Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.

Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not in verses alone: ​​it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe 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. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. 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 yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.

Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"

To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a 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 critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds 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 but pure poetry that has rejected the word.

"It was in January..."

It was in January
There was a tree on the mountain
And next to this tree
The bad wolves roamed.
Here once
Night time,
When it's so quiet in the forest
Meet the wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and bunnies.

Who wants to New Year
Fall into the clutches of a wolf!
The rabbits rushed forward
And they jumped on the tree.

They pricked their ears
They hung like toys.
ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent -
The wolf was deceived.
It was in January,
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
A. Barto

"The wolves told the news..."
The wolves told the news
Brought forty news
What is a tree in a dense forest
Decorated is!

The animals heard the news
They ran through the woods.
Everyone wants to check
Look at the tree for yourself.

For whom, why, where
Did this miracle happen?
Who brought the tree here?
Isn't it Santa Claus himself?

Is there time to figure it out
Who brought, why removed?
Ah, foxes, squirrels, hares,
Open a noisy ball!
A. Kuznetsova

New Year round dance

Round dance, round dance...
The little people are dancing.
Dance by our Christmas tree
We are ready for the whole year!

Beauty, beauty...
Our tree is thick.
You can't reach the top of your head.
What a height!

Under the bush, under the bush
Someone with a red tail.
This is a sly fox
Under the bush is a fox house.

It's snowing, it's snowing...
Hello hello,
New Year!
How cheerful we are
Near the Christmas tree round dance!

Round dance, round dance...
The little people are dancing.
Dance by our Christmas tree
We are ready for the whole year!
Y. Lednev

A Christmas tree in summer is just a Christmas tree:
You touch a branch - it's prickly to your fingers,
The trunk is entwined with cobwebs,
A fly agaric is below.
That's when winter comes
The tree seems to come to life:
Will fluff up in the cold
Unfold under the winds
Not prickly at all
Like a fragrant flower.
It smells not of dew, not of honey,
The tree smells like New Year!
N. Filimonova

"Here it is, our Christmas tree ..."

Here it is, our Christmas tree,
In the blaze of radiant lights!
She seems to be the most beautiful
All greener and more lush.
A fairy tale is hidden in the green:
The white swan swims
Bunny slides on a sleigh
The squirrel gnaws nuts.
Here it is, our Christmas tree,
In the blaze of radiant lights!
We all dance for joy
On New Year's Day under it!
V. Donnikova

New Year

Smells like fresh tar again
We gathered at the tree
Our tree is dressed up
The lights on her lit up.
Games, jokes, songs, dances!
There are masks here and there...
You are a bear and I am a fox.
What miracles!
Let's dance together
Hello, hello New Year!
N. Naydenova

New Years is soon

Soon, soon the New Year!
He's in a hurry, he's coming!
Knock on our doors:
"Children, hello, I'm with you!"
We celebrate the holiday
We decorate the Christmas tree
We hang toys
Balls, crackers...
Santa Claus is coming soon
Will bring us gifts -
Apples, candy...
Santa Claus, where are you?!
3. Orlova

snowman

Snowman, carrot nose,
Went out in the morning in the cold.
I took a shovel to remove the snow,
I took a broom to sweep
I took the sled to go to the forest
And bring firewood.
And then bake a cake
Invite a bunny to visit
Bear, squirrel and hedgehog,
Sparrow and bullfinch.
Come, forest people!
The snowman is waiting for you.
T. Marshalova

New Year's drawing

Here he is Santa Claus!
Nicely drawn:
Came out with a bag not empty
Before the New Year!
How good is the old man
In this picture:
Smiling, standing
At the fir branches.
And sings on the Christmas tree
In front of him is a titmouse.
May you on New Year's Eve
It will all come to fruition.
V. Churnosov

Mom decorated the Christmas tree
Mom decorated the tree
Anya helped her mother;
Gave her toys
Stars, balloons, crackers.
And then the guests were called
And they danced at the Christmas tree!

(V. Petrova)

herringbone

Herringbone, Christmas tree, Sharp needle
Where did you grow up? - In the woods.
- What did you see? - Lisa.
- What's in the forest? - Frost.
bare birches,
Wolves and bears
- That's all the neighbors. -
And we have New Year
Everyone sings a song.

(M. Evensen)

It happens in the world...

It happens in the world
That only once a year
They light up the tree
A wonderful star.
The star burns, does not melt,
Shines beautiful ice.
And immediately comes
Happy New Year!

