Short poems about the house. We will build a new house. Poems about the house, like memories of youth

Original message Petr_Davydov_Poems
Mood now - very warm, good

Many, probably, have heard this song "Parental home - the beginning of the beginnings ..."
It so happened that I do not have this house. Or rather, it may still be somewhere far away, but I won’t go back there and other people live there ...
Fate has thrown many far from the places where we were born. And I thought that I would never be able to experience the feeling of home. Surprisingly, it succeeded. Moreover, I felt good in the small first apartment, where we moved in without having anything and spent every day in intoxicating delight (I don’t know if I’m expressing myself clearly?) It was my house, although it was still a rented apartment and there was no furniture then ...

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I'll tell you how it goes
when easily dissolving doubts,
one day a woman comes to you
and says: "Now I'm all yours."

And looks at you with such a smile
Lips on hand...
I understand - everything, of course, is unsteady,
When you swim in a raging river...

And you swim on them, I'm sure of myself
Forgetting about the inevitability of losses,
naive, affectionate, immoderate in passion,
like you've locked the door forever.

And the woman ... What a miracle it is
when she is openly in love,
and I ask: "Open to me where
Have you come and when should you leave?

And what do I hear? "I want it to be
you are with me, my love, well.
What should I do, tell me, honey?
What else can I do for you?"

How to talk about a woman like that
Which, it seems, cannot be.
I'm jealous of her only for the future...
To embrace. Be in love. And fail to forget.

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And then we moved to a bigger apartment, and then we moved here to the sixth floor, where you can see the sea from every room. My children are lucky - they now have a large and bright parental house, each of them has a room, a balcony, from where every day you can see the sun sinking into the Mediterranean Sea ...
Once I woke up early in the morning and began to walk around the apartment, watching how the first rays first illuminated the tops of high houses, then reached the trees ...
And I wrote these lines.

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Alone with myself
Waking up at home early in the morning
Between dawn and fog
Hear the invisible surf.

Alone with myself
When deception is not needed at all,
And travel and guests
They will appear cute, but a game.

Wash your face with native water,
Confessing after the wanderings of many:
Roads do not lead to ancient Rome.
Roads all lead
home.
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In general, I really like to walk around a quiet house in the morning.

***
Wandering through the morning house
when everyone is still sleeping.
This is going to be different soon.
movement, the voices of the guys ...

While nature rests
and a new day does not come,
three breaths fly over the world:
Andryushka, Elki and yours.

The windows are splashed with sunshine.
I am convinced again
that the quiet breath of loved ones
apartment turns into a house.

What is the most important thing in this life? Well, of course, love. And everything else is also important, but this is later:

Let's fill the house with our warmth
And attraction to each other.
Let time move in circles
Protecting us and the house.

We walk the earth together
Looking anxiously into the morning
It's normal, like
But how much fabulousness in it!

How little is needed for love -
Just a meeting and luck
And then they mean nothing
Your past mistakes

Protect us in this life
No, not a pile of things,
And our hands are connected,
And our feelings are a reliable shield.

And from the heights of their peaks
Warm in their homes,
We collect good omens
Touches, caresses and wines.

*******
And you know what I want to wish all of us?
Always return home! This is the most amazing thing imaginable!

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"Come home soon!"
What a nice phrase.
The world becomes joyful at once:
- Come home soon!

We have no power with you over fate,
But when we leave for a while,
Definitely want to believe
That we will return, of course, home.

Now stand on the threshold
Smile, look back at goodbye
And remember your promise
Return home soon...

