Write a quatrain about winter 3. Children's poems about winter. O. Vysotskaya. Snow bunny
home
Dandelion from snowflakes
Winter will bring it to his lips,
Just a whiff - and there's fluff
The seeds will scatter.
The dandelion flies around
There's a fire burning in the windows,
Winter evening substitutes
Palm to white stars.
(T. Shorygina)
2. Winter Planet
Living in Antarctica is not easy:
There's no place colder!
There's a hundred kilos of snow falling there
Seven Fridays a week.
It's minus one hundred when it's winter,
And minus forty in the summer,
It's cold there day and night
And everything is covered in snow! There's always a holiday there
New Year
And castles, like in a fairy tale.
The chilly wind blows there
Ice sled.
In the sled - winter-winter,
Dressed in fur and silk:
She flies and hurries faster
Farther away from summer
To a palace made of snow, made of ice,
To the Winter Planet,
Weave fabrics out of snow
And send it around the world.
(E. Tsegelnik)
3. Hello, Winter!
Still smoking and spinning
free river,
But the puddles won't melt
Already for sure.
Still in a cheerful panic
Snowflakes don't fly
But the roofs are like gingerbread
They shine under the frost.
Still deserted and boring
Indoor skating rinks,
But we are twisted by impatience
"Snow Maiden" proboscis!
And skiers dream of crosses
And I dream of coolness.
Long live the frosts!
Long live winter!
(O. Fokina)
4. Winter has come White snow
, fluffy,
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
The days have become short,
The sun shines little
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
(I. Surikov)
5. Do you recognize winter?
There are deep snows all around,
Wherever I look,
A blizzard is sweeping and swirling.
Do you recognize winter?
The rivers fell asleep under the ice,
Frozen motionless
A blizzard is sweeping and swirling.
The snowdrifts are burning like silver.
We race down the mountain on skis,
The wind is at our back.
A blizzard is sweeping and swirling.
There is no more fun time than that!
We will bring thick spruce
For the holiday our beloved,
We'll hang the beads on it.
Do you recognize winter?
6. Winter handicraft
Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Oh, if only spring would come soon...
(E. Yavetskaya)
7. Winter Time
The time of winter comes with December,
Only she doesn’t know this subtlety
And in November the earth will be covered with snow,
There will be a skating rink for the children on the puddles.
So the work will go on slowly,
Zimushka knows that time does not wait.
Snow powder will cover the paths.
The branches of the trees will cover everything with snow,
It will hide their pristine nakedness.
The severe frost will hide us in our houses,
And everyone will weave lace on the glass.
On a clear, frosty, fine day
Children will run to the skating rink in a crowd.
Adults will most likely prefer skis
And in winter forest they'll go for a walk.
Snowflakes swirl in the winter in a waltz,
Their cut is made with thin openwork.
Children will play snowballs in the yard,
The snow woman will then be sculpted.
Only with winter will magic come:
Songs, carols for Christmas.
We are looking forward to the winter arrival,
WITH a new dream celebrate the New Year.
(N. Belostotskaya)
8. Our windows are brushed white
Our windows are brushed white
Santa Claus painted.
He dressed the pole with snow,
The garden was covered in snow.
Shouldn't we get used to the snow?
Should we hide our nose in a fur coat?
As soon as we come out, we shout:
- Hello Dedushka Moroz!
Let's ride and have fun!
Light sleds - take off!
Who will fly like a bird
Who will curl up right in the snow.
The snow is fluffy, softer than cotton wool,
Let's shake ourselves off and run.
We are funny guys
We don't shiver from the cold.
(L. Voronkova)
9. Oh, winter-winter
Oh you, winter-winter,
You came with the frosts,
She made snowdrifts for us
Ice braids.
Ran barefoot
It's fun along the paths,
Lace for us later
The windows were curtained.
We love to drive in winter
Round dance at the Christmas tree,
And sculpt snowmen,
And ride down the hill,
We love the winter chill
But despite all this
We sit and drink tea,
The one that smells like summer.
(T. Shatskikh)
10. Birch
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
(S. Yesenin)
11. Winter stroller
A stroller rides across the sky -
Dark gray color.
And in a stroller on a bed
White snowstorms are dormant.
She lulls them to sleep
Snow-white winter.
How will these little ones wake up?
As they rise to their feet,
How these children whistle -
Everything in the world will turn white.
