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Now it's time to read to children and teach them by heart poems about summer. Our selection of poems is divided into sections according to age groups, starting from simple short poems about summer for the little ones and ending poems about summer for older children.

Short poems about summer for kids from 3 to 5 years old

How beautiful it is in the summer heat
Take a walk with mom in the forest,
Enjoy the silence
Blue skies.

Grandfather Vasily is right on time
Weaved a box for my granddaughter
For mushrooms and berries,
For fragrant apples.

What a good day!
A light breeze is blowing.
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And don't
No stockings
Not a shirt
No boots
Not a jacket
No galoshes...
What a good day!

(A. Shibaev)

It's all winter... And where is summer?
Animals, birds! I'm waiting for your answer!

Summer, - the swallow counts, -
Arriving very soon.
Summer must hurry,
And it flies like a bird!

Is it arriving? - the Mole was surprised,
- It's crawling underground!
Are you saying summer is coming?
I don't hope so!

Mishutka grumbled: - Summer
Sleeping in his den somewhere...

The horse neighed: - Where is the carriage?
I'll deliver summer now!

Summer, the hares told me,
He gets on the train at the station,
Because maybe it's summer
Ride like a hare without a ticket!

(B. Zakhoder)

Poems about summer for children 6 – 8 years old

How we spent our time in the summer

We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench -
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

(E. Uspensky)

Chanterelles

Golden chanterelles -
Curious sisters.
They wear red berets,
Autumn is brought to the forest in the summer.

(G. Novitskaya)

* * *

Blackberry

Hot summer has come to us
It's a fun time.
Like ducks we splash in the river
We've been here since the morning.

And then we compete:
Which one of us is faster?
Will manage to turn brown
From the sun's rays.

And a little breath of coolness -
We're all racing
After getting dressed,
Let's fall apart
Along the river bank.

We pierced all our legs
Nettles in a hurry,
Let's hurry to where the berries are
They turn black on the bushes.

Oh, sweet blackberries -
Not a berry, but honey!
Beckons and asks
From the bush to your mouth!

We were so afraid - would it be enough?
We have enough for all of us.
But what is it?
Why is this
Are we laughing?

Who smeared it so funny
Our lips and noses
And in red ink
Did you draw on a mustache?

Funny like clowns
We have become -
And now
Neither mother nor grandmother
They won't be able to recognize us.

The sun is shining brightly...

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.

(I. Surikov)

Happy summer

Summer, summer has come to us!
It became dry and warm.
Straight along the path
The feet walk barefoot.
Bees circle, birds fly,
And Marinka is having fun.

(V. Berestov)

"Walk!" - beckoned
Forest path.
And so he walked
Along the path Alyosha.
After all, in the summer it’s interesting in the forest,
Like in a fairy tale:
Flowers and frogs,
Bushes and trees
And the grass is green
Softer than a pillow...

(B. Zakhoder)

Mosquitoes

Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cool in the garden now,
But that's how mosquitoes bite,
At least run out of the garden!

Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The mosquito has a stubborn temperament
But she's more stubborn!

She will drive them away with her hand,
They are spinning again.
She shouts: - What a shame,
They attacked the baby!

And mom sees from the window,
How brave Marina is
Fighting alone in the garden
With a squad of mosquitoes.

Two mosquitoes are sitting again
On the baby's finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Slam the blanket!

(A. Barto)

* * *

June has arrived.
"June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

(S. Marshak)

All year round. July

Haymaking occurs in July.
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

(S. Marshak)

All year round. August

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.

The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

(S. Marshak)

What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And for a pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?
If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it’s shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything -
still the most expensive!

(Tatiana Bokova)

Poems about summer for schoolchildren 9 – 12 years old

Summer

I'm glad to swim in the summer
And sunbathe on the beach,
And ride a bike,
Play badminton with my sister.
After reading a good book
Take a nap in a hammock in the heat.
Summer's delicious gifts
Collect at the end of summer.

(L. Antonova)

Morning

The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.

(G. Novitskaya)

Summer rain

After the city heat
Summer rain is a blessing!
There is no bad weather in summer -
I'm starting to understand.

It's good to sit in the countryside by the fire
No worries for you, just time to sleep:
Tomorrow we will go for a walk in the forest in the morning.
At noon it is cool in the forest, and hot in the city.

So much light! So much sun!
So much greenery all around!
Summer has come again
And warmth came to our house.

I take a swim in the warm river,
I'll sunbathe to my heart's content.
And in the village, on the porch,
I will read books.

Many different delicious berries
In the clearings in the forest!
I'll collect them for a year
I'll stock up on jam for good measure.

Ripe ears of corn in the field
The fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Songbirds are discordant!
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.

And there's so much light around
It smells like spruce and pine.
If only it were summer
It was with me for a whole year!

