Short nursery rhymes about May. Children's poems about MAY

The last month of spring is May. We have already told the children about his signs, riddles.

May is a very beautiful month. It's getting warmer, everything is green and blooming. Soon the summer will come! Schoolchildren have holidays, parents have holidays.

Of course, not everyone is happy with spring this year, what can you do. But it's not that important.

On the blog there are for older kids.

Today we just read children's poems about the month of May. Beautiful poems, short and long for children and parents, which figuratively convey the spring mood, talk about natural phenomena and show the beauty of the last spring month May.

Poems about May for children

May-Traven (M. Sukhorukova)

May's hair is green,

And the shirt is all in flowers.

He sings in meadows, forests.

Like heat flying through the air

Himself a flowering bird cherry

It smelled all the way to the thread.

Gotta be serious

Think about seeds.

Boy Vanya, be brave

Plant flowers under the window.

May (S. Marshak)

I will walk through the forests, there are many birds there.

Everyone flutters, sings, nests are warm.

I will visit the forest, where I will find bees,

And they make noise, and buzz, and hurry to work.

I will walk through the meadows, there are moths there,

How beautiful they are in these May days!

May (V. Berestov)

Violets, lilies of the valley

Merry May in silence for us.

But we won't cut them off.

Let them bloom for the joy of people!

May (Ya. Yakovleva)

The month of May is coming.

They sang joyfully

Returning to a sweet land.

Bloomed, green

All trees and bushes

The bees flew again.

For nectar to flowers.

Lily of the valley (E. Serova)

A lily of the valley was born on a May day,

And the forest keeps it.

It seems to me that his behind -

And all of it will ring.

And this ringing will hear the meadow,

Both birds and flowers

Let's listen, what if

I will hear you too.

My garden (A. Pleshcheev)

How fresh and green my garden is!

The lilac blossomed in it;

From fragrant bird cherry

And from the curly lindens a shadow ...

... And all day long in the grass

Lying, I would be glad to listen

Like caring bees

Around the bird cherry buzz.

Lilac (V. Viktorov)

Good lilac, generous lilac.

Tear, take, give to others!

And do not give away - in a year

Lilac flowers will not bring.

Bird cherry (E. Blaginina)

Bird cherry, bird cherry, why are you standing white?

For a spring holiday, for May it blossomed.

And you, grass-ant, that you creep softly?

For a spring holiday, for a May day.

And you, thin birches, that are now green?

For a holiday, for a holiday, for May, for spring!

Short poems about the month of May

(E. Light)

May painted the world green

White, pink, fun!

Take the crayons, run to the yard,

And paint the fence there.

Draw happiness with crayons

And the girls shout: "Hello!"

Draw, write, play!

May has come - it's time to dream ...

May (S. Marshak)

Lily of the valley blossomed in May

On the very holiday - on the first day.

May with flowers,

The lilac is blooming.

(E. Ranneva)

leaves unfold,

The kidneys rejoice in the sun.

May has come, merry May -

Take your coat off quickly!

(D. Krasavin)

The bug runs after the cloud.

The cloud is running after the Bug.

Cloud - to the right, Bug - to the left

And boldly barks at the cloud.

And on mom under an umbrella,

And for a girl with a bow,

And the cat around the corner

And on the first May thunder!!!

(M. Sadovsky)

In May, the world looks new:

The sky in blueberry color,

The ponds overflowed

The gardens were busy.

Hares after winter cold

Willow tails were given,

They don't need a white tail

The hares are turning gray!

Everything blooms ... and there is no answer:

Where is spring, and where is summer!?

Brother May (E. Perlova)

The ringing of a drop and a flute

April gave from the heart,

He brought spring with him

On a blue wagon.

Generously threw pearls

In glades and meadows.

But April sings quieter -

Brother May is sitting on the roof.

Brother May in a green cloak

Woke up an aspen with a maple

And a mountain ash under the window.

Like a flower, my house stands -

The windows are clean, shining,

Greet the morning of May.

Dandelion (M. Pozharova)

Dandelion silky

In the glare of a sunny day

Slumbering, light and transparent,

Under my window.

But swept with a quiet song

swift-winged breeze

And scattered with a breeze

All silver fluff.

Like white snowflakes

In a gentle and lively dance,

All flying fluff

Circled above the ground.

