Children's poems about home. Poems about home, my home, father's house Independent quatrain on the topic of home

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

Dining room.
It's not just gatherings here:
The important thing is food.
The fork is 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

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

My beloved, bright house,
We live happily in it!
I'll wake up early in the morning,
I will stretch very sweetly,
I will smile tenderly at my mother,
I will hug my brother tightly.
Dad plays a cartoon for us
Mom is serving breakfast...
Our house smells delicious:
Happiness, Joy, Love!!!

Here is a tall house.
We'll get around it with difficulty,
Let's go around, let's go around
And let's go to the neighbors.
A house with windows is like cheese.
There are many, many apartments in it.

It’s so good, it’s easy to be at home,
Where everything is cozy, close and familiar;
I can always hide from problems there,
And failures and troubles do not frighten you.

In difficult times, I hurry home quickly -
My native walls will warm my heart;
My dear home is my reliable pier,
For me, he is the beginning of everything!

It is sometimes possible to visit foreign lands -
I’m sad for my home there, I won’t hide it,
And every day I wait more and more impatiently,
When I come to my native places again.

My house, of course, is not a luxurious palace,
But in our life is complex, hectic
There is no place in the world dearer to me,
Warmer, cozier, closer and brighter!

Look: this is a house -
With a roof, a door and a window,
And with a porch and a chimney,
The color of the house is blue.
Feel free to come into the house!
- Do you invite? Let's come in!

Our songs say so,
How do we think about
That our hearts are all beating
Welcome back to Father's house.

I'll build myself a 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'll let the cockerel into my house,
Well, and a chicken - with him.
And the cow and the kids,
And horses - piglets.
A dog and a cat - of course,
They have more fun with me.
I need a goose for order,
Whoever is naughty will pinch your heel.
The owl will live with us -
Guard the house at night...
But I began to doubt something:
Will mom and dad agree?

Father's house, we all start from there
Maybe we don’t always know him.
We love him with childish shyness
We carry the thought of him through the years.

Everyone sees that house in a special way,
Some are like a shack, and some are like a palace.
And it doesn’t matter how the house is built,
He was created by Mother and Father.

His roof is our eternal protection,
Its walls are a lifeline,
Its doors are always ajar
His windows are our light in days of separation.

Father's house is not just a building,
This is an image kept in the hearts.
He is the nest, we are the chicks warmed up in it.
Only there we don’t feel fear!

To build a new house,
They stock up on oak planks,
Bricks, iron, paint,
Nails, tow and putty.
And then, then, then
They begin to build a house.

Let your home have everything:
Love, peace, comfort, wealth,
Let it always be warm,
To want to come back.

So that the light in your house does not go out,
So that joy and hope warm,
And if you had so much strength,
May you overcome everything.

May you have a good home for many years to come
Carefully protected
Kept from tears, problems and troubles
And he became the best in the world.

So that there is always a hand in your hand,
Eye to eye, shoulder to shoulder.
Lighthouse rescue light -
Your home. Do you need more?

It's raining continuously outside,
And the house is warm and light.
And it’s possible for brown showers
Calmly look through the glass.

Here you can hide from the heat,
Escape from a frosty day.
IN a good place native-
It just pulls me home.

IN family circle
We are growing together as a family
All your roots are in the family circle,
And you come into life from family.
In the family circle we create life,
Basics – parents' house.

Gets up first in the morning
My little sister
She's been busy all day,
And in the evening he doesn’t want to sleep.
We even sang songs to her -
Sleep doesn't come to her, no matter how hard she cracks.
Maybe it's just that
What does sleep walk on foot?
For a sister, like an older brother,
I'm drawing a scooter
To sleep on a scooter
I came to see my sister Katya.

What could be more valuable than family?
What could be more valuable than family?
The father's house greets me with warmth,
They are always waiting for you here with love,
And they send you off on your way with kindness!

Father and mother and children together
sitting at festive table,
And together they are not at all bored,
And it’s interesting for five of us.

The baby is like a pet to the elders,
Parents are wiser in everything
Beloved dad - friend, breadwinner,
And mom is closest to everyone, dearest.

Love it! And appreciate happiness!
It is born in a family
What could be more valuable than her?
On this fabulous land

And the sun plays (with its rays on the river),
And the cat plays (with a ball on the porch),
And Zhenya plays (Zhenya has a doll),
And mom plays (in the theater on stage),
And dad plays (on copper pipe),
And grandfather (playing with his grandson in the hut).
And the grandmother washes her grandson’s diapers.
Grandma is probably playing with laundry?

Multi-storey.

Of course he will

A little papery.

Of course he will

Not very brick

But - white-walled,

But he’s cute.

From this house for sure

No one will ever chase away a puppy.

B. Serikbaev

Here is a tall house.

We'll get around it with difficulty,

Let's go around, let's go around

And let's go to the neighbors.