Petr Davydov
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Our phone is broken
He has been silent for a week now.
And dad asks:
"Laura,
You called a fitter!
Y. Mogutin

Vase

Dad knocked over the vase:
Who will punish him?
- It's fortunate, it's fortunate, -
The whole family will say.
Well, what if, unfortunately,
I did it!
- You are a fool, you are a fool! -
They will say about me.
O. Grigoriev

Together with brother

We today
With brother Borka
Were busy
Cleaning.
I will do the dishes
washed,
Paul rubbed,
watered the flowers,
Hid in the closet
your boots,
Removed from the bed
Clothes.
Well, Borka,
little brother,
also contributed
Feasible contribution:
He is in a wheelchair
lay,
Clean up for me
Didn't interfere.
I. Melnichuk

House

I
House
I'll draw
Multi-storey.
Of course he will
A little papery.
Of course he will
Not very brick
But - white-walled,
But - cute.
From this house for sure
No one will ever chase a puppy away.
B. Serikbaev

If I sweep the floor -
Raise the dust to the sky
If I start washing -
I flood the whole apartment.
If I wash the dishes -
The roar is heard everywhere:
Cups are breaking
Saucers are breaking
Spoons are not given.
I have -
diligence,
By Grandma -
Suffering.
P. Sinyavsky

I am waiting for a call

The whole evening chime -
This phone is ringing:
Mom, dad, uncle Zhenya, -
Everyone is asked without exception.
But I confess to you, friends,
"Exception" is me.
Would like to chat with someone
Through the tube, at least a little.
That would be an elephant or gazelles
They called once a week.
I wouldn't forget them
If only I knew the number.
D. Polovnev

Umbrella

bright sunny weather
Happy, happy kids.
Only Zina walks something
Sad in the morning:
Asks the sun to close
Remove the rays from the clouds.
The cloud asks to appear
Wet everything in the world.
Looks at the blue sky
And on the blue horizon...
What is the matter with the girl?
Mom bought her an umbrella!
G. Ladonshchikov

Umbrella

- What is the weather, tell me, if you can, -
At the window, the umbrella asked cautiously.
- The sun is shining, - I heard in response, -
And there is not a cloud in the sky.
An umbrella turned in the corner, sighing:
“The weather is so bad,” he said.
- What is the weather, tell me if you can
For tomorrow? he asked again cautiously.
- Gray and damp, - I heard in response, -
Clouds and rain.
And the umbrella exclaimed:
- Hooray! Grace!
In this weather - nice to walk!
S. Jakshevac

Umbrella

poor umbrella,
He's cold
Wet to the skin.
Sun, look out again -
Umbrella wants to rest!
T. Shapiro

Needle

Fast, shiny
The real master:
For work does not require rewards,
The whole world is happy with her new clothes.
V. Karizna

Glue

Hey,
Save yourself quickly -
Glue escaped from the kitchen!
He spares no one.
Everyone you don't meet
Glue!
Glued a hanger and a hat
I glued the lamp and the coat,
He glued dad to the chair -
You won't peel it off, no way!
Lights go out in the city -
They also stuck...
And the eyes began to stick together,
To make sure everyone sleeps.
I. Bzhehwa

Roof

If there is a roof
And there is a ladder
Can be on the roof
Climb the floor of the stairs.
Can be on the roof
run later,
And you can lie down, fall apart.
Everything is possible.
We must not forget only that
What is possible from the roof
Fall off!
V. Danko

Stairs

Once - a step,
Two is a step
Three - bruised knee.
On the fourth
On the step
I get on all fours.
Let the steps be high
High
Bruises on knees
bruises.
I went up the stairs
The rest is rubbish!
A. Akhundova

Record player

Tape recorder, tape recorder!
What he hears, he writes.
Mice squeak from a hole,
Mosquitoes squeak under the ear
Grasshoppers and birds
They sing without rehearsals.
Well, then, in the middle of winter,
We invite everyone to visit:
Everyone wants to hear
Like summer thunder roars.
N. Bromley

Little house

When I have a small house
Then I will lead in my household:
Two fluffy cats
Three fluffy cows
four horned goats,
Five mugs with a pattern of roses,
Six glass glasses
Seven tin knives
Eight teapots new,
Nine tablespoons
Ten dessert spoons
Eleven porcelain bowls.
That's how much
I will lead in my household,
When will I have
Little house.
E. Fargen

Lots of furniture in the apartment
One two three four,
Lots of furniture in the apartment.
We'll hang a shirt in the closet,
Let's put a cup in the cupboard.
To rest the legs
Let's sit on a chair for a bit.
And when we were fast asleep
We were lying on the bed.
And then me and the cat
Sat at the table
They drank tea with jam.
Lots of furniture in the apartment.
N. Nishcheva