I look - and through the birches

Bright May laughs at me,

And dragonflies sing in the grass

Dandelion: Goodbye!

(I. Gurina)

The month of May blooms and warms,

The wind blows over the fields

White lily of the valley blooms

The moth flies over it.

striped, cheerful

The first honey is carried by a bee,

Rustling grass meadows

And steep coasts.

The trees are budding,

Leaves break through.

chicks are hatching,

Summer hot messengers.

Mother-and-stepmother turns yellow,

The hare sows rye in the field.

The first thunder roared

And crumbled into rain.

(I. Gurina)

May has come. forest people

He went out into the garden together.

The black mole is digging the beds,

The hedgehog carries water from the tub,

A fat bear sows a turnip,

Nearby, a thrush sticks cones.

Smiling beaver:

There will be a whole forest of pines!

At the fence a wolf with a cuckoo

The bed is made with parsley.

Planted a carrot bunny

The seagull trimmed the beds.

An elk plows a field,

For him the crow dances,

The woodpecker banged on the tambourine,

So that the moose does not get bored.

A cloud stomps with a bucket,

The first thunder boomed from the sky.

May rain poured plantings

And washed the beds for the animals!

Rural song (A. Pleshcheev)

The grass is green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It flies to us in the canopy.

With her the sun is more beautiful

And spring is sweeter ...

Chirp out of the way

Hello to us soon.

I will give you grains

And you sing a song

What from distant countries

Brought along…

Sincerely, Olga.

S. Marshak

Lily of the valley blossomed in May

On the very holiday - on the first day.

May, seeing off flowers,

The lilac is blooming.

Tatiana Kersten

Everything sings, plays, dances,

The month of May is coming.

There is none brighter and more beautiful,

Raise your hands to the sun!

S. Kozlov

fragrant flowers

The cherries have bloomed! Meet–

Our beloved has come again

Blessed, warm MAY!

First day, month of May!

Get up and get up!

And don't sweat it, wake up

Meet the sun with a song!

Hello Mai! Crow!

Run away to wash.

And at the festive table

I will tell the guests and my mother:

"I love the storm in early May,

When the first spring thunder!"

L. Kim

The month of May slammed the book

That's it guys, it's time for me

I hear the summer rushes skipping,

It's hot outside,

Well I did my job

My labors are there

Planted all gardens

tied fruit,

Yes, I got a little tired

So that's why I and May,

Road to dinner spoon,

And tea is expensive for dessert.

I'll rest well now

I have earned this right.

E. Light

May painted the world green

White, pink, fun!

Take the crayons, run to the yard,

And paint the fence there.

Draw happiness with crayons

And the girls shout: "Hello!"

Draw, write, play!

May has come - it's time to dream...

L. Lukanova

In May on the meadow

Flowers blossomed.

unusual beauty,

These May flowers.

Ya. Yakovleva

The month of May is coming.

The birds sang happily

Returning to a sweet land.

Bloomed, green

All trees and bushes

The bees flew again.

For nectar to flowers.

Ya. Perevoznikova

May is conjuring. May plays

warm sunshine,

Turning into a dandelion

Or even a bunny.

Waltz on the rainbow will perform.

Lightning sparkle special effects.

Drums of thunder will remind.

Well, rain applause.

Crowded at concerts

Seagulls, swallows, rooks.

The young month has broken.

This is how his soul sounds.

I. Avenberg

Greenery on the trees

First leaves.

And on all lawns -

Yellow flowers.

street greyness

warmed by the sun,

Filled with freshness

Bright May color.

In the blue expanse

Twitter doesn't stop

A speck of fun

Butterfly flutters.

S. Rusanovskaya

May flies, May does not sleep,

He plays, he dances!

If you look out the window

Kiss on both cheeks!

He always calls for a walk

Even at night, even in the rain

And do not tell May: "No."

You will definitely go!

Because we are waiting for it

All year, all year!

He has a green beard

Dandelion will bring!

T. Ignatieva

Soon the snow will melt

And the earth will be cleansed.

Let's go out into the garden with dad in May

Let's paint the poplars.

He smears the trunks with lime,

I draw stars on them

Unprecedented beauty

Multicolored flowers.

Lena Kim

In May, grandmothers and mothers

Collecting suitcases

Cucumbers and tomatoes,

And big mountains of seeds.