(I. Tokmakova)

He grew to my eyebrows

He grew to my eyebrows,
He climbed into my boots.
They say he is Santa Claus,
And naughty like a little one.
He ruined the water faucet
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And naughty like a little one.
He paints on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he's a hundred years old
And naughty like a little one.
(E. Tarakhovskaya)

First snow

Look guys
All around covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.
Only Lyuba disagrees:
- It's not snow at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And scattered the powder.

Agniya Barto

It was in January
There was a tree on the mountain
And next to this tree
The bad wolves roamed.


Here once,
night time,
When it's so quiet in the forest
Meet the wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and bunnies.


Who wants in the New Year
Fall into the clutches of a wolf!
The rabbits rushed forward
And they jumped on the tree.


They pricked their ears
They hung like toys.


ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent.
The wolf was deceived.
It was in January,
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
*


Santa Claus
E. Tarakhovskaya


He grew to my eyebrows,
He climbed into my boots.
They say he's Santa Claus
And naughty, like a little one!
He ruined the water faucet
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And naughty, like a little one!
He paints on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he's a hundred years old
And naughty, like a little one!
*


In defense of Santa Claus
A. Barto


My brother (he outgrew me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Sosem not Santa Claus!
He told me:
- Don't trust him!
But here by myself
The door opened
And suddenly I see -
Grandfather enters.
He has a beard
Dressed in a sheepskin coat
Toe loop to the very heels!
He says:
- Where is the tree?
Do the children sleep?
With big silver
sack
Costs,
showered with snow,
In a fluffy hat
Grandfather.
And the elder brother
Says secretly:
- Yes, this is our neighbor!
How can you not see: the nose is similar!
Both arms and back!
I answer: - Well, so what!
And you look like a grandmother
But you're not her!
*


What is New Year?
It's all the other way around:
Trees grow in the room
Squirrels do not gnaw cones,
Hares next to the wolf
On a thorny tree!
The rain is also not easy,
In the New Year it is golden,
Shine that there is urine,
Nobody gets wet
Even Santa Claus
Doesn't pinch anyone's nose.
*



Winter before the holiday
For the green tree
Dress white herself
Sewn without a needle.


shook it off White snow
Christmas tree with a bow
And is the most beautiful of all
In a green dress.


To her green color to the face
Elka knows this.
How is she on New Year's Eve?
Well dressed!
*


DECEMBER

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires fly up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Run to the top
The bravest bastard.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.
*


FIRST SNOW

Look guys
All around covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.


Only Lyuba disagrees:
- It's not snow at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And scattered the powder.
*


The real secret
Y. Moritz


The tree is dressed up, the pie sighs,
The bell rang and the puppy jumped
I pulled the lock - and rooted to the threshold!
I couldn't utter a word, I was silent
And something indistinct at the door mumbled:
Still would! Santa Claus has arrived!
I kiss my grandfather! And suddenly I notice
There are many wonderful things in the old man:
First, for some reason, the old man is in a wig,
And the nose, secondly, he has - from cardboard,
And thirdly, a biting and impudent puppy
At the feet of the old man lay down good-naturedly,
Which is very strange for such a dog!
I see Santa Claus on the boots
The patch that Grandma Rose
Yesterday I sewed on felt boots for my brother.
Hooray! - it's time to scream and jump,
I know the whole truth since yesterday
I gave my slippers for this patch!
But fun-fun to me and wonderful,
Therefore, it is inappropriate to break the secret!
I will make a gift to my older brother:
Not a word - about the nose, about the wig and the patch,
I don't recognize him now!
He is mistaken for Santa Claus
And dad, and mom, and grandmother Rosa,
And every boy, sliding on a sled,
And a janitor with a shovel, standing in a snowdrift,
And everyone who sees from the shining snow
Cherry sack over his shoulder!
He gave me a real telescope,
Then the New Year came,
So, he was real Santa Claus,
And the fact that he is my older brother is real,
So this is my first real secret!

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CHRISTMAS TREE


Well, the tree, just a miracle,
How elegant, how beautiful.
The branches gently rustle
Beads shine bright
And the toys swing
Flags, stars, crackers.
Here the fires were lit on her,
How many tiny lights!
And, decorating the top,
There it shines, as always,
Very bright, big
Five-winged star.
(E.Blaginina)


DECEMBER


In December, in December
All trees are in silver.


Our river, as if in a fairy tale,
Frost paved the night
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
Stop crying in the morning
She breathed, she came alive.
Her needles tremble a little,
The branches were on fire.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The fires shoot up.
Flappers glitter with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Run to the top
The bravest bastard.