(V. Orlov)
12. Coming of Winter
Winter passed unbidden
Winter came in secret
The next morning - I messed it up
All the streets are covered in snow.
Hello, it's fun time, -
Get your skates ready quickly!
And next to our school
Snowmen are growing.
(V. Nesterenko)
13. The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep."
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.
(A. Fet)
14. What are you doing, Winter?
What are you doing, Winter?
- I’m building a miracle tower!
I'll sprinkle snow silver,
I decorate everything around.
The carousel will spin,
A rollicking blizzard!
I'll try in the morning
The kids weren't bored
For the tree to light up,
Let the three go!
Winter has countless worries:
The holiday is coming - New Year!
(R. Farhadi)
https://site/stixi-pro-zimu/
15. Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.
Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
(A. Prokofiev)
16. Well, winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing...
Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing,
Sweeps, twists, winds,
Burns with frost, suffocates with ice,
Drives you into a hot house.
A flashy Christmas tree
It will almost fly into the house like a dragonfly.
Will fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will flow.
(V. Alexandrov)
17. Frost
Frosts for service
Winter comes out.
Big frosts
The houses are freezing.
Less frost -
A car, a horse.
And the smallest one
Freezes me.
Home - who is faster -
Let's run with him.
And it seems to me that he
Terribly big.
(I. Shevchuk)
18. Winter wonder
With funny songs
Into the old dark forest
Winter has arrived
With a chest of miracles.
She opened the chest,
I took out everyone’s outfits,
On birches, maples
I put on the lace.
For tall spruce trees
And gray oak
Zimushka got it
Snow coats.
Covered the river
With thin ice,
As if glazed
Blue glass.
(E. Nilova)
19. Winter in the forest
It's become noticeable
Navigated.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pine trees
On the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And got tangled in the branches
Violent snowstorms.
(N. Goncharov)
https://site/stixi-pro-zimu/
20. Wonderful picture,
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
21. Meeting winter
Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere;
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We will never get used to it, -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!
(I. Nikitin)
22. The ponds are bound until March,
The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.
(E. Rusakov)
23. So recently to our window
So recently at our window
Every day the sun was shining
And now the time has come -
There was a blizzard in the field.
They ran away with a ringing song,
She covered everything like a diaper,
Fluffed with snow fluff,
It became empty and deaf everywhere.
The river does not ring with waves
Under icy clothes.
The forest is silent, looks sad,
No fussing birds are heard.
(I. Kupala)
24. Winter has come
At night the wind howled like a wolf
And he hit the roof with a stick.
In the morning we looked out the window,
There's a magical movie:
Rolled out the white canvas
Sketched some bright stars
And hats for home
Winter has come.
(V. Fetisov)
25. Chrysanthemums
On the window, silver with frost,
The chrysanthemums bloomed overnight.
In the upper windows - the sky is bright blue
And getting stuck in the snow dust.
The sun rises, cheerful from the cold,
The window glows golden.
The morning is quiet, joyful and young,
Everything is covered in white snow.
(I.A. Bunin)
26. Enchantress in Winter
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain...
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
(Fedor Tyutchev)
27. Arithmetic of winter
It takes away a lot
We are in a frosty winter.
And what to deprive, he decides
Without consulting, on my own.
Minus leaves, minus grass -
Minus the long days
Minus the warm shop
And swings, horizontal bars.
Minus fresh fruit tastes,
Cold - minus twenty-five.
But, of course, there are also advantages
We will find it again in winter.
Plus skates, snowballs and skis,
Plus gifts for the New Year.
Plus more desirable and closer
Every day spring comes.
(G. Dyadina)
28. Hello, Mother Winter
Hello, in a white sundress
Made of silver brocade.
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
29. It’s like there’s a bear in a den,
It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox bushy tail.
(P. Komarov)
https://site/stixi-pro-zimu/
30. Winter morning
What a miracle this morning is,
A sight for sore eyes - just wow!
Santa Claus was everywhere:
The city is in white lace.
In white tender curls -
All the trees, all the bridges...
Like white lambs -
There are bushes behind the fences.
Well, the sun is above the chimney -
Like a scarlet candy...
I wish we could have something like this with you!
Hey sunshine, well done!
(O. Kulnevskaya)
31. Winter is singing...
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
(S. Yesenin)
32. Winter colors
Winter has prepared
Paints everything for everyone herself.