Our new broom
Chalked the hut every day,
Swept away all the dust
But one day she said:
- I'm working...
Praise Allah!
I. Muraveiko

Thread
Scissors
Needed.
With thread
Scissors
Friendly.
scissors
Not -
Can not
Thread
become necessary
Lengths.
V. Lunin

New house

The truck brought, growling,
Full brick body.
And the other was brought by the driver
Crushed stone, lime and mortar.
Ringing and thunder are all around.
They are building a new house quickly.
He's almost ready
And a team of painters
Paints the facade blue:
The house will have a kindergarten.
L. Rashkovsky

Window

Get on the windowsill.
Press your nose against the glass.
Look out into the courtyard
I love from the window.
Outside the window is nature, morning, day and night.
Outside the window the weather -
Sun, wind, rain.
Trees outside the window
People and houses
And in the window, probably
I can see myself.
More than pictures
More than cinema
More than records
I love the window.
A. Akhundova

Window

Movies go on day by day
On this screen.
Sunny, full of greenery
On screen in the summer.
And in winter, the ice turns blue,
Snow flies, playing.
The movie is on, on, on
Without end and end.
A. Shibaev

Very clean on the floor

Very clean on the floor
Bored broom in the corner.
There's nothing for him to do
Stayed until evening...
I tear paper, I run -
I'm making trash!
So I ran until I sweat -
Lots of rubbish on the floor
There will be work for the broom,
Do not miss him in the corner!
Ya Akim

Vacuum cleaner, vacuum cleaner,
Where are you sticking your nose?
- Zhu-zhu-zhu! Zhu-zhu-zhu!
I'm tidying up!
A. Maslennikova

Washing machine

No, don't
Hump ​​your back
Over the trough
Day after day.
Because the washing machine
Instantly
Deal with linens.
roll over,
Will pass,
Remylit,
Pereparite,
Rinse
Wring out…
Get…
Nate ...
Here!
V. Prikhodko

Television

TV tiger bought
The best asked.
“I love you,” he said sternly, “
So that there were a lot of stripes!
G. Vieru

tick tock

I can not understand in any way -
Where does Tick-Tock sit in the clock?
I dismantled the whole alarm clock,
There's a whole load of details!
Shooter, cogs, springs,
different gears...
No Tick Tock! Where is Tic Tac?
No way to catch him.
My dad fixed the clock
The alarm went off again...
Apparently he caught Tic-Tac
And put it in place.
I. Gamazkova

Watch

Tick-tock, the clock is ticking
The arrow hurries somewhere
Rides around in circles
And jumps like a squirrel.
Counting down the minutes
Another follows her.
This work is a burden to her -
What lazy!
And the third arrow is sleeping
He counts hours in his sleep
And it's not worth the time
And it flies by quickly.
T. Kamenev

What does the clock do

They say: the clock is standing,
They say the clock is running fast
They say the clock is ticking
But they are a little behind.
Mishka and I watched together
And the clock is in place.
V. Orlov

To build a new house
They store oak wood,
Bricks, iron, paint,
Nails, tow and putty.
And then, then, then
They start building a house.
I. Demyanov

Children's.
When we have free time
We do not beat the buckets in vain -
After all, in the children's room we have
There are many toys:
Parsley, Lego, truck,
Railway…
In addition, in children's children's books
There are a lot on the shelf!
N. Gol

Living room.
We spend a long evening
In the common room - living room.
The whole family is comfortable in it:
Who - with knitting,
Who is with the newspaper ...
And in this living room
We welcome guests!
N. Gol

Bathroom.
We don't mind foam!
How nice and sweet
Washcloth flashes,
And soap lathers
And splashing fountains
Fly away from me
Around the bathroom
In honor of the bath day!
N. Gol

Kitchen.
Mom is cooking dinner in the kitchen.
There is no better place for this!
In the kitchen we have beauty, cleanliness:
Kitchen table, pans, stove…
And to taste the finished
Let's go to the dining room.
N. Gol Hallway.
Hallways in all houses
In general, similar:
They have rugs and hangers,
They have mirrors in them.
In the rain, and in the snow, and on a fine day
Entrance and exit - from the hallway
N. Gol