They go to gardens and cottages.

So what if the rain is crying!

They don't care about the rain

If you hide under a cloak.

And there is also a holiday in May -

Grandma and Grandpa's Day.

Veterans celebrate

This holiday is the day of victory.

R. Red

Look how beautiful!

Flower rain! That's so amazing!

I'm under the apple tree, in the garden,

I've been standing for an hour.

The wind shakes the branches

Showers with petals

From head to toe...

May colorful rite!

A. Golovin

The May yard is flooded with sunshine!

Paint the walls and fence.

Birds singing everywhere...

Rainbow bloom!

In a white hat by the porch

Grandfather is planting trees

Burns dry deadwood.

Our grandfather is like a snowdrop!

Red cat near grandfather

It is important to walk back and forth.

And the cat can't sleep

Goes golden!

May gives a fairy tale again

Come and catch us with your brother!

We are the heroes of the fairy tale

Both are freshly painted!

And self-satisfied

We're flying over the pavement

May gulens,

Yellow and green!

Like candy in a box!

Grandfather said: - Here are the tomboys!

A. Fonina. May

I carry a spring gift with me -

Tulips in the flower beds

And lily of the valley in the forest.

And a riot of lilacs

And apple trees blizzard!

I will open a wide door for you in the summer,

I will dress the trees with young foliage,

And I will spread the grass in a green wave.

I'll take noisy thunderstorms with me,

I will gild the meadows with dandelions.

I will fill the forests and fields with warmth

You just wait, wait for me.

Riddles about May

The fields are green,

The nightingale sings.

The garden is dressed in white

The bees are the first to fly.

Thunder rumbles. Guess,

What month is this?

(May)

The garden tried on white

The nightingale sings a sonnet

Our land is dressed in greenery

We are warmly welcomed...

(May)

A baby runs in bast shoes,

You hear his steps.

He runs and everything blooms

He laughs - everything sings.

Hid happiness in the petals

At the lilac on the bushes.

"My lily of the valley, fragrant!"

Commanded a cheerful ...

(May)

The garden is dressed in white

The bees are the first to fly.

Thunder rumbles. Guess,

What month is this?

(May)

Tight kidneys burst,

And the leaves have hatched

Lilac blossomed in the garden

From day to day the day is longer.

Take off your warm jacket!

Blooming came to us...

(May)

Signs, proverbs and sayings about May

Cold May is a grain-bearing year.

May frost will not squeeze out tears.

May will deceive, he will go into the forest.

March with water, April with grass, and May with flowers.

May has come - paradise under the bush.

May decorates the forests, summer awaits for a visit.

May grass feeds the hungry.

One May dew horses are better than oats.

A small bird is a nightingale, but May knows.

The rain in May raises bread.

Spring rain never fails.

If it rains in May, there will be rye.

The month of May - give hay to the horse, and climb onto the stove yourself.

How many rains in May, so many years to be harvested.

The sky will give rain, and the earth will give rye.

The first spring rain wets the head so that the hair grows as fast as May grass.

A good beginning of May can turn into cold at the end of the month:

When bird cherry blossoms, the cold always lives.

It is especially cold when the oak unfolds.

The nightingale clicked, which means that the birch leaf let go.

The nightingale sings when it can drink dew from a birch leaf.

We develop by playing

Has come Spring, now is the time to introduce the child to its features and watch it together. And then you can draw conclusions from these observations: how nature changes in spring what happens to the environment.

1. How the snow melts.

Take a plastic container and fill it with snow. Bring home. Surely, the child will immediately want to dig into it. The kid will understand when he touches that the snow is cold, and from warm hands it melts (and the hands become wet). Over time, all the snow in the container will melt completely, and water will form there. On the basis of what you saw, draw a conclusion together that this happens in the spring. When the sun warms up, the snow begins to melt, and the resulting water is absorbed by the earth. And so that the child understands this action, offer to water the flowers in the house, and he will see how the water disappears.

2. Bulb in the water.

Place various plant bulbs in cups of water. It can be tulips, onions or garlic. Let the child observe their changes. Over time, he will see how roots, stems, leaves appear.