A year has passed like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower strikes
Your salute - twelve times.
(S. Marshak)


IT WAS IN JANUARY


It was in January
There was a tree on the mountain
And next to this tree
The bad wolves roamed.


Here once
night time,
When it's so quiet in the forest
Meet the wolf under the mountain
Bunnies and bunnies.


Who wants in the New Year
Fall into the clutches of a wolf!
The rabbits rushed forward
And they jumped on the tree.


They pricked their ears
They hung like toys.
ten little bunnies
They hang on the tree and are silent -


The wolf was deceived.
It was in January,
He thought that on the mountain
Decorated Christmas tree.
(A. Barto)



What is New Year?
It's all the other way around:
Trees grow in the room
Squirrels do not gnaw cones,
Hares next to the wolf
On a thorny tree!
The rain is also not easy,
In the New Year it is golden,
Shine that there is urine,
Nobody gets wet
Even Santa Claus
Doesn't pinch anyone's nose.
(E.Mikhailova)



The girls stood in a circle
They got up and shut up.
Santa Claus lit the fires
On a tall tree.
Above the star
Beads in two rows.
Let the tree not go out.
May it always burn.
(A. Barto)


IN PROTECTION OF FATHER FROST


My brother (he outgrew me)
Brings everyone to tears.
He told me that Santa Claus
Not Santa Claus at all!


He told me:
- Don't trust him! -
But here by myself
The door opened


And suddenly I see -
Grandfather enters.
He has a beard
Dressed in a sheepskin coat
Toe loop to the very heels!
He says:
-Where is the tree?
Do the children sleep?


With a big silver bag
It stands, sprinkled with snow,
In a fluffy hat grandfather.
And the older brother keeps saying secretly:
Yes, it's our neighbor!


How can you not see: the nose is similar!
Both arms and back! -
I answer: - Well, so what!
And you look like a grandmother
But you're not her!
(A. Barto)


CHRISTMAS TREE


Would be at the Christmas tree
legs,
She would run
Along the track.


She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.


Would spin on the Christmas tree
Toys -
colorful lanterns,
Flappers.


Would spin on the Christmas tree
Flags
From crimson, from silver
Papers.


Would laugh at the Christmas tree
Matryoshkas
And they would clap for joy
In the palms


because
At the gate
knocked
New Year!
new, new,
Young,
With a golden beard!
(K. Chukovsky)


WHERE COMES THE NEW YEAR?


New Year flies from the sky?
Or coming from the forest?
Or from a snowdrift
Is the new year coming to us?


He probably lived as a snowflake
On some star
Or hiding behind a feather
Frost has a beard?


He went to sleep in the fridge
Or to a squirrel in the hollow ...
Or an old alarm clock
Did he get under the glass?


But there is always a miracle
The clock strikes twelve...
And no one knows where
The New Year is coming to us!
(A.Usachev)


NEW AND OLD YEAR


On the first step
A young guy got up
To the twelfth step
The gray-haired old man came.
To the twelfth step
The gray-haired old man came.
On the first step
A young guy got up.
(E.Blaginina)


The Song of the Christmas Tree


What grows on the tree?
Cones and needles.
colorful balls
They don't grow on a tree.
Do not grow on a tree
Gingerbread and flags
Nuts don't grow
In golden paper.
These flags and balloons
Grew up today
For Russian kids
On New Year's holiday.
In the cities of my country,
In villages and towns
So many lights have grown
On merry trees!
(S. Marshak)


SANTA CLAUS


He grew to my eyebrows,
He climbed into my boots.
They say he is Santa Claus,
And naughty like a little one.


He ruined the water faucet
In our washbasin.
They say he has a beard
And naughty like a little one.


He paints on glass
Palm trees, stars, skiffs.
They say he's a hundred years old
And naughty like a little one.
(E. Tarakhovskaya)


THE CHRISTMAS IS BURNING WITH THE LIGHTS


Christmas tree lights up
Under her shadows are blue,
prickly needles
As if in white frost.
She thawed out in warmth
Straightened out the needles
And with funny songs
We came to our Christmas tree.
Multicolored toys
For us they hung on it,
And we look at the Christmas tree
And we have fun today.
The lights on the Christmas tree are bright
Everywhere are lit
In milestone homes, across the country
The guys are smiling.
(L. Nekrasova)



Dressed up the Christmas tree in a festive dress:
In colorful garlands, in bright lights,
And stands, sparkling, a Christmas tree in a magnificent hall,
Sadly remembering the old days.
The Christmas tree is dreaming of an evening, monthly and starry,
Snowy glade, sad cry of wolves
And pine neighbors, in frosty mantles,
All in diamond sequins, in fluff of snow.
And the neighbors stand in gloomy sadness,
They dream and drop white snow from the branches ...
They dream of a Christmas tree in the illuminated hall,
Laughter and stories of joyful children.
K. Fofanov



What is New Year?
This is a friendly dance
This is the laughter of funny guys
Near all the elegant Christmas trees.