Field - the best white,
Zoryam - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sparkles.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
Like an artist, he paints in different ways:
whoever plays paints it red.
Who is afraid to move -
Blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint it differently!
(V. Fetisov)
33. A cheerful winter has come
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be fun
It doesn't end any longer!
(I. Chernetskaya)
34. How winter worked!
How winter worked!
What a smooth border
Without breaking the outlines,
She lay down on the roofs of slender buildings.
Around the whitening ponds -
Bushes in fluffy sheepskin coats.
And wire wires
Hidden in snow-white tubes.
Snowflakes fell from the sky
In such a random mess
And went to bed on a smooth bed
And they strictly bordered the forest.
(S. Marshak)
35. Winter is fun
How much snow is in the bins
At the blizzard!
On the heavenly millstones
The clouds are rolling.
The hostess has a blizzard
So much to do -
Bake snowdrift pies,
Lush, white!
How much snow does winter have!
White fringe threads
I hung it on the branches,
I wove thin lace,
I invited everyone to the holiday.
Funny!
36. Winter has come with frosts
Winter has come with frosts,
With frosts, with blizzards,
Snowdrifts under birches,
White and white under the spruce trees.
On the elms outside the outskirts
A set of white beads.
And the air burns and stings,
And it smells like watermelon.
An invigorating winter has come,
Ringing, crispy,
With school tasks
And hot stoves.
We love frosty days
Elastic ice rink,
Starry night sky
And a noisy New Year!
Winter has come with firecrackers,
With candies, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.
Winter with a cheerful mask
Comes to our houses.
A magical, good fairy tale
It feels like winter to us!
(O. Vysotskaya)
37. Winter has come to us again!
Snow falls on houses:
Winter has come to us again!
Brought it in a knapsack
Blizzards and drifting snow,
Cold, snowdrifts, ice
And, of course, New Year!
(M. Druzhinina)
38. Winter has come
Winter has finally come
Covered everything with snow,
Blue ringing ice
The river was glazed,
Slender Christmas trees in the forest
Told a fairy tale
And there's lace on the windows
I knitted one that night.
And on birch branches
IN quiet time dawns
I laid it down, barely breathing,
Sparks of gems.
(D. Popov)
39. Silvery winter
Winter has come
silver,
Covered with white snow
the field is clean.
Daytime skating with children
everything is rolling
At night in the snowy lights
crumbles...
Writes a pattern in the windows
ice-pin
And knocking on our yard
with a fresh Christmas tree.
(R. Kudasheva)
40. Hello, winter-winter!
Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!
(G. Ladonshchikov)
41. Elegant winter
Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
(M. Pozharova)
Poems about winter for children help to tell your child about the charm of winter in an interesting and easy way. Children listen to poems with pleasure and learn them easily. Winter is the most beautiful time of the year and it is no coincidence that so many poems have been written about winter.
Poems about winter are short and beautiful
These short and beautiful poems help show your child the mesmerizing beauty of winter. It will not be difficult for even the youngest children to learn them.
The stars began to spin,
They began to lie down on the ground.
No, not stars, but fluffs,
not fluff, but snowflakes!
Soon, soon New Year!
Soon Santa Claus will come.
He brings us gifts
And he asks us to read poetry.
When I was eating an icicle,
It was delicious.
And when I got sick -
It became very sad...
Oh, you winter-winter!
White fluffy snow
Scattered it all over the houses
And the ice is clean.
And sparkle in silence
White snowflakes,
And draws on the window
Santa Claus pictures.
Poems about the New Year
Poems about winter for children 3-4 years old
Our favorite snowman
His head completely drooped:
The hare carried it into the forest at night
He has a carrot nose!
Don't be sad, snowman,
We will help you in trouble instantly,
We'll give you a new nose,
The nose is good, the nose is spruce!
We tear off the calendar, January begins.
In January, in January there is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow on the roof, on the porch,
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house -
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.
Spinning easily and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
The snow fell thick and white at night -
The room is bright from the snow.
The flying fluff is a little powdery,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day - fuller and better,
Fuller and better New Year...
Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Poems about winter for children 4-5 years old
There is frosty frost on the glass,
How many dashes and lines!
I'm the only one who knows
Who's standing there at the window?
The Snow Maiden breathes on the glass
And diligently writes letters,
She moves her finger herself:
“C” - snowflakes, “3” - winter.
Frost on glass
I drew patterns.