3. How do plants appear?

It will be a real miracle for a child to see how a plant can grow from a small seed! Prepare a plastic container and divide it into several parts with small cardboard partitions. Then take several kinds of seeds. At the same time, you can teach your baby to distinguish seeds by type: for example, from which seed grows cucumber, wheat, parsley, dill. Let the child plant the seeds in the ground himself. Make signs together with the names of the plants you have planted and place them in the appropriate compartments. Explain that in order for the plant to grow, it needs to be watered and kept warm. Going outside, tell them that all plants and trees also come from seeds. They also need sun and rain. This experience will be useful not only for studying nature, but together you will be able to grow greens at home (parsley, dill, watercress), rich in vitamins that can be used for food.

4. We study insects.

In spring, various insects appear: bees, butterflies, bugs. Watch together how they move: butterflies flutter, bees buzz, bugs crawl, some of them fly. Then put your observations into practice. Make insects together, for example, from nutshells or thread and scraps. Learn about the coloration of these insects. For example, at ladybug- dots, the bee has stripes, the butterfly has beautiful patterns.

All these spring observations will help not only to introduce the child to nature, but also to spend time in an interesting and useful way.

Artists' paintings

Panin Sergey "Early May"

Zhukovsky Stanislav Yulianovich "Old manor. May"

I. I. Levitan "Blossoming apple trees"

Abakumov Mikhail Georgievich "May Evening"

Arkhipova Lyudmila Borisovna "May bouquet"

Arkhipova Lyudmila Borisovna "Blossoming May"

Bolesko Viktor "May"

Butko Viktor Nikolaevich "Joyful May"

Byalynitsky-Birulya Vitold Kaetanovich "Cottage in the garden"

Byalynitsky-Birulya Vitold Kaetanovich "Crimea. Blooming May"

G. Sorokin "May"

Gayderov Mikhail Valentinovich "Sunny May"

Loskutov Evgeniy "My blue May, blue June"

Krymov Nikolai Petrovich "After the spring rain"

Kondratenko Gavriil Pavlovich "Spring in the Crimea. View of Ai-Petri."

Komarov Nikolay "May honey"

Kashina Evgenia "May Morning"

Karabulkin Oleg "May Wind"

Igor Emmanuilovich Grabar "May Evening"

Zhukovsky Stanislav Yulianovich "May. Old manor"

Zhigalov "Joyful May"

Gumerov Rishat "May Day"

Dvortsov Vladimir "May rain"

Evstratova Lyubov "May. In Kolomna."

Evstratova Lyubov "May. Yard."

Evstratova Lyubov "May"

Goryunov Viktor "May"

Gorsky Andrey Petrovich "May Morning at the Bolshoi Theater"

Glushchenko Nikolai Petrovich "Spring day"

Herman Travnikov "May Forest"

Zhukovsky Stanislav Yulianovich "May"

Gayderov Mikhail Valentinovich "The month of May"

Yakovlev B.V. "May Rain"

Shubnikov Pavel "May in Vladimir"

Shevelev Alexander "May noon"

Charina Anna

May is the beauty of spring.

Target: Clarify and systematize children's knowledge about the characteristic features of the month of May.

Tasks: learn to understand the relationship between phenomena inanimate nature and life of plants, animals; between the phenomena of inanimate nature and seasonal types of labor; contribute to the aesthetic experience of the spring awakening of nature.

The course of the conversation.

Today we will talk about one more thing. spring month, and which one you will learn from the riddle:

The fields are green,
The nightingale sings.
The garden is dressed in white.
The bees are the first to fly.
Thunder rumbles. Guess,
What month is this? (May)

The month of May is the last month of spring. If the month of April is considered the "spring of water", then May is the "spring of greenery". This is the month of the first thunderstorms, renewal of the earth, green noise.

I love the storm in early May,

When spring, the first thunder,

As if frolicking and playing,

Rumbles in the blue sky.

The young peals are thundering,

Here the rain splashed, the dust flies,

Rain pearls hung,

And the sun gilds the threads.

(“Spring Thunderstorm” by Fyodor Tyutchev)

In the month of May, thunderstorms are common, often accompanied by hail showers and squally winds. It is not for nothing that people say: "May is cold - a year of grain."

The spring waters ceased to make a noise, watered the earth with life-giving moisture. The best, joyful time of spring has come, when everything turns green, blooms, fills with the juices of life and has fun in nature.

The gentle sun rises higher and higher, warming the earth and flooding everything around with brilliance. Washed with warm spring rains, the grasses in the meadows have turned green.