What is New Year?
Everyone knows in advance;
These are pipes and violins,
Jokes, songs and smiles.


The one who wants to be cheerful
Would this New Year
Let today be with us
Singing a loud song!
(T. Volgina)



Winter before the holiday
For the green tree
Dress white herself
Sewn without a needle.


Shake off the white snow
Christmas tree with a bow
And is the most beautiful of all
In a green dress.


Green color suits her
Elka knows this.
How is she on New Year's Eve?
Well dressed!
(T. Volgina)



Children go to bed early
On the last day of December
And wake up a year older
On the first day of the calendar.
The year begins in silence
Unfamiliar from past winters:
Noise behind the double frame
We can barely catch it.
But the guys are calling out
Winter day through the ice glass -
In a refreshing cold
From cozy warmth.
With a kind word we will remember
Years of old care,
Starting early in the morning
New day and new year!
(S. Marshak)


CHRISTMAS BALL


Lily of the valley blooms in May
Astra blooms in autumn.
And in winter I bloom
I am at the tree every year.
Been on the shelf for a whole year.
Everyone forgot about me.
Now I'm hanging on the tree
Little by little the links.
The whole tree to the top
Decorate toys!
Get up in the dance!
Meet the New Year!
(V.Berestov)


NEW YEAR INCIDENT


Simple toys through the crack
Once we saw a tree
"Let's decorate the Christmas tree!
Let’s climb the branches and sit down!”
Toys climbed onto the Christmas tree.
The monkey is already at the top.
Under Mishka, a branch bent.
Under the Bunny swayed a little.
Chickens hang like lanterns
Nesting dolls are like colorful balls ...
“Hey, Christmas decorations,
Snow Maiden, stars, firecrackers,
Glasses twisted, cast,
Silver, gold!
While you were gathering dust on the shelf
We all found ourselves on the tree!
Now let's make the kids happy!
Oh, fathers! We're falling! We're falling!"
(V.Berestov)



They say New Year's Eve
Whatever you wish -
Everything will always happen
Everything always comes true.
Maybe even the guys
All wishes come true
All you need, they say
Put in the effort.
Don't be lazy, don't yawn
And have patience
And learning does not count
For your pain.


They say New Year's Eve
Whatever you wish -
Everything will always happen
Everything always comes true.
How can we not guess
A humble desire
On "excellent" to perform
School assignments.
(S. Mikhalkov)


FIRST SNOW


- Look, guys.
All around covered with cotton wool!
And in response there was laughter:
- It was the first snow.


Only Lyuba disagrees:
- It's not snow at all -
Santa Claus brushed his teeth
And scattered the powder.
(I. Bursov)


WERE ANIMAL NEW YEAR


Met the animals
New Year.
Led by animals
dance.


Around the green Christmas tree.
Danced and Mole,
And Behemoth
And even - evil Wolves!


Started dancing
And Porcupine -
prickly needles,
And all - to tremble,
And all - squeal
And that's it - run away from the Christmas tree!


Look: Oh -
At least he's good! -
And he trembles with fear!


But I already
you won't get through! -
Said
Turtle!
-We will sleep
step by step
Turtle,
But everyone
Perhaps,
Let's dance!
(B. Zakhoder)


FIR-TREE (game)


There is one game for you:


I will start the verses now.
I'll start and you finish!
Answer in unison.


It's snowing outside,
holiday coming soon...
- New Year!


Softly glowing needles
coniferous spirit is coming...
- From the tree!


The branches gently rustle
bright beads...
- Shine!


And the toys swing
flags, stars, ...
- Flappers!


Threads of motley tinsel,
bells...
- Balls!


Fish fragile figurines,
Birds, skiers,…
- Snow Maidens!


White-bearded and red-nosed
Under the branches...
- Santa Claus!


And decorating the top
there shines, as always,
very bright, big
five-winged ...
– Star!


Well, the tree is just amazing!
Like an outfit, like...
- Beautiful!


Here the fires were lit on her,
Hundreds of tiny
... - Fire!


Doors wide open
just like a fairy tale
The round dance rushes in…
- In the dance!


And over this round dance
speech, songs,
loud laugh...
Congratulations on…
- New Year!
With new happiness...
– Everyone!
(E.Blaginina)