In soft silver
Cats and fences
People and houses
Lanterns, boulevards...
The wipers are sweeping
Sad sidewalks.
And they grumble under their breath:
“The sky is leaking!”
Zimushka-winter
Covered with snow.
The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.
Poems about winter for children 5-6 years old
The hedgehog looks at the snowflakes.
“These,” he thinks, “are hedgehogs...
White, spiny
And besides, they are volatile.”
Spider on a web
He also looks at the snowflakes:
“Look how brave
These flies are white!
The hare looks at the snowflakes:
“These are hare fluffs...
Apparently the hare is covered in fluff -
He's scratching his fur coat upstairs."
A boy looks at snowflakes:
“Perhaps these are funny things?..”
He won't understand why
He's having a lot of fun.
How much snow has fallen!
Everything around is white and white!
The snow is spinning, the snow is sparkling,
It falls softly under your feet.
And we can’t count the snowflakes,
And there are six rays in each!
Who drew the pattern?
The one who bound the river with ice.
Who pinches our cheeks and nose?
Well, of course, it's frosty.
He, the prankster, played a prank,
Turned the city into a fairy tale!
Get the sleigh quickly
And let's go up the hill with us!
We are not afraid of frost,
Let's take a walk and have some fun!
We'll come to mom wet,
And we’ll fall asleep happy.
Snow sparkles in the sun
Silver cloth!
We can’t sit with our friends -
There's plenty to do outside!
Play hockey at the skating rink
And have a snow fight,
It's fun to slide down the hill
Friendly, fun, in a crowd!
Break a bouquet of rowan berries
And, laughing, dive into a snowdrift!
And then... crystal frost
Gently shake off the branches.
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
Poems about winter for children 6-7 years old
White fluffy snow
, fluffy,
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest - what a hat
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
Strong, unstoppable...
God's days are short
The days have become short,
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls perfectly,
Why is no one happy?
Winter sings and echoes...
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds.
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window...
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
And if you and your child like to hold books in your hands and turn the pages, I recommend paying attention to these children’s books with poems about winter and the New Year:
Winter knocked on the door,
Children are happy about the snow:
Sleds, slides and skates -
Simply heavenly days!
poet Flower
White snowflakes, light fluffs,
It’s like sparks are burning in the guys’ palms.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.
N. Goncharov
Mom, don't be afraid that I'll get sick!
Mom, don’t be afraid that I’ll get a sore throat!
Let the flu tremble, let the virus be afraid:
I'm flying down the hill on a sled!!
poet Flower
Who made these snowflakes?
Who is responsible for the work?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And he grabbed me by the nose!
G. Novitskaya
The snow is falling quietly,
Winter has come, my friend!
We play, we have fun,
And we are not afraid of frost!
Christmas trees, toys, a lot of gifts -
Well, finally, New Year!
Children are happy, adults are happy too:
“He came and left again...”
poet Flower
You can play snowballs
You can take the “baba” for a ride.
If only there was a janitor in the morning
The snow wasn't shoveled out of the yard!
poet Flower
I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I don’t waste them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
S. Ostrovsky
The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.
S. Ostrovsky
An icicle in winter is tastier than Chupa Chups,
Mom, don’t argue, I’m right!
In the evening - cough, throat - hoarse?
Well, this is not forever!
poet Flower
Mom, work, why are you ringing?
I won’t freeze, I won’t fall,
Well, it’s okay if I break the sled,
The main thing is: I’ll come to eat!
poet Flower
Don't wake up mom in the morning, mom sleeps on Sunday!
Pull on your jacket and hat... if you forgot your mittens -
Then she will call you!
poet Flower
“I want to overeat with candy,
I want a cool bike like this!”
I am writing to the one who brings gifts at night,
Do you hear, Santa, Russian snow grandfather?
poet Flower
Dumplings, dumplings with cabbage, mushrooms,
What won’t fit into you in the summer, no way,
With hot borscht and delicious sour cream
In winter, eating two plates is a trifle!
poet Flower
The stream gurgles under the bridge,
He knocks on the ice with his fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Did you close the door and take away the key?
E. Kokhan
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?
V. Berestov
Light white snow
So similar to cottage cheese!
I just won’t eat it,
After all, snowflakes are a miracle!
A. Romanova
Snowfall, snowfall.
He walked day and night in a row.
He walked through the field, he walked through the forest,
I also looked under the awnings,
He rested in peace on the house,
And we realized: winter.