The Romans called the third month of the year Mayus, in honor of the goddess Maya. Grass or pollen is the old Russian name for the month of May; indeed, everything around is covered with grass, flowers, trees with greenery.

Blooms on hillocks and slopes yellow coltsfoot, in the forest - purple-purple lungwort, yellow goose onion, golden anemone, lilac corydalis, blue sprout, dark purple sleep-grass. Blue violets are blooming, dandelions are everywhere, small marigold rosettes turn yellow along the gentle banks of shallow reservoirs and in meadows. Everyone's favorite, with a delicate but strong aroma, forest bells - lilies of the valley - also bloomed.

Lily of the valley blossomed in May

On the very holiday - on the first day.

May with flowers,

The lilac is blooming.

("May" Samuil Marshak)

For many people, blooming lily of the valley is a symbol of spring. Its graceful white flowers, like pearls, can be found under shady trees, in ravines, on the edges, along the edges of roads. Take care of the lily of the valley! Do not uproot it, on which buds will be laid for flowering next year.

Buds burst on the trees, oily fragrant leaves unfolded, filling the spring air with their aroma. White-trunked birches, aspens, maples, alders, poplars, lindens, elms, ash trees turned green, and mighty oaks only slightly sprinkled with carved leaves. And green smoke hung in the forests, parks and gardens. A spicy aroma spreads in the forest from the blossoming bird cherry. Its flowering usually coincides with a cold snap. How beautiful she is in a snow-white dress! And she gets a lot from soulless people who do not appreciate beauty and aroma, who are ready to break off all the bird cherry. But it does a lot of damage to the tree. Following the bird cherry, lilac blooms, apple trees and pears dress in a white outfit, then the mountain ash is dressed up with cream inflorescences. The sweet scent of flowers hangs in the air.

The month of May is popularly called a songbook, a merry month. This month, the last migratory birds also come to us: at the beginning of the month, cuckoos, nightjars, rollers, swallows, nightingales, then quails, corncrakes, robins, and later all swifts and orioles. Forests, meadows and fields become much livelier.

And a lot, in the sky of a ray, sings of feathered flocks -

All months louder than the cheerful month of May!

Everything around is filled with birdsong. In the forest thickets one can hear the melodic perky whistles of finches, the musical tunes of the song thrush, the flute trills of the chiffchaff, the loud voice of the cuckoo. A short and gentle trill of a robin is heard, warblers and redstarts sing, and nightingale singing is heard from the bushes all night long. The forest rings from bird songs from morning to morning. The most unsurpassed soloist is the nightingale. Until mid-June, you can still hear the singing of birds, but as soon as their chicks hatch, there is no time left for songs, you need to feed them with click beetles, leaf beetles, weevils, as well as caterpillars, flies and spiders - forestry pests.

Collective farmers have a hot time for sowing and planting potatoes. Usually, in the first half of May, the sowing of early spring crops is completed: wheat, barley, oats, peas, annual grasses, sugar and fodder beets, then potatoes are planted, corn is sowed, cereals are sowed: buckwheat and millet. All this must be done in the shortest possible time. best time and with high quality. It is not for nothing that they say: “In the spring you will be late for an hour, you won’t make up for a year”, “If you miss the deadlines, you will lose bread.”

The month of May is the end of spring, the threshold of summer. According to the calendar, spring ends with the last May leaf. And the people have their own sign: spring will end when the forest wild rose blooms.

Folk omens about the weather and sayings:

The rain in May raises bread.

Spring is red with flowers, and autumn with sheaves.

Whoever does not try in the spring will miss the harvest in the fall.

April with water, May with grass.

May decorates the forests, invites summer to visit.

There are two cold weathers in May: when the bird cherry blossoms and when the oak blossoms.

If the lark is not heard from the very dawn, it will rain.

A beautiful and never unforgettable time of the May renewal of nature.

The month of May slammed the book

That's it guys, it's time for me

I hear the summer rushes skipping,

It's hot outside,

Well I did my job

My labors are there

Planted all gardens

tied fruit,

Yes, I got a little tired

So that's why I and May,

Road to dinner spoon,

And tea is expensive for dessert.

I'll rest well now

I have earned this right.

