Tedious rain pours to the ground,
And wilted space.
Autumn unscrewed the sun
Like a light bulb fitter.

Leaf fall, leaf fall,
Yellow leaves are flying.
Under their feet they rustle
Soon the garden will be naked.

The sun hid behind the clouds
Rain sprinkles prickly,
The wind rustles with leaves -
This autumn is in a hurry to us.

Gloomy rain pours and pours,
Pouring never gets tired.
So as not to get wet in the rain
Open the umbrella soon!

Fall

If the leaves on the trees turn yellow,
If distant birds flew to the edge,
If the sky is gloomy, if it rains,
This time of year is called autumn.

Fall

A crow in the sky screams: - Karr!
In the forest fire-r, in the forest fire-r!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it!

Here is a maple leaf on a branch,
Today it is just like new.
All rosy, golden.
Where are you going? Wait a minute!

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

Birdhouse empty ...

Birdhouse empty, birds flew away,
The leaves on the trees also can’t sit
All day today everyone flies, flies ...
It is evident that they also want to fly to Africa.

October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Today it’s just like new!
All rosy, golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait a minute!

Here is a maple leaf on a branch,
Today it’s just like new!
All rosy, golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait a minute!

There are few leaves on the trees.
On earth - a lot.
From the patchwork quilt
Goodbye autumn sews.

Gray asphalt track
Autumn blossomed brightly, yellow.
I walk along it and imagine
I’m walking from summer to winter on the bridge!

SEPTEMBER

Autumn got paint
She needs to paint a lot:
Leaves are yellow and red
Gray is the sky and puddles.

OCTOBER

It's been raining since morning
It’s pouring from a bucket,
And like large flowers
Umbrellas bloom.

NOVEMBER

Hands freeze in November:
Cold, wind in the yard
Late autumn bears
The first snow and the first ice.

SEPTEMBER

Birds flew in the sky.
What they can’t sit at home?
September asks them: “In the south
Hide 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
Close the door in the mink.
Brown bear until spring
Will sleep and dream.

Quiet. The rustling underfoot.
Foliage shining pattern.
Wondrous awe between us.
Autumn magic carpet.

The stars of the cloud kiss on top
And by night, maybe the last thunderstorm ...
Again August will shout “bye!”
And autumn will reflect your eyes.

Autumn is a beautiful time
You part with me forever.
Let them leave the train stations,
Autumn has come, and you have left.

Autumn shakes its leaves
I walk around the city alone.
Autumn is pouring its empty tears
Nobody needs me again.

So lonely autumn has come
Rain and cold bringing with you.
Summer takes away all the warmth with itself,
That warmed you and me

Here are the yellow leaves flying
Like letters from a far country
And hiding the confused look
I look after them, freezing.

On the threshold of life - autumn and love
Somehow met overnight
An old dispute arose between them again
What can't be autumn happiness

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Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: a different work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and otherwise - if you move away.

Small 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

Among all the arts, poetry is more tempted than others to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen sparkles.

Humboldt V.

Poems work out if created with spiritual clarity.

Writing verses is closer to worship than is generally believed.

When would you know from what litter Poems grow without knowing shame ... Like a dandelion at a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Not only poetry is poetry: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, this sky - everywhere beauty and life, and where beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a disease of mind growth.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not ours - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our hearts our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no room for wisdom.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to the white verse. Rhymes in Russian are too few. One causes 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

- ... Your poems are good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! - suddenly Ivan boldly and frankly said.
- Do not write anymore! - asked the one who asked imploringly.
- I promise and swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write in words.

John Fowles "The lover of the French lieutenant"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the tips of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them there is a poem.

Alexander Alexandrovich Block

Poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely created more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: all of them were excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, the whole Universe is invariably hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes the dozing lines.

Max Fry. Chatty Dead

To one of my clumsy hippopotamus verses I attached such a paradise tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not care, 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 - persecute critics. They are only miserable supporters of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar palpable handles go there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic pile 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. Thousand Lives

Poems - a thrill of the heart, excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry, which rejected the word.

For these four lines
I’ll give myself all in all
They tear my soul to pieces
And throw at your feet!

How would we live in the world
If there were no love?
Children would grow up without fathers
People would die out of longing ...

I am all autumn, you are spring
I’m all gray and gray, you are clear!
Being together is not destiny
Between us death is winter ...

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

I'm coming homeless
Dog in the rain
Love not shared
To my heart with a knife ...

My future is shaky
My past is fog
The present is a mistake
And my love is a deception ...

Love brings inspiration
Blows feelings high
And even a bitter fall
Her beauty does not spoil.

Candlelight - trembling, burning
The fire of a star - incinerates,
The fire of the soul - everything exalts,
The fire of love - takes all three!

In the fall, I crawled inaudibly
In winter she yawned and slept
And in the spring, thunderstorm tearing down the roof,
Love burst into our hearts!

Held her hand in trembling
On my cheek
And a slap in the ring
All told me ...

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

Hate you! But more
I hate being without you.
Loneliness is twice as hot
Once you lose, not yet finding ...

I know you're lying, but how sweet
Give a lie to yourself!
And you yourself are not disgusted,
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
Life is awkward,
All woven into yours!