When is it ever so slippery?
When else is it so snowy?
Christmas trees are dressed in winter
Beautiful and so gentle.
poet Flower
It gets so cold in winter
That even Christmas trees are wrapped in fur coats.
The boys should all wear it, although it’s annoying,
Scarves and mittens are very necessary!
poet Flower
Fields, trees, rivers sleep,
Bears and hedgehogs sleep.
Only bunnies in warm fur coats
They don't go to bed until spring.
poet Flower
Pines - in warm hats,
There are Christmas trees - everyone is wearing fur coats.
So, every day it’s not for nothing that mom
She wraps up her boys in winter.
poet Flower
It's such a shame to be sick when it's school holidays.
And when all your friends are on the street!
Mom, treat me with all the medicines,
Today I agree to be smart!
poet Flower
Tea with raspberries is very useful.
Especially if your nose is dripping.
It's also useful to listen to your mother.
And dress warmly in the cold!
poet Flower
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
A. Brodsky
That's it, I'm full! I can’t see the cake and sweets anymore!
But it’s still a pity that you can overeat on sweets
Only one night a year!
poet Flower
Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he is already without brushes, without paints
He painted all our windows overnight!
K.Bilić
Yalinka - beauty, like a girl's braid -
Green, thin, dovga.
poet Flower
How to learn a poem with your child
How nice it is to listen to a child read poetry. And if the child is also happy to teach them, then the parents simply cannot be happier with their child. However, not all children are so happy to learn poems. And parents sometimes give up, not knowing what to do, how to force their baby to learn the verse assigned at school.
The first thing the child does is immediately try to justify himself, constantly repeating that he doesn’t want to or can’t. Some, without saying anything, begin to go about their business. The reason, naturally, is the reluctance to learn a large amount of information. This is a kind of protective reaction of the child’s brain so that there is no overload.
But in any matter you can find an approach. There are also methods for studying poetry. Before forcing your child to start studying, calm your little one down. Tell your child that if he doesn’t want to learn the poem, then no one will force him. Tell your baby that you will tell him a story, and he will have to repeat your story after you. And most importantly, do not overwork the child yourself. Learn two lines a day. For the first time, this will be enough so as not to overload the baby’s brain and not frighten him. And it’s easier for your child to repeat such a small amount of text after you.
Then you need to talk with the child and find out if there are words or phrases that the baby does not understand or the meaning of which he does not know. If the child cannot repeat them, just listen to which words he pronounces incorrectly, or maybe does not pronounce the line with this word at all. Explain to your child the meaning of a word or phrase, giving examples that are more understandable to your child.
As soon as all the words are clear to the young reader, begin studying. Start with the first line, repeating it until the baby pronounces it completely without your help. Only then can you proceed to the second. Study the second line in the same way as the first until the child repeats it completely without a single hesitation. Connect the first and second lines and repeat them several times until the child can repeat it again without your help. Next comes the third line, then the fourth, and so on until the end of the poem. It is by following this sequence that the child will learn the poem without putting much strain on the brain.
There is another way to study the poem. It is worth using if the first method does not help. Then it’s worth, as they say, to take it by storm, i.e. repeat lines repeatedly to the child until he can repeat them on his own. Pretend that you are reading for yourself, but the child should sit next to you. Repeat the poem at least three times, and then break it into lines and repeat them over and over again. In this matter, your personal attitude towards poetry is of no small importance. Therefore, be interested in this activity yourself and show your child that you like this activity. Always, whether you read one line or the entire poem, do it with expression, convey the mood of the poem. Do not reprimand the poem, but read it with the right intonation.
Studying poems helps develop a child’s memory, and the second method allows you to memorize several lines at a time.
To avoid difficult acquaintance with poetry in the future, accustom your child to them from birth. Periodically read him poems and riddles. poetic form, various children's nursery rhymes. If a mother accustoms her baby to rhymes from birth, the child’s memory will develop much better. Also, during this time, the child gets used to rhymes and in the future, if a situation arises, there will be no problems with studying poetry. The child will be happy to please his family by reading the next poem.
You can learn rhymes in a playful way. This will make it much more interesting for the child, and he won’t even notice how quickly he learns the poem. To do this, take a ball that you throw to the baby, saying a line of verse each time. After the baby repeats this line, he throws the ball back to you. Then you say the second line and so on until the end of the poem. Sometimes you can change the course of the game, and when the poem becomes clear to the baby, you can throw a ball for each word that the child repeats, throwing the ball back to you.