A house with windows is like cheese.

There are many, many apartments in it.

Gurina Irina

My house

Look: this is a house-

With a roof, a door and a window,

And with a porch and a chimney,

The color of the house is blue.

Feel free to come into the house!

Are you inviting? Let's come in!

Our songs say so,

How do we think about

That our hearts are all beating

Welcome back to your father's house.

Talyzin Vladimir

New house

To build a new house,

They stock up on oak planks,

Bricks, iron, paint,

Nails, tow and putty.

And then, then, then

They begin to build a house.

In the city there are houses - houses

And there are probably 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 like it all.

I'm not asking to go to a big house,

I get into the sled quickly.

I'll slide down the icy hill,

Who's going to ride with me?!

Taktaeva L.

New house

The truck brought, growling,

Full brick body.

And the driver brought the other one

Crushed stone, lime and mortar.

Ringing and thunder are all around.

A new house is being built quickly.

He's almost ready

And a team of painters

Paints in Blue colour facade:

There will be a kindergarten in the house.

L. Rashkovsky

Look: this is a house-

With a roof, a door and a window,

And with a porch and a chimney,

The color of the house is blue.

Feel free to come into the house!

Are you inviting? Let's come in!

Nikolay Gol

Here is a square, a triangle,

It turned out to be a whole house!

We'll put a cat in it,

This will be fun for him!

Here's a flower on the windowsill,

Tea table on the balcony.

Next to the house is a garage,

The booth and our dog.

I built a house

Little house

So that a mouse lives in it,

I didn't go to the hole.

But the snail came

She stole the house

And he lives in a little house,

Instead, instead of a mouse.

N. Rodivilina

The bee buzzes: zhu-zhu, zhu-zhu,

I guard my sweet house.

It has a wonderful lunch

Tastier than waffles and sweets!

And who doesn’t believe, I’ll treat you,

But, of course, I won’t let you into the house!

From blades of grass and pine needles

Ants are building a house.

From trees and bark

The house is made by beavers.

To keep her warm

The squirrel is looking for a hollow.

From what, tell me?

Do hedgehogs make a house?

I. Stolova

I'll build myself a 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'll let the cockerel into my house,

Well, and a chicken - with him.

And the cow and the kids,

And horses - piglets.

A dog and a cat - of course,

They have more fun with me.

I need a goose for order,

Whoever is naughty will pinch your heel.

The owl will live with us -

Guard the house at night...

But I began to doubt something:

Will mom and dad agree?

L. Taktaeva

In the city there are houses - houses

And there are probably 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 like it all.

I'm not asking to go to a big house,

I get into the sled quickly.

I'll slide down the icy hill,

Who's going to ride with me?!

N. Shichaev

I saw in the forest

Amazing house

A funny guy lives in it

Friendly gnome.

It has walls made of waffles and

Roof in fondant -

Wonderful shade

And the door is chocolate.

Porch steps -

Fragrant iris,

Windows with a heart -

Arasivo, nice.

In the garden near the house

Marmalade bushes,

Dewdrops from rum,

Lemonade fountain.

I liked it very much

I want a fairytale house

What a pity that it's a sprout

I'm taller than a gnome.

D. Denisov

One day I caught a bug

Built a house out of sand

I made two windows on the sides,

So that there is light in the house. In the meantime

It is slightly unfinished

There is no life for a beetle in the sand - longing:

Huddled in a corner and sitting

He moves his mustache angrily.

I had to assemble it from matches

Two stools, a table, a bed,

Make pictures out of candy wrappers,

Weave baskets from twigs,

Put a cabinet out of a box

And even a shower from a cap.

I just didn't take into account one thing:

My bug escaped through the window.

A. Alferova

For a long time the woodpecker was hammering the oak tree,

The wolf was awakened by a knock.

The wolf ran through the forest...

The bunny in the bushes was trembling.

Oh, how the bunny trembled...

The bumblebee was buzzing on the daisy tree.

Our bumblebee buzzed:

“Zhu-zhu-zhu-zhu!..”

I walk to the side.

I approached the oak tree

And I found the robber.

And the robber, my friend,

The new house was caulked.

We began to live in the house,

They began to guard the house.

Wolf and bunny, bumblebee and hedgehog, -

How nice our house is!

L. Aleynikova

The house we live in

Located around the corner.

It is large, multi-story,

With a new elevator, very important!

He wears a flamboyant hat,

Above all the neighboring houses!

Top - round antenna

In a web of wires,

They live in it at the same time

One hundred people and one hundred cats!

Hey hello! - I meet the house,

I raised my head up,

He shakes the roof in response:

WITH Good morning, Yaroslav!

It’s so good, it’s easy to be at home,

Where everything is cozy, close and familiar;

I can always hide from problems there,

And failures and troubles do not frighten you.