Greenery on the trees
First leaves.
And on all lawns -
Yellow flowers.
street greyness
warmed by the sun,
Filled with freshness
Bright May color.
In the blue expanse
Twitter doesn't stop
A merry speck of a butterfly flutters.

May painted the world green
White, pink, fun!
Take the crayons, run to the yard,
And paint the fence there
Draw happiness with crayons
And the girls shout:
Hello!
Draw, write, play!
May has come - it's time to dream ...

Everything sings, plays, dances,
The month of May is coming.
There is none brighter and more beautiful,
Raise your hands to the sun!

May flies, May does not sleep,
He plays, he dances!
If you look out the window
Kiss on both cheeks!
He always calls for a walk
Even at night, even in the rain
And do not tell May: "No."
You will definitely go!
Because we are waiting for it
All year, all year!
He has a green beard
Dandelion will bring!

Look how beautiful!
Flower rain! That's so amazing!
I'm under the apple tree, in the garden,
I've been standing for an hour.
The wind shakes the branches
Showers with petals
From head to toe...
May colorful rite!

Blue May. A glowing warmth.
The ring at the gate will not ring.
Wormwood has a sticky smell.
Sleeping bird cherry in a white cape.

In the wooden wings of the window
Together with frames in thin curtains
The eccentric moon knits
Lace patterns on the floor.

Our chamber, though small,
But clean. I'm with me at my leisure...
This evening, my whole life is dear to me,
What a nice memory of a friend.

The garden will blaze like a foamy fire,
And the moon, straining all the forces,
Wants everyone to tremble
From the poignant word "darling".

Only I am in this flower, in this expanse,
Under the talyanka of a merry May,
I can't wish for anything
Everything as it is, endlessly accepting.

I accept - come and appear,
All appear, in which there is pain and joy ...
Peace be upon you, noisy life.
Peace be with you, blue cool.

May painted the world green
White, pink, fun!
Take the crayons, run to the yard,
And paint the fence there
Draw happiness with crayons
And the girls shout: "Hello!"
Draw, write, play!
May has come - it's time to dream...

That month May, that month is mine
I was so light
and, spreading over the earth,
I was attracted by the weather's flightiness.

I was so generous, generous
in happy anticipation of singing,
and with frivolity carduelis
I dipped my feathers into the air.

But, thank God, my eyes became
and more insightful, and stricter,
and every breath and every takeoff
it costs me more.

And I'm part of the secrets of the day.
His manifestations are revealed to me.
I look around
with the grin of an old Jew.

I see the rooks roaring
hanging over the black snow,
how boring women look,
bent over knitting.

And somewhere, blowing a pipe,
not respecting the flower beds and beds,
someone else's child runs
and violate their order.

I love the storm in early May,
When spring, the first thunder,
As if frolicking and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.

Thundering peals of the young!
Here the rain splashed, the dust flies ...
Rain pearls hung,
And the sun gilds the threads...

An agile stream runs from the mountain,
In the forest, the din of birds does not stop,
And the noise of the forest, and the noise of the mountains -
Everything echoes merrily thunders...

You say: windy Hebe,
Feeding Zeus' eagle
A thundering cup from the sky
Laughing, spilled on the ground!

First day, month of May!
Get up and get up!
And don't sweat it, wake up
Meet the sun with a song!

Hello Mai! Crow!
Run away to wash.
And at the festive table
I will tell the guests and my mother:
"I love the storm in early May,
When the first spring thunder!

Violets, lilies of the valley
Merry May in silence for us.
But we won't cut them off.
Let them bloom for the joy of people!

Green, red, bright May,
Take off the boys' coats.
Dress the trees in leaves
Ring the streams all day long.
Where will I go in May
Everywhere I find the sun.

Bird cherry, bird cherry, why are you standing white?
For a spring holiday, for May it blossomed.
And you, grass-ant, that you creep softly?
For a spring holiday, for a May day.
And you, thin birches, that are now green?
For a holiday, for a holiday, for May, for spring!

The golden dandelion was beautiful, young,
He was not afraid of anyone, not even the wind itself.
The golden dandelion has grown old and turned gray.
And as soon as he turned gray, he flew away with the wind.

A lily of the valley was born on a May day,
And the forest keeps it.
It seems to me that his behind -
And all of it will ring.
And this ringing will hear the meadow,
Both birds and flowers
Let's listen, what if
I will hear you too.

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 idiosyncratic 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. "The 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.