You can draw poems, presenting them in one picture, or make a book of sketches based on this poem. And you might end up cute))). A children's verse will also look very beautiful on mom, grandma, dad...
If you really want your child to love poetry and not be afraid of rhymes, use them as often as possible in Everyday life. These could be lines from songs, words from cartoons, or you can come up with new ones yourself. Periodically use your rhymes when talking with your child. Then in the future, when the child is asked at school or kindergarten learn a verse, this will not be news for a child and it will not be difficult for you to learn these few lines.
Amazing girl Diana (6 years old) reads a wonderful poem
Winter - the frost is getting stronger, snow is swirling outside the window, rosy-cheeked children are happily rolling down the slide, and the house is warm and cozy... Read the poems we have selected about winter - perhaps you will want to go outside and play in the snow?! Why sit at home when there is such snow-white beauty outside the window!
see also
Poems about winter for children and adults
Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
M. Pozharova
***
It's getting cold
The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.
He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.
Get used to the cold! -
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter dream
I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter evening
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
A. S. Pushkin
***
Tricky sled
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.
I. Bursov
***
Winter is the most fun time
Winter is the most fun time
Sit by the stove by the red coals,
Eat hot flatbreads,
Climb into a snowdrift with boot tops,
Skate around the entire pond
And immediately fall into bed.
Spring is the most fun time
Scream among the green fields
Sitting on a hill with a Barboska
And think about white winter,
Fluffy willows to break
And throw stones into the lake.
And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
While swimming, surf the wave,
Chasing a squirrel from pine to pine,
Lighting fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field...
But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pluck plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will grow moss with a horned...
The threshing machine is knocking in the distance - And the rye on the carts reaches the ground...
Sasha Cherny
***
Birch
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Sergey Yesenin
***
Winter has come
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
I. Chernitskaya
***
On skates
I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! So I slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
The ice crunched and quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! full speed –
From pond to ditch...
One-two! down a slippery slope...
One and two! funny legs...
One-two! forward and forward...
Sasha Cherny
***
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.
A. Prokofiev
***
I know what I need to come up with
I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.
I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.
Agniya Barto
***
Winter
White snow, fluffy swirling in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
The dark forest covered itself with a wonderful cap
And he fell asleep under her soundly, soundly...
God's days are short, the sun shines little,
Now the frosts have arrived - and winter has come.
The toiling peasant pulled out his sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
The peasant has been waiting for winter and cold for a long time,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not blow snow.
He is now calm - everything is covered,
And he is not afraid of the angry frost.
I. Surikov
Konstantin Balmont "SNOWFLAKE"
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.
In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.
His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
Evgeny Baratynsky
Where is the sweet whisper
My forests?
Streams of murmurs,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With its bark
The stream grows numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.
Afanasy Fet
The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.
Afanasy Fet
Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”
Afanasy Fet
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
Afanasy Fet
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To breathe in the cold.
Samuel Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. JANUARY"
Open the calendar -
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.
Samuel Marshak “ALL YEAR ROUND. FEBRUARY"
The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
It curls like a snake on the ground
Light drifting snow.
Over the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft flights.
Glory to the dear army
On her birthday!
Sergey Mikhalkov “WHITE POEMS”
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough work for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Only the janitor, only the janitor
He says: “I am this Tuesday.”
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day long,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats left me,
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Fedor Tyutchev
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
Daniil Kharms
I walked along the swamp in winter
In galoshes,
In Hat
And with glasses.
Suddenly someone rushed along the river
On metal
Hooks.
I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his feet,
Sat down,
Jumped
And disappeared.
And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
"How strange
Planks
And incomprehensible
Hooks!
Mikhail Isakovsky “WINTER EVENING”
Behind the window in the white field -
Dusk, wind, snow...
You're probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.
While the winter evening is short,
She leaned over the table:
Either you write or you read,
What are you thinking about?
The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
There is silence in the old house,
And you're a little sad
That today you are alone.
Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
All the roads are empty
Your friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.
The snowstorm covered the paths, -
It's not easy to get through.
But there's fire in your window
Visible very far away.
Sergey Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Sergey Yesenin “BIRCH”
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
Alexander Blok “DIlapidated Hut”
Dilapidated hut
It's all covered in snow.
