Welcome to the world of children's poetry! Here you'll find short, sweet poems written especially for our youngest readers\u2014second-graders. These simple and clear poems tell stories of friendship, animals, nature, and fun adventures. Read, learn, and share them with your friends! May these lines inspire you with a positive attitude and a love of poetry.<\/p>\n
\nThe leaves are swirling and flying, Autumn has come to visit us. Yellow and red in a row, The park is quiet and bright. The wind carries the leaves, Whirling them in a merry dance. A boat floats in the puddles, Autumn brings us joy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy puppy<\/h2>\n
\nI have a little puppy, He's funny and very kind. He loves to play and run around here, And chew on slippers like a bad boy. He always wags his tail, He's happy when I come. He's my best friend, my star, And I love him very much. We walk together in the yard, He runs after the ball. And I'm happy, and he's happy in the game, You couldn't find a better friend!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSunny bunny<\/h2>\n
\nA sunny, cheerful little bunny runs and plays along the wall. He amuses us with his rays, a mischievous little boy. He'll fall to the floor, and then fly up onto the closet. A ray of sunshine will find us, and give us a smile.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nWinter day<\/h2>\n
\nFluffy snow outside the window, Covering everything in white. Everything around is like a snow house, Joyfully welcoming winter. We built a snowman, With a carrot for a nose. And played snowballs until our eyes froze. The wind howls outside the wall, But it's bright in the warmth inside. A winter day is so familiar, And my heart feels so light!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMurka the cat<\/h2>\n
\nMurka the cat sleeps in the warmth, On the windowsill, by the radiator. She dreams of being in the yard, Catching butterflies like a fairy. She purrs softly, sleeps sweetly, And strokes her muzzle with her paw. And when she wakes up, she runs straight to you, No need to ask for milk.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSpring flowers<\/h2>\n
\nThe snowdrops have blossomed, the first flowers of spring. White and delicate as snowflakes, they bring joy to both children and adults. The sun warms the earth again, the birds sing merrily. Everything around is full of flowers, and spring is entering its shelter. And then the tulips will bloom, and daffodils, and lilacs. Everything around is fragrant here, a joyful spring day!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy pencil<\/h2>\n
\nI draw the sun, and a flower, and a house. My pencil is my friend, it draws very skillfully. It will color the world around in bright colors instantly. And my drawing, my friend, will become joyful, wonderful.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nAt the zoo<\/h2>\n
\nWe went to the zoo, and saw a lion there. He walks proudly around the cage, and roars, as if he's always angry. And the giraffe is very tall, stretching his long neck. And the elephant, big and kind, splashed us all with water. There are monkeys and bears, and zebras, and parrots. The zoo is great fun, and we adore the animals!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nRain<\/h2>\n
\nRain is dripping from the sky, Along the paths and on the roofs. It will wash the whole forest, And fill the rivers with silence. We will put on our boots, And run through the puddles. Rain is just crumbs, Of the joy that the world gives us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe school bell<\/h2>\n
\nThe bell rang, calling us all to class. We hurried to our desks, and the teacher was waiting for us. We will write letters, and solve problems. We will gain knowledge, and help each other. School is our home, where we learn and grow. The school bell is heard by everyone, and we are happy here!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy mother<\/h2>\n
\nMom is my best friend, she loves and protects me. And when I'm suddenly sad, Mom will read me a story. She cooks so deliciously, and she always understands me. Mom is a ray of sunshine, that will warm me in bad weather.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nI love reading<\/h2>\n
\nI love reading books, about princesses and dragons. About seas and animals, about heroes and laws. Books open up a world full of fairy tales and wonders. And when I hold them, I forget all the stress. In books you can travel, to different countries and centuries. And you can always meet there new friends and wonders!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe birds have arrived<\/h2>\n
\nBirds have flown in from the south, and built themselves a nest. They sang their ringing songs, and gave us spring. They build their nest, from twigs and grass. And they care for their chicks, and are happy, just like us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nMy balloon<\/h2>\n
\nI bought a balloon, red, bright as a raspberry. It flew away in the wind, and soared into the depths of the sky. I held onto the balloon tightly, so that it wouldn't fly away into the distance. And I played with it joyfully, on this sunny day.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFriendship Lessons<\/h2>\n
\nIt's more fun with a friend, playing and drawing. They'll support you when you're weak, and help you win. Respect your friend and share your toys. Dream joyfully together, and don't argue needlessly. Friendship is a precious gift, it should always be cherished. And then all sadness will disappear, and spring will come forever!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Welcome to the world of children's poetry! Here you'll find short and sweet poems written especially for our youngest readers\u2014second-graders. These poems are simple\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134633","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134633","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134633"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134633\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136192,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134633\/revisions\/136192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134633"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134633"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134633"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}