Bedroom.
The bedroom is the room where they sleep.
For example, in our
A bear and a soldier are dozing,
Khryusha and Stepashka.
The night whispers from all corners:
- Good night! Sweet owls!
N. Gol

Canteen.
It's not just gatherings.
The important thing is food.
Fork - to the left of the plate,
The knife is on the right, as always.
Don't make noise at the table
After all, we have a decent house!
N. Gol

Window.
Get on the windowsill.
Press your nose against the glass.
Look out into the courtyard
I love from the window.
Outside the window is nature, morning, day and night.
Outside the window the weather -
Sun, wind, rain.
Trees outside the window
People and houses
And in the window, probably
I can see myself.
More than pictures
More than cinema
More than records
I love the window.
A. Akhundova

Window.
Movies go on day by day
On this screen.
Sunny, full of greenery
On screen in the summer.
And in winter, the ice turns blue,
Snow flies, playing.
The movie is on, on, on
Without end and end.
A. Shibaev

Poems about the house - this is precisely the category of works of art, which has found a special expression in the selected fund of Russian literature. Since ancient times, our compatriots have sung about Russia - their Motherland and native land, where every tree, spring or river evokes complex feelings in which love, duty and responsibility are intertwined.

But the more invocative, epic and heroic the lyrics about the Motherland are, the more lyrical and intimate the poems about the house are. Whether it's a rickety hut in a God-forgotten village or modern comfortable apartments, the authors put their whole soul with its hidden strings into the chanting of native walls. This personal, incomparable experience is so different, but such works of art are united by one thing - a sense of calm and confidence that you will always be expected here.

Poems about the house came out from the pen of a variety of authors, including those whose work has long become a classic. Enough to remember famous lines of Sergei Yesenin, which, without exaggeration, forever crash into memory:

Yes! Now it's decided. no return
I left my native land.
They will no longer be winged foliage
I need to ring poplars ...

In this poem about the house, one feels so much pain and despair of a person who is no longer destined to see open spaces dear to the heart that it is impossible not to be imbued with them. Yesenin addresses this topic in his other works: “Low house with blue shutters”, “In the hut”.

They drew inspiration from their native land and such classics as M.Yu. Lermontov, A.S. Pushkin. The latter preferred a life-affirming message to quiet sadness, as in his poem about the house “Housewarming”:

I bless the housewarming
Where is your home idol
You endured - and with it fun,
Free labor and sweet peace...

Poems about the house, like memories of youth

The theme of native expanses has always attracted creatively gifted people, perhaps because they feel and experience the departure of carefree youth more acutely. So, the beloved children's poet Samuil Marshak, famous for his cheerful and instructive works for kids, pours out conflicting emotions in a poem about the house:

... So it pulls to itself and calls
Warm smoke home shelter.
Isn't your youth living here
Behind three rows of trunks ...

Turning back time is not given to anyone, but in this lyrics the happy moments of childhood and youth come to life, when the world still seems infinitely large, kind and open.

Echoes Marshak and another children's writer - A.L. Barto. In her “House woke up at dawn”, instead of the usual unpretentious and slightly ironic instructions for kids, one feels quiet sadness and nostalgia.

Poems about the house occupy a special place in the work of contemporary authors. They reflect life in a big city, when home becomes not a quiet village or a cozy courtyard, but a noisy metropolis. This lyrics is no less interesting and emotional, and is a new facet of this inexhaustible topic.

Children's poems about different houses, building houses, animal houses and fairy houses:

S. sleep

Everyone has their own home
In the booth doggy Tom is napping,
The hen sleeps in the chicken coop,
In a mink - a mouse, her neighbor.

The house we live in
Located around the corner.
It is large, multi-storey,
With a new elevator, very important!
He famously wears a hat-roof,
All neighboring houses are higher!
Top - round antenna
In a web of wires
live in it at the same time
One hundred people and one hundred cats!
- Hey hello! - I meet the house,
Lifting your head up,
He shakes the roof in response:
- Good morning, Yaroslav!

