,
And the sun will flood the earth.
Through the groves and parks nightingales
Concerts will begin again. (V. Kudlachev)
Spring has finally arrived.
Spruce, birch and pine,
Throwing off my white pajamas,
We woke up from sleep. (I. Shandra )
I was told:
White color
Extremely
Complicated.
This color
For seven colors
May be
Decomposed.
Now
It's clear,
Why in the spring
The snow will melt
White,
And the meadow grows -
Color. ( Kh. Gainutdinov )
Admire: spring is coming,
The cranes are flying in a caravan,
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams in the ravines are noisy.
Soon you will have guests,
How many nests they will build - look!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dusk! (I. S. Nikitin )
Poems about the spring months for children
My selection of beautiful spring poems contains works for each month of this time of year. They are mostly short, so they are perfect for preschool age. To help your child remember the months better, you can draw pictures with him along the lines of the poems.
If it is still difficult for your child to remember them, then read them yourself, and transfer the most striking image from the work to paper (you can draw it yourself or print the finished picture). Then for the baby, March, April and May will not be abstract words, but filled with images and associations.
About March
Streams run faster
The sun is shining warmer.
The sparrow is happy about the weather,
The month of March came to visit us.
The snow is no longer the same, -
He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster.
The sky became higher.
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.
Sparrow ruffled
Feathers,
Alive, healthy,
And unharmed.
Catches the March
Sun,
With each feather.
Loose snow darkens in March,
The ice on the window is melting.
The bunny runs around the desk,
And according to the map on the wall.
About April
The colors are bright in April -
After all, nature took the brush,
So that in green watercolor,
Paint the grass, branches, leaves!
We hear with joy in April,
Behind our window glass,
The sound of an awakened drop,
Chirping of cute birds.
It's good in the forest in April:
Smells like leafy leaves,
Different birds sing,
They build nests in trees;
In the clearings there is a lungwort,
He strives to go out to the sun.
Merry April smiled,
He sang, started shouting, played,
The snowdrop woke up from the noise
And he stood up in a thawed patch.
It smelled, smelled delicious,
The snowdrop was barely audible:
“Thank you April, thank you
For waking me up." (I. Belyakov)
April walked through the forests,
The drops have already ended,
The snow has melted, it's warm,
And it became light in the evening.
About May
The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.
Seeing off May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming. ( S. Marshak)
The leaves are blooming,
The buds rejoice in the sun.
May has come, merry May -
Take off your coat quickly!
First day, month of May!
Rise up and stand up!
And don't worry, wake up
Greet the sun with a song!
May has arrived.
Forest people
Together they went out into the garden.
The black mole is digging the beds,
A hedgehog carries water from a tub.
The month of May blooms and warms,
The wind blows over the fields,
The white lily of the valley is blooming,
A moth flies over him.
Poems about spring for school-age children
Now let’s turn to works about spring, which are suitable for children 7, 8, 9 and beyond. Some of them are in the school curriculum, while others you may hear for the first time.
It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
It was flowing through the yard.
It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.
I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.
Passers-by say:
- Spring is coming! -
And this is me working
Breaking the ice. (A. Barto)
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
It flies towards us in the canopy. The sun is more beautiful with it
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you some grains;
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
I brought it with me. (A. Pleshcheev)
I wanted to sleep a little
But I saw light in the window.
Ray - warm palm
The sun reached out to me.
And whispered in my ear:
- Throw off the blanket quickly.
Are you tired of sleep?
Get up -
So much to do!
It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
goose chain,
On the ground -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.
(V. Orlov)
To the sound of a babbling stream,
To the wondrous songs of the larks
Spring has arrived in all its glory
A beautiful, innocent child.
The cold won't last long
It remains to rule over spring,
After all, every day here and there
She is replete with her beauty.
And warming the day with warmth,
Spring has revived nature.
And under the drops the chime will ring
I gave the first snowdrop.
Spreading out a bunch of emeralds,
Spring will clothe all the trees,
And the delicate scent of flowers
Merges with the nightingale's trill.
I'll remember winter again
Seeing snow in early May,
Trees in white silver
But the silver of flowers does not melt! (E. Savchenko)
It's raining, April is getting warmer,
It's foggy all night, and in the morning
The spring air is definitely chilling
And turns blue with a soft haze
In distant clearings in the forest.
And the green forest quietly slumbers,
And in the silver of forest lakes
Even slimmer than his columns,
Even fresher than the pine crowns
And delicate larches pattern! (I. Bunin )
The evil blizzard has passed away;
The night has become shorter than the day;
A warm wind blows from the south;
The drops fall, ringing.
The sun warms the earth,
Ice is driving off our hill.
The snow woman is melting
And tears flow in streams.
If the snow is melting everywhere,
The day is getting longer
If everything turns green
And a stream rings in the fields,
If the wind gets warmer,
If the birds can't sleep,
If the sun shines brighter,
This means spring has come to us.
From the midday rays
A stream ran down the mountain,
And the snowdrop is small
I grew up on a thawed patch.