Summer

The earth is warmed by the summer sun
I walk along it barefoot.
Bright night stars of summer
You can observe it in the well during the day.

Summer rain plays hide and seek
With a light warm breeze
We are sitting in a tent in the forest,
And we follow him secretly.

I want to soar higher than the birds,
To look from the blue heights
To my native country
To the forests, to the fields, to the flowers.

I want to look like a bird
To the edges of the surrounding mountains.
Pines and spruces are like eyelashes
Over blue eyes lakes

I want summer to never end
The sun gave us light.
I want summer to come back
Every morning dawn.

There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the heat!
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?

(E. Bitsoeva)

Summer song

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

(T Belozerov)

Summer rain

"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we’ll collect it,
Just collect the golden grain
Barns full of fragrant bread!

It already smells like summer outside, now is the time to talk to your children about this wonderful time of year and offer to learn one or more beautiful poems about summer.

We have prepared and made a small selection of beautiful poems about summer for children. Here you will find short poems about summer for children 3-4 years old and longer poems for children 4-5 and 6-7 years old.

Teaching beautiful poems about summer with children is one of the the best ways development and memory training.

Short and beautiful poems about summer for children 3-4 years old

Wears a dandelion
yellow sundress.
Grow up to dress up
In a little white dress.

Summer is a hot time,
The sun is shining in the morning,
Even if it rains -
Everything around is shining and singing.
Summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it,
The berries burn like ruby,
It's vacation time for the guys.

***
-Why for all the guys
Is summer not enough?
— Summer is like chocolate,
It melts very quickly!

***
We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench -
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

June has arrived.
"June! June!" —
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

Haymaking occurs in July.
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

***
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Full of blacks.

***
I paint summer -
What color?
Red paint -
Sun,
There are roses on the lawns,
And green is the field,
There are mowings in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And the stream is singing.
What kind of paint?
Will I leave the cloud?
I paint summer -
It's very difficult...

Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old

“Walk!” - beckoned
Forest path.
And so he walked
Along the path Alyoshka!…
After all, in the summer in the forest
Interesting, like in a fairy tale:
Bushes and trees
Flowers and frogs,
And the grass is green
Softer than a pillow!…

***
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
It's a great time
When summer comes
And it's hot.
I'm on nice days
I don't like sitting in the shade
I love swimming here:
There is a beach, sand and a pond.
I'm swimming, I'm swimming,
And I dive and splash,
I'll take a little rest
And I'll start all over again!

Accidentally, unexpectedly,
Suddenly summer has come.
On the street and in the park,
It's already quite warm.
The foliage has all blossomed,
The streams have dried up.
Cheerful kids
They play by the river.
Where does all this light come from?
That sun has risen!
Summer has already arrived
It's warm outside!

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.

There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the heat!
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

The blue cloud was walking
IN clear sky blue,
Suddenly it fell like rain
And summer thunder rang out.

Where the droplets fell,
Sea of ​​blue cornflowers,
Where the lightning flashed,
There were no traces left.

The sun is in the clear sky again
A white light illuminated.
Daisies bloomed in the field
And there is no more bad weather.

Multi-colored arc
A rainbow is blooming in the sky,
With barely audible steps
The July day is upon us.

- What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
— The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

I woke up early this morning.
The sun is just rising
And with your rosy ray
Calls to travel.
Past dad, past mom
I'm walking on tiptoes.
And outside the door there is a bird noise,
Rustle of leaves in the garden.
What a summer! How much light!
In our morning garden!
And I couldn’t be happier!
I'm going to travel!

Golden sunflower,
Petals are rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
In the morning he wakes up,
The sun is shining,
Closed at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer our sunflower -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the fall we have little black ones
He will give you some seeds.

The children's favorite time of the year is coming - summer. It is always associated with warmth, sun, flowers and berries. Website “Mom can do anything!” I have collected for you the most beautiful poems about summer for children 4-5 years old. Now is the time to start teaching them. Memorizing poems is an excellent memory training for both children and adults.

Summer

If the wind blows
Warm, albeit from the north,
If the meadow is full of daisies
And lumps of clover,
Butterflies and bees
They are circling over the flowers,
And a fragment of the sky
The puddle turns blue,
And baby skin
Like chocolate...
If from strawberries
The garden bed turned red -
True sign:
Summer has come

Chamomile

In the meadow by that path,
What runs straight into our house,
A flower grew on a long stem -
White with a yellow eye.

I wanted to pick a flower
She raised her hand to him,
And the bee flew off the flower
And it buzzes, buzzes: “Don’t touch it!”

Snails

Where are you hiding, snails?
- In the wet grass by the gate.
In the morning we drink dew from phlox,
At noon we doze by the well,
In the evening, when it's not hot,
We spread out through the park.
Under the birches without haste
We eat russula.