K. Melnikova

Here is a square, a triangle,
It turned out a whole house!
We will put a cat in it,
Here he will have fun!
Here is a flower on the windowsill,
Tea table on the balcony.
Garage next to the house
Booth and our dog.

I built house,
little house,
So that the mouse lives in it,
Didn't go to the hole.
But the snail came
Dragged the house
And lives in a house
Instead, instead of a mouse.

N. Rodivilina

Buzzing bee: zhu-zhu, zhu-zhu,
Your sweet house guard.
It has a wonderful lunch.
Tastes better than waffles and sweets!
And who does not believe - treat,
But, of course, I won't let you into the house!

From blades of grass and needles
Build house ants.
From trees and bark
The house is made by beavers.
To keep her warm
The squirrel is looking for a hollow.
From what, you tell me
Do hedgehogs make a house?

I. Stolova

I will build myself house,
There will be a lot of space in it!
There will be a table and a stove in the house.
I will let a sheep into my house.
I will let the cockerel into my house,
Well, a chicken - with him.
Both cow and goats
And horses - a piglet.
A dog with a cat - of course,
Have more fun with me.
I need a goose for order,
Who is naughty - pinches the heel.
The owl will live with us -
Guard the house at night...
But I began to doubt something:
Do mom and dad agree?

L. Taktaeva

Houses in the city
And perhaps thousands of cars
And I'm small, I'm a gnome,
I have a house made of snow.
It has no elevator and no light,
But I love it all.
I do not ask for a big house,
I sit in the sled fast.
I'll go down the icy hill,
Who will ride with me?!

N. Shichaev

I saw in the forest
Amazing house,
Funny lives in it
Friendly gnome.
From the waffles in it the walls and
Roof in fudge -
wonderful shade,
And the door is chocolate.
Porch steps -
fragrant iris,
Heart windows -
Arasivo, nice.
In the garden near the house
marmalade bushes,
Rosinki from rum,
Lemonade fountain.
I liked it very much
I have a fabulous house
What a pity that the sprout
I'm taller than a dwarf.

D. Denisov

Once I caught a bug
built house from sand,
I made two windows from the sides,
So that there is light in the house. In the meantime
He's a bit unfinished
Beetle in the sand is not life - longing:
Crawled into a corner and sits
Angrily wiggles his mustache.
I had to collect from matches
Two stools, table, bed,
Fold pictures from wrappers
Weave baskets from branches,
Put a cabinet out of the box
And even a shower cap.
I just missed one thing:
My bug escaped through the window.

A. Alferova

For a long time the woodpecker hollowed the oak,
The wolf woke up with a knock.
The wolf ran through the forest...
The hare in the bushes trembled.
Oh, how the bunny trembled ...
The bumblebee buzzed on the chamomile.
Our bumblebee buzzed:
"Zhu-zh-zh-zhu! ..".
I walk on the side.
I went up to the oak tree
And I found the thief.
And the robber, my friend,
New house caulked.
We began to live in a house,
They began to guard the house.
Wolf and bunny, bumblebee and hedgehog, -
How good is our house!

L. Aleinikova

Each house has its owner.
Birds make nests and live in them.
At the bunny - under a bush, in a small hole,
In the holes of the fox, the mice run.
Bear-bear - in a huge den,
The house of squirrels is a hollow,
Different herbs live by the road,
The house of all the fish shakes with a wave.
The dragonfly has a house - openwork leaves,
Mesh house - at the spider,
Here is my house, it is big and beautiful,
We are always warm and cozy in it!

A pichuga is a nest, and a toptyzhka is a lair.
Let everyone find a house to their liking.
I don’t know which house is pleasing to the boa constrictor,
But even let the boa constrictor house there is.
A hole for a hedgehog, and a hollow for a swift.
And if suddenly one of them is dissatisfied,
Then he, like the others, is completely free
Look after yourself and a nest and a hut.
And let everyone say, here's the house - it's ours!
And dad, and mom and brother and sister.
Let's close the page without disputes,
Whose house is more comfortable, whose house is lighter.
Let's not disturb the birds or animals!