Poems about the world are short for 4 lines. Short congratulations on your birthday in verse. All year round. October

October

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

V. Berestov

colorful wind

After summer comes autumn
The wind sings yellow songs to her.
Leaves spread red under the feet,
A white snowflake flies into the blue.

V. Stepanov

Autumn

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

E. Intulov

Autumn

Autumn is walking in our park,
Autumn gives gifts to everyone:
Red beads - rowan,
Pink apron - aspen,
Umbrella yellow - poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

I. Vinokurov

"In the aspen forest..."

In the aspen forest
Aspens tremble.
Breaks the wind
From aspens scarves.
He is on the path
Throw off scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come...

V. Stepanov

Leaves are golden, fall, fly,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a good bouquet of them,
We'll put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.

E. Blaginina

Maple and Christmas trees

There is no hope for salvation! -
Autumn Maple half-dressed.
And the wind-thief is happy to try -
Rip off the golden outfit.
But Christmas trees do not give up -
Their needles are sharp!

S. Ostrovsky

All year round. October

In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
Grass is dead in the meadows
The grasshopper was silent.
Firewood prepared
For the winter for stoves.

S. Marshak

Autumn. Frosty in the morning.
In the groves of yellow leaf fall.
Leaves near the birch
They lie like a golden carpet.
In the puddles, the ice is transparent blue.
There is white frost on the leaves.

E. Golovin

wasps

Wasps are yellower by autumn,
Striped and meaner -
Apparently, grandmother's compote
It does not give them rest.
And jam, and jam
We have, and they
It's a shame.
(V. Stepanov)

naughty rain

Rain, rain, you listen:
Don't walk barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears cold in a knapsack,
You will turn white - you will become snow -
You won't melt until April.
(T. Koneva)

mischievous people

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

autumn

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

autumn fox

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

A. Teslenko

Autumn, autumn, wait!
And don't rush with the rain
Give us more summer
Sun and light

G. Shestakova

The rain is pouring, trying
Even if they don't ask him.
The sun is in the clouds,
So it's autumn.

T. Yakovenko

Gray asphalt road
Autumn painted yellow, bright.
I walk on it and imagine
That from summer to winter I walk on the bridge!

V. Trop

Red autumn - we ask you to visit!
Color nature brightly for us autumn.
The leaf is orange, the leaf is crimson,
Draws furiously, draws zealously.
Draw while - winter said
And then she took all the paint and licked it off.

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

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

The sun hid behind the clouds
The rain is falling prickly,
The wind rustles the leaves
This autumn is coming to us.

Gloomy rain pours and pours,
Lit doesn't get tired.
To not get wet under the rain,
Open your umbrella soon!

Autumn

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

Autumn

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

Here is a maple leaf on a branch,
It's just like new now.
All ruddy, golden.
Where are you leaf? Wait!

It suddenly became twice as bright
Yard in the sun
This dress is golden
At the birch on the shoulders.

Empty birdhouse...

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

October

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

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

There are few leaves on the trees.
On earth, it's a mess.
Patchwork blanket
In parting, autumn sews.

Gray asphalt road
Autumn bloomed bright, yellow.
I walk on it and imagine
That from summer to winter I walk on the bridge!

SEPTEMBER

Autumn got the colors
She needs a lot of coloring.
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray - the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER

It's been raining since morning
It pours as if from a bucket,
And like big flowers
Umbrellas unfurl.

NOVEMBER

Hands get cold in November
Cold, wind in the yard,
Late autumn brings
First snow and first ice.

SEPTEMBER

Birds flew in the sky.
Why are they not at home?
September asks them: "In the south
Hide you from the winter blizzard.

OCTOBER

October brought us gifts:
Painted gardens and parks,
The leaves became like in a fairy tale.
Where did he get so much paint?

NOVEMBER

In November forest animals
They close the doors in the burrows.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.

Quiet. Rustle underfoot.
Foliage shining pattern.
A wondrous thrill between us.
Autumn magic carpet.

Clouds kiss from above the stars,
And by night, maybe the last thunderstorm ...
Again August will shout "bye!"
And autumn will reflect your eyes.

Autumn is a beautiful time
You are breaking up with me forever.
Let the trains leave the stations
Autumn has come and you are gone.

Autumn shakes off its leaves
I walk through the city alone.
Autumn sheds its empty tears
Nobody needs me again.

Here comes the lonely autumn
Bringing rain and cold.
Summer takes all the warmth with it,
That kept you and me warm.

Here yellow leaves fly,
Like letters from far away
And, hiding a bewildered look,
I look after them, freezing.

On the threshold of life - autumn and love
Somehow we met at the same time
The old dispute arose between them again
What cannot be autumn happiness

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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.