In difficult times, I hurry home quickly -

My native walls will warm my heart;

My dear home is my reliable pier,

For me, he is the beginning of everything!

It is sometimes possible to visit foreign lands -

I’m sad for my home there, I won’t hide it,

And every day I wait more and more impatiently,

When I come to my native places again.

My house, of course, is not a luxurious palace,

But in our life is complex, hectic

There is no place in the world dearer to me,

Warmer, cozier, closer and brighter!

Kryukov Mikhail

I'll build myself a 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'll let the cockerel into my house,

Well, and a chicken - with him.

And the cow and the kids,

And horses - piglets.

A dog and a cat - of course,

They have more fun with me.

I need a goose for order,

Whoever is naughty will pinch your heel.

The owl will live with us -

Guard the house at night...

But I began to doubt something:

Will mom and dad agree?

Stolova I.

The house has moved

Near the Stone Bridge,

Where does the Moscow River flow?

Near the Stone Bridge

The street has become narrow.

There's congestion on the street,

The drivers there are worried.

Oh, - the guard sighs,

The corner house is in the way!

Syoma was not at home for a long time -

Vacationed in Artek Syoma,

And then he got into the carriage,

And he returned to Moscow.

Here's a familiar twist -

But no house, no gate!

And Syoma stands in fear

And he rubs his eyes with his hands.

The house stood

On this spot!

He has gone

Together with the residents!

Where is the fourth house number?

He was visible a mile away! -

Syoma speaks anxiously

To the guard on the bridge.-

I returned from Crimea,

I need to go home!

Where is the tall gray house?

My mom is in it!

The guard answered Syoma:

You got in the way

You've been decided in your home

Take him to the alley.

Look around the corner

And you will find this house.

Syoma whispers with tears:

Maybe I'm crazy?

I think you told me

Do the houses seem to be moving?

Syoma rushed to the neighbors,

And the neighbors say:

We go all the time, Syoma,

We're going for ten days in a row.

These walls move quietly

And mirrors don't break,

There are vases in the buffet,

The lamp in the room is intact.

Oh, I was happy

So we can go

Well, then to the village in the summer

We'll go to this house!

A neighbor will come to visit us:

“Ah!” - and at home... there is no home.

I won't learn my lesson

I'll tell the teachers:

All textbooks are far away:

The house walks through the fields.

Join us for firewood

The house will go straight into the forest.

We are walking - and the house is behind us,

We are home - and the house... has disappeared.

The house went to Leningrad

To the October Parade.

Tomorrow morning, at dawn,

The house will return, they say.

Dom said before leaving:

"Wait before entering,

Don't run after me -

I have a day off today."

No, - Syoma decided angrily,

The house shouldn't run around on its own!

Man is the master of the house,

Everything around us is obedient to us.

We want - and in the blue sea,

IN blue sky let's swim!

We want -

And we'll move the house,

If the house bothers us!

Poems about home are precisely that category of artistic works that have found special expression in the selected fund of Russian literature. For a long time, our compatriots have sung of Russia - their Fatherland and native land, where every tree, spring or river evokes complex feelings in which love, duty and responsibility are intertwined.

But the more inviting, epic and heroic the lyrics about the Motherland are, the more lyrical and intimate the poems about home. Whether it’s a rickety hut in a God-forsaken village or a modern, comfortable apartment, the authors put their whole soul and its hidden strings into glorifying their native walls. This personal, incomparable experience is so different, but such works of art are united by one thing - a feeling of calm and confidence that you will always be welcome here.

Poems about home came from the pens 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, are forever etched in the memory:

Yes! Now it's decided. No refund
I left my native land.
They will no longer be winged leaves
I need the poplars to ring...

In this poem about home, one feels so much pain and despair of a person who is no longer destined to see the open spaces dear to his 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”.

Such classics as M.Yu. also drew inspiration from their native land. 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 idol at home?
You endured it - and with it there’s fun,
Free labor and sweet peace...

Poems about home, like memories of youth

The theme of native spaces has always attracted creatively gifted people, perhaps because they feel and experience the passing of carefree youth more keenly. Thus, everyone’s favorite children’s poet Samuil Marshak, famous for his funny and instructive works for kids, pours out conflicting emotions in a poem about home:

...So it pulls you towards you and calls you
Home shelter with warm smoke.
Isn't it your youth that lives here?
Behind three rows of trunks...

No one can turn back time, but in these lyrics the happy moments of childhood and youth come to life, when the world still seems infinitely big, kind and open.

Another children's writer echoes Marshak - A.L. Barto. In her “The House Woke Up at Dawn,” instead of the usual simple and slightly ironic instructions for children, one feels quiet sadness and nostalgia.

Poems about home also occupy a special place in the works of modern authors. They reflect life in a big city, when home is not a quiet village or cozy courtyard, but a noisy metropolis. These lyrics are no less interesting and emotional, and represent a new facet of this inexhaustible topic.