* * *

Golden bee sweet honey
I collected it while flying into a clay pot.
Collected, flying through fields, meadows,
Tired of not knowing, a priceless gift to us.
Collected, I won’t hide, summer warmth,
So that it can warm us in winter.

Summer

What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow arc in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!

I'll give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

Formula of happiness

The smells of herbs, the sounds of grasshoppers,
The buzzing of bees and bumblebees,
The purr of frogs in the swamps is careless,
Cows mooing from the fields -
The wind brings me all this joyfully,
Hair moving a little,
And that makes my soul feel sweet
On a hot afternoon in July.

August

August never gets tired
Looking into all the gardens,
He collects in baskets
Golden fruits.

Pears, apples, raspberries,
Tilting the branches, it tears,
And into barrels and jugs
Thick fragrant honey pours.

In summer

Cherries and plums have turned brown,
The golden rye has poured,
And how the sea worries the fields,
And you can’t walk in the grass in the meadows.

The sun walks high above the vault
The skies are hot from the heat,
Linden smells like honey,
And the forest full of darkness rustles...

How we spent our time

We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench,
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

“The summer evening is calm and clear...”

The summer evening is calm and clear;
Look how the willows sleep;
The western sky is pale red,
And the rivers sparkle with their twists and turns.

In the morning

Lay down flat on the shore,
Apparently he was exhausted.
Rested overnight
From business
And he flew off somewhere!

Brave Creek

He rushed across the plain...
And suddenly...
Break...
Broke...
But he rings and sings:
- I'm glad,
what turned into
in-
to-
fall!

Nice day

What a good day it is:
A light breeze blows
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And don't
Not a shirt
No stockings
Not a jacket
No galoshes...
What a good day!

Summer

Walking along the path
Golden summer.
Fords the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks and wanders through the dew,
Through the colorful meadow,
Wears a rainbow in her braid,
Braided tightly.

Morning

The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.

Fog

Whitened by the fog
Berezki
And whitened the daisies.

Summer song

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

On the lawn in the morning

On the lawn in the morning
I'm running with the ball
I'm running, singing
I don't know what...

And the ball is like the sun
Burns above me
Then he will turn around
The other side

And it will turn green
Like grass in the spring.

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
It's a great time
When summer comes
And it's hot.
I'm on nice days
I don't like sitting in the shade
I love swimming here:
There is a beach, sand and a pond.
I'm swimming, I'm swimming,
And I dive and splash,
I'll take a little rest
And I'll start all over again!

Poems about summer for children is one of many collections of poems selected specifically for your beloved children. Both children and adults adore summer because it always brings a lot of joy to life: sweet berries and fruits, trips to nature, to the forest, and most importantly, holidays and vacations give parents the opportunity to spend more time with their children!

We invite you to read simple, memorable poems about summer for children with all the summer impressions. Learn a few poems, train your memory and prepare your child for the first classes at school, when summer days will be remembered with special warmth.

In the collection of poems about summer for children, we tried to collect all the summer emotions so that each poem would be interesting to children and easy to learn.

So much light! So much sun!
So much greenery all around!
Summer has come again
And warmth came to our house.

And there is so much light around,
It smells like spruce and pine.
If only it were summer
It was with me for a whole year!

Summer gifts

What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
"Tell me your fortune quickly!"
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

Ripe summer

Ripe summer
Dressed in berries
In apples and plums.
The days have become beautiful.
So much color!
How much light!
The sun is at the top of summer!

Happy summer

Summer, summer has come to us!
It became dry and warm.
Straight along the path
The feet walk barefoot.
Bees circle, birds fly,
And Marinka is having fun.

The sun is shining brightly...

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.

The sky has cleared
The distance has turned blue!
It was as if it wasn’t raining
The river is like crystal!
Over the fast river,
Having illuminated the meadows,
appeared in the sky
Rainbow-arc!

Sunny morning

Lots and lots of sunshine
The sun is a whole country!
The sun's legs are getting stuck
In the low branches by the window.

Here it is a little more
He will accumulate strength in the heights,
Golden centipede
He'll sneak into my house!

In the summer heat

How beautiful it is in the summer heat
Take a walk with mom in the forest,
Enjoy the silence
Bright blue skies.

Summer sun rays

What a good day!
A light breeze is blowing.
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!

How we spent our time in the summer

We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench -
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

All year round. June

June has arrived.
"June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.

All year round. July

Haymaking occurs in July.
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

All year round. August

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.

What does the sun look like?

What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And for a pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?
If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it’s shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything -
still the most expensive!

The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.

Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

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

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate 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. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. 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 me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
– Don’t write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this 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 the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding 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 more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.