Don’t think love has passed
Don't cry and don't consider yourself forgotten
Until you're gone forever
Hope the door will remain open!

Stole the soul
And plunged into hell
But I'm not scared
I'm glad to love!

The seventh circle of hell -
Love’s first circle
No need to grieve
Still to come!

Here, I remember everything about love:
What a passion, what a strength!
I would love someone else
Sorry about me, love forgot ...

Love spring has faded
Summer has rolled
Autumn has become so bitter
What winter is like mercy ...

Go away
Do not want to see you!
And take all your things,
Whatever, what to hate!

He sits in a cage at home
Dreaming of love.
But she will not find one
Who is forever locked up ...

Again, the day will present an occasion
Meet you in the city.
That the heart torments at night
Will become the center of being.

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

On the headboard, without any decency
Your dress, tights and bra flies.
With the speed of light and panties took off
With a laugh she tore off the blanket ...

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

Though alive, even dead
I do not care.
Memory wiped up holes
Your face has forgotten ...

There was no use sex for love
Yes, love wanted to find sensuality.
She didn’t start boldly, and then got carried away.
I got it! Her power is in sex!

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

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

I won’t tell anyone
I will wait for your steps.
The wait is
I’m ready to bear the cross.

Spent the last hope
All on you alone
And you walked it casually
Just laughed on the go ...

About love, in four lines
It’s not difficult to write
It’s hard to put an end to life ...
You can make a mistake.

Words words words...
There is magic and a miracle in them,
They cannot be comprehended to the end,
Without words, love is a dish without salt!

We broke up forever
Without saying no, no yes.
Years fly nowhere -
I am alone and you alone ...

Met at the apartment.
Withdrawn beyond the power of the eyes
Two hearts in the human desert
Fell on the mattress!

Do not leave, do not hide, do not hide
Do not call anyone for help.
You and the angel, you and the devil
And love is both pain and grace ...

Years and distances kill everything
Even despair swept away.
You have changed, and I have grown old.
Met ... and goodbye!

I have a memory
About your smile ...
Sorry, can't be fixed
Past error ...

Will never happen again
Your hand is a charm gesture.
An autumn leaf spins 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, but I'm funny
And you scream that I'm an damned old man !!!
Cursed by your death year 85th. . .

Time heals any wounds
And separation teaches us to forget.
I hope ragged patchwork
I'm trying to sew with love.

From somewhere in the past
From a series of losses,
Love is already frozen
Everything will not close the door ...

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

Four lines of love ...
How much and how little!
Poems burst from the heart
And I didn’t feel any easier ...

October

Here is a maple leaf on a branch,
Today it’s just like new!
All rosy, golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait a minute!

V. Berestov

Colorful wind

After the summer, autumn is coming,
Yellow songs the wind sings to her.
The red underside of the foot spreads leaves
White snowflake flies in the blue.

V. Stepanov

Fall

A raven screams in the sky:
- Karr!
In the forest fire-r, in the forest fire-r!
And it was just very:
Autumn settled in it.

E. Intulov

Fall

It's autumn in our park
Gives autumn to everyone gifts:
Red beads - mountain ash,
Pink apron - aspen,
Umbrella yellow - to poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.

I. Vinokurov

"In the aspen forest ..."

In the aspen forest
The aspen tremble.
Ripping off the wind
With aspen scarves.
He is on the paths
Kerchiefs will reset -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come ...

V. Stepanov

Gold leaves, fall, fly
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many leaves of gold on the paths,
We will make a good bouquet of them,
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Autumn golden came to visit us.

E. Blaginina

Maple and Christmas trees

There is no hope of salvation! -
Autumn Maple is half-undressed.
And the wind-thief is glad to try -
Tears off a gold outfit.
But the Christmas trees don’t give up -
Their needles are sharp!

S. Ostrovsky

All year round. October

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

S. Marshak

Fall. In the morning frosts.
In the groves of yellow leaf fall.
Leaves near a birch
Gold carpet lie.
In puddles, the ice is transparent blue.
On the leaves is white hoarfrost.

E. Golovin

Wasps

Wasps are yellower by the fall,
Striper and meaner
Seen grandmother's compote
It does not give them peace.
And jam and jam
We have, and they
It's a shame.
(V. Stepanov)

Naughty rain

Rain, rain, you listen:
Do not go barefoot through the puddles.
Autumn roams the roads
He wears a cold
You turn white - you become snow -
Until April, you do not melt.
(T. Koneva)

Mischievous

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

Autumn

A flock of birds flies away
The clouds rush sobbing.
Like a thin blade of grass
The aspen trembles in the wind.
I tell her:
- Take it easy,
Do not be afraid of the white winter.
(I. Melnichuk)

Fall fox

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

A. Teslenko

Fall, fall, wait a minute!
And do not rush with the rains
Give us some more summer
Sun and light

G. Shestakova

Rain is pouring, trying
Although they do not ask him.
The sun is in the clouds
So it's autumn.

T. Yakovenko

Gray asphalt track
Autumn painted yellow, bright.
I walk along it and imagine
I’m walking from summer to winter on the bridge!

V. Trop

Red autumn - we ask you to visit!
Brightly color the nature of autumn for us.
The leaf is orange, the leaf is crimson,
He draws passionately, painstakingly.
Draw as long as winter said
And then she took all the paint and licked it.