The starlings are returning -
Workers and singers
Sparrows near a puddle
They circle in a noisy flock.
And the robin and the thrush
We started making nests:
They carry it, they carry it to the houses
Birds on a straw.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.
And everything started to fuss,
Everything forces Winter to get out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise...
The evil witch went crazy
And, capturing the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And she only became blusher (F. I. Tyutchev)
Spring has arrived in the snow,
On a damp carpet,
Scattered snowdrops
I sowed grass.
Badger families due
I picked it up from my holes,
Birch sap
I gave it to the guys.
I looked into the den:
- Well, get up, bear! –
She breathed on the branches -
It's time to go green!
Now spring is beautiful
Calling from all over
Geese, swifts and storks,
Cuckoos and starlings.
(K. Kubilinskas)
Once again the blue clouds frowned all around,
In the distance there is a foggy curtain of rain,
Warmth wafted from the forests and fields, -
And now the first thunder of spring is already thundering,
And the rainbow sparkles from behind the forest!
Then from the south May comes through the groves
and fields, -
Like a bright young god, he laughs
and rejoices
And awakens life and announces to us,
That the last one has come to an end
dark days
That he is celebrating the victory of spring! (A. Bunin)
I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbling in the blue sky.
Young peals thunder,
The rain is splashing, the dust is flying,
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads.
A swift stream runs down the mountain,
The noise of birds in the forest is not silent,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything cheerfully echoes the thunder.
You will say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus's eagle,
A thunderous goblet from the sky,
Laughing, she spilled it on the ground. (I. Tyutchev)
My bells
Steppe flowers!
Why are you looking at me?
Dark blue?
And what are you calling about?
On a merry day in May,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head?
The horse carries me like an arrow
On an open field;
He tramples you under him,
Strikes with his hoof.
My bells
Steppe flowers!
Don't curse me
Dark blue!
I would be glad not to trample you,
Glad to rush past
But the bridle cannot hold
Running indomitable!
I'm flying, I'm flying like an arrow,
I just kick up dust;
The horse carries me dashingly, -
And where to? Don't know! (A. Tolstoy)
Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slides along the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream.
Fragrant bird cherry,
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun.
The stream is like a thunderous wave
All branches are covered
And insinuatingly under the steep
Sings songs to her. (S. Yesenin)
This morning, this joy,
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings,
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of waters.
These willows and birches,
These drops are these tears,
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This sound and whistle.
These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This darkness and heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
This is all spring. (A. Fet)
I came to you with greetings
Tell me that the sun has risen
What is it with hot light
The sheets began to flutter;
Tell me that the forest has woken up,
All woke up, every branch,
Every bird was startled
And full of thirst in spring;
Tell me that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again,
That the soul is still the same happiness
And I’m ready to serve you;
Tell me that from everywhere
It blows over me with joy,
That I don’t know myself that I will
Sing, but only the song is ripening. (A. Fet)
Dilapidated hut
Standing all covered in snow,
Grandma-old lady
And he looks out the window.
To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Fun for the kids
Fast sled run...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...
There will be a snow house
Frisky game...
Your fingers will get cold,
It's time to go home!
Tomorrow we'll have tea,
They look out the window -
And the house has melted,
It's spring outside! (A. Blok)
The Green Noise goes on and on,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Playfully disperses
Suddenly a riding wind:
The alder bushes will shake,
Will raise flower dust,
Like a cloud: everything is green,
Both air and water!
The Green Noise goes on and on,
Green Noise, spring noise!
Like drenched in milk,
There are cherry orchards,
They make a quiet noise;
Warmed by the warm sun,
Happy people make noise
Pine forests;
And next to it there is new greenery
They babble a new song
And the pale-leaved linden,
And a white birch tree
With a green braid!
A small reed makes noise,
The tall maple tree is noisy...
They make a new noise
In a new way, spring...
The Green Noise goes on and on,
Green Noise, spring noise! (N. Nekrasov)
Spring has come, with icicles
Decorating cornices.
The streams gurgle fervently,
Washing away the snowdrifts.
Forgetting the former frosts,
Unable to fall to the side
Tear-stained snowy
The melted woman.
Winter is completely unwell -
It's time for her to get ready...
And the sun in every puddle
Ready for a swim!
And between the wet snows
Having broken through my windows,
Brave snowdrops
They're already on their feet! ( Stewart E.)
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the highest heights!
Should I argue with the old one, the frail one?
With her - the queen of flowers,
With a whole air army
Fragrant breezes!
What noise, what buzzing,
Warm showers and rays,
And chirping and singing!..
Go away quickly!
She has no bow, no arrows,
I just smiled - and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine, into the bushes!..
May they be found in the ravines!
Look, the swarms of bees are already making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of motley butterflies! (A. Maikov)
I hope that among the presented 63 poems about spring for children, you found those that did not leave you indifferent. I wish you a spring mood and warm weather and bright sun as soon as possible!
Until next time, Anastasia Smolinets