For these four lines
I will give myself all
In them I tear my soul to pieces
And I throw myself at your feet!

How would we live in the world,
If there was no love?
Children would grow up without fathers
People would die of boredom...

I am all autumn, you are spring,
I'm all gray, you're clear!
It's not destiny for us to be together
Death is winter between us...

And love is such a thing
And complex, and so simple,
Why is she like flour
Breaks our hearts! ?

I walk like a homeless person
dog in the rain
Love not divided
With a knife to my heart...

My future is uncertain
My past is fog
Real is a mistake
And my love is a lie...

Love brings inspiration
Takes feelings to the heights
And even a bitter fall
It does not spoil the beauty.

Candle fire - trembles, burns,
The fire of the star - incinerates,
The fire of the soul - elevates everything,
The fire of love - absorbs all three!

In the autumn crept inaudibly,
In winter I yawned and slept,
And in the spring, tearing off the roofs with a thunderstorm,
Love burst into our hearts!

She held her trembling hand
On my cheek
And a ringing slap in the face
She told me everything...

You already forgot my name
Our short school romance.
Without you, the whole world is like a desert for me,
And love is like a death trap...

Hate you! But more
I hate being without you.
Loneliness is twice as bad
When you lose, you haven't found yet...

I know you're lying, but how sweet
Let yourself be fooled!
And you yourself are not disgusting,
Without love to love me?

Love gives freedom
And for the soul flight
But jealousy for the sake of
Revenge tears our wings ...

I hate and love
I curse and endure
Your life is awkward
All woven into yours!

Don't think love is gone
Do not cry and do not consider yourself forgotten,
Until you go to eternity
Hope the door stays open!

Stole my soul
And plunged into hell
But I'm not afraid
I am happy with love!

The seventh circle of hell -
The first circle of love
No need to burn
Still ahead!

Here, I remember everything about love:
What passion, what power!
I would love someone else
It's a pity love forgot about me ...

The love-spring has blossomed,
Summer rolled on
Autumn has become so bitter,
That winter is like mercy ...

Leave!
Do not want to see you!
And take all your things
Whatever it is, what to hate!

Sits, as in a cage, at home,
Dreaming of love.
But she won't find it
Who is always locked up...

Again the day will give a chance
Meet you in the city.
That at night the heart torments
Become the center of life.

You took care of your honor from a young age
And she did not go on about whoever has it.
Lived to old age, and in the eyes of longing,
No love, no joy, and all alone...

On the back of the bed, without any decorum
Your dress, pantyhose and bra are flying.
With the speed of light, she took off her panties,
With a laugh, she tore off the blanket from me ...

Too smart to ask
Too stupid to forget
Too callous to forgive
Too proud to love!

Whether alive or dead
I don't care.
Memory, worn out to holes
Forgot your face...

It wouldn't be sex before love,
Yes, love wanted to find sensuality.
It didn't start out boldly, but then I got carried away.
Got it! Sex is her power!

Discord of soul and body.
It had, as it wanted, me my own body!
I want to love with my soul, but here's the thing -
There is no body to the soul and business ...

Love is given to us in redemption
All our life's sins
She is pain and pleasure
And the captivity of her shackles is sweet...

I will not open to anyone
I will wait for your steps.
The expectation is
I am ready to bear the cross.

The last hope is wasted
All for you alone
And you walked on it carelessly
I just laughed along the way...

About love, in four lines
It's not hard to write
It's hard to put points in life ...
You can be wrong.

Words words words...
They have both magic and wonder.
They cannot be fully comprehended.
Love without words - dish without salt!

We broke up forever
Not saying no or yes.
Years fly nowhere
I am alone and you are alone...

We met at the apartment.
Can't take my eyes off
Two hearts in the human desert
Fall on the mattress!

Don't leave, don't hide, don't hide
Don't call anyone for help.
You and the angel, you and the devil
And love - and pain and grace ...

Years and distances kill everything
Even despair took away.
You have changed and I have grown old.
We met... and goodbye!

I have a memory
About your smile...
Too bad it can't be fixed
Past mistakes...

Will never happen again
Your hand is the charm of a gesture.
Autumn leaf spinning through the years
Where eternity takes our place. . .

Year 85th. You are 12. I'm over 30, a long time ago
You're in love and I'm funny
And you scream that I'm a damned old man!!!
Year cursed by your death, 85th. . .

Time heals all wounds
And separation teaches to forget.
I'm a tattered piece of hope
I try to make everything with love.

From somewhere in the past
From a series of losses
Love is already frozen
Everyone won't close the door...

I believe that life has paid off
At least one good verse
And I forgive love haste,
If only the heart was touched by a wing!

Four lines about love...
How much and how little!
Poems burst from my heart
It didn't get easier for me...