Grandma-old lady
Looking 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 already melted,
It's spring outside!
Nikolay Nekrasov “SNOWBALL”
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
- Who are you singing for, blizzard?
With silver horns?
— For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.
Bunin Ivan “FIRST SNOW”
It smelled like winter cold
To the fields and forests.
Light up bright purple
Before sunset the sky.
At night the storm raged,
And with dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow started to fall.
And today over the wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye belatedly
A string of geese.
A.S. Pushkin “WINTER MORNING”
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
A.S. Pushkin
What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.
And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...
Wonderful picture
A. Fet
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon.
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
The bitter cold is bitter...
I. Nikitin
The bitter frost is bitter,
It's dark outside;
Silver frost
He closed the window.
Winter joy
G. Ladonshchikov
White snow-snowball
It burns and stings.
Come out, my friend,
Beyond the outskirts.
There's a snowy mountain there
Powdered,
There was a ski track yesterday
Paved by me.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest,
We'll bring it home
Winter joy.
Made noise, walked around
I. Nikitin
Made noise, walked around
There is bad weather in the field;
Covered with white snow
Smooth road.
Covered with white snow,
There was no trace left.
Dust and blizzard rose,
Out of sight.
Snow bunny
O. Vysotskaya
We made a snowball
The ears were made later
And just
Instead of eyes
We found some coals.
The rabbit came out alive!
He has a tail and a head!
For the mustache
Don't delay -
They are made from straws!
Long, shiny,
Definitely real!
Like on a hill - snow, snow...
I. Tokmakova
Like on a hill - snow, snow,
And under the hill - snow, snow,
And on the tree there is snow, snow,
And under the tree there is snow, snow.
And a bear sleeps under the snow.
Hush hush. Keep quiet!
Snow
A. Barto
Snow, snow is spinning,
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.
Black ice
V. Berestov
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?!
The whole skating rink is lit up
A. Barto
The whole skating rink is lit up,
The whole skating rink
How many legs are there on skates?
How many legs!
Everyone keeps saying: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
Things are not going my way!
Wow! Things are not going my way:
Bang! And onto the ice!
Better take off your skates
Clubfoot!
Snowflakes
G. Novitskaya
Who are the snowflakes
Did you make these?
To work
Who's responsible?
- I! - answered Santa Claus
And grabbed me
By the nose!
Snowflakes
A. Melnikov
Snowflakes are flying,
Almost invisible
There are always so many of them in winter.
And here I am a snowflake -
Fluffy piece of ice
Finally caught it with my hand.
I cried quietly
Crystal ice...
On a warm palm
A tear remains
Snowball
G. Novitskaya
I cherish a snowball in my hands
And I warm you with my breath.
Look my snowball
Turned into a trickle!
Oh, don't stand in the way!
He is in a hurry to find spring!
Zimushka-winter
T. Bokova
Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind's wings knock on sleepy houses.
Squares and parks bloom in snowy whiteness.
And the frost erects arches over the forest path.
Winter forest
S. Ostrovsky
Autumn gilded the forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding has disappeared.
How nice it is in winter!
E. Snitsaruk
Cleanliness and freshness all around.
How nice it is in winter!
The air is clean and frosty,
And I don’t want to go home.
But it's freezing,
Climbs under the coat
No matter how good it is in winter,
But I’m hurrying home to the warmth.
Candy
I. Vekshegonova
The snow lies like sugar
Blue powder!
How our world works
Joyful and wise!
Here's an icicle hanging
In the shimmer of light
And sister Ulka
Thinks: candy!
A. Malaev
A snowdrift grew overnight,
Everything has become like winter.
Let's go to the forest for a tree,
But this is not enough.
We need to meet you soon
Flying bullfinches towards us!
Snow was falling on the threshold,
The cat made himself a pie.
While I was frying, while I was baking,
The pie flowed away like a stream.
Bake your own pies,
Not from snow - from flour!
V. Kalinkin
Here comes winter
In the morning on the puddles
Thin ice.
, fluffy,
First snowball.
The guys came out
From kindergarten.
First snowball -
It's a joy for the kids.
Winding down the street
Light fluff.
Children admire:
How good!
Mikhail Sadovsky
First snow!
First snow!
He lies
On everyone's rooftops
At the kiosks,
On the boulevards
On the coat
On the sidewalks
By cars,
On the pillars
On sagging
Seeing off!