Funny children's poems about the ball
V. Berestov
They beat him, but he doesn’t get angry.
He sings and has fun.
Because without beating
No for life ball.
N. Radchenko
My funny ball
Jumps and gallops:
Jump-jump - to the corner,
And then back.
Wok how we are evening
We had a nice time!
T. Prokusheva
Multi-colored ball
Jumps along the path.
Jumps, doesn't fight,
It’s not given to your hands!
G. Kuznets
The ball is bouncing jump and jump,
The ball bounces on the threshold.
Jumps ten times in a row
From the palm and back.
E. Gorbovskaya
What is this, what is this noise?
The ball is bouncing : boom Boom Boom!
Jump-jump-jump and hop-hop-hop,
Rolled under a bush.
I. Oleneva
Ball jumping - frolicking!
How can he stop?
I just dropped my hands -
And my ball became sad!
E. Dolgikh
Jump-jump, jump-jump
Although I am short,
But he's bouncy.
And from a terrible steep
I'll swing and gallop!
I'm a round ball
N. Zubareva
Ball rolled under the chair
And he lies there, hidden.
How to play football now?
How should I score goals?
Hey, enough of lying around there,
It's time for me to train!
Get out, you tricky ball,
The boy has been waiting for you here!
I considered you a friend
I'm a little bored without you!
I would get you myself
It's a pity that the handles are too small!
T. Schott
Ball big and thick-sided,
puffs up the ball in his cheeks.
Don't burst from resentment
that the sides are always beaten.
The player is training -
put up your unbroken side
N. Rodivilina
I'm round, like a bun.
I have an elastic side.
Very cheerful and jumpy,
I can fly to the clouds!
Life is certainly not easy -
The sides are constantly hitting,
But I'm not afraid of blows
I remain in good shape
Don't let me lie down
I can run away
Without moving - at least cry! Did you guess it? It's a ball!
O. Hristolyubova
Vovka does not stand still:
And he skipped
And gallop.
"I have a Dexterous ball!"
"How can a ball be - dexterous?"
"I throw it high,
I hit with a running start - far away,
I'll catch him anyway
Dexterous - easy to catch!"
A. Kuzmina
The ball was jumping and galloped
And then he ran away
Rolled along the path
And I didn’t come back
I looked for him everywhere
And then I got tired of searching,
I cried bitterly
Where was the ball hidden?
I'll call my mom for help,
Let me help you find it
Maybe he rolled into a hole,
I need to get it.
E. Erato
Jump along the paths of the garden,
The stubborn ball ran ,
And a cheerful crowd
I called all the guys to follow me.
Blue-red sides,
Touch him lightly, -
He will touch the ground
But it’s not given into your hands.
Poems from the collection of E. Zheleznova:
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
Ball - ball, my friend
Voiced, sonorous, sonorous side
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
I throw and catch the ball
I like to play with the ball
Ball, mommy, don’t hide it
Throw the ball back to me
I throw and catch the ball
I like to play with the ball
A. Izmailov
Round ball , elastic side
He jumps loudly
I threw it on the floor
He jumped - and onto the table.
Here is the gate - gate A
Goalkeeper of whom?.. Kota!
The ball flies past the goal,
The cat hid under the bed.
N. Epatova
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
He hit the floor loudly
And he went off to jump and jump.
This is a wonderful toy
No ring, no rattle.
Just hit him with your palm,
And he jumps like a cat.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
This is my first time playing with it.
Are the balls really alive?
My ball is flying ,
Flies towards you
Look, don't miss it!
Catch him, hold him
And throw it to me again.
Cheerful friend, my ball!
Everywhere, everywhere he is with me!
One two three four five,
It's good for me to play with him!
Round ball without hesitation
Jumps and jumps along the path
Often, often, low, low
From the ground to the hand so close
Jump and jump and jump and jump
Don't jump to the ceiling
Jump and jump and knock and knock
You will not escape from our hands.
Katso
Ball in a puddle,
ball in a puddle
no one needs him.
Jumped and jumped all day long
He beat everyone who felt like it.
And with dented sides,
abrasions, bruises
he is now in big trouble -
he lies alone in the water.
M. Piudunen
I take the ball in my hands,
Do you want to play?
A fun game
Who will catch him?
I throw and you catch,
If you throw it, I'll catch it,
Only a ball for some reason
Always running away.
Wants to jump and jump,
Hide somewhere
Either under the table, then under the sofa,
Then he dives into bed.
My nice ball
funny ball
Doesn't sit still!
I'll take him, let him go,
And again he flies!
T. Goette
One day the ball says :
"They beat me, but I don't cry,
I smile and jump
As a ball should!
If you get kicked in the side,
Of course, you immediately: “Oh!”
Having been kicked in the side,
I'll substitute another one.
Well, hit the ball!
I'm tired of waiting! I'm not kidding!"
R. Gorenburgova
Ball round -
jump and jump!
Where could you have gone?
Jumped and rolled
rolled into a corner,
lay there and waited for me.
I searched for him for three days!
S. Marshak
My funny ringing ball ,
Where did you run off to?
Red, yellow, blue,
Can't keep up with you!
I smacked you with my palm.
You jumped and stomped loudly.
You fifteen times in a row
Jumped into the corner and back.
And then you rolled
And he didn’t turn back.
Rolled into the garden
Got to the gate
rolled under the gate,
I reached the turn.
There I got under a wheel.
It burst, it burst, that's all!
S. Ostrovsky
My ball , soccer ball, it's round.
He is disgusted by the dark corner,
Where it gathers dust on the floor.
The ball is too round
To live in a corner.
But what happiness in abundance
Jump across the grass field,
Having turned your legs to your sides,
It's easy to fly under the clouds!
What a pleasure it is
To be in the center
To be in the heat of battle!..
It's a pity, the battlefield is a cramped yard.
And your space is limited.
What happiness after all
Suddenly hit the gate!..
R-time! -Bad turn -
And the ball is in the window instead of a goal.
And fragments fly onto the asphalt...
And the T-shirts were seized...
And the ball is collecting dust on the floor
He did something wrong, he's in the corner
N. Kechatova
They gave Dana a ball -
The ball began to gallop towards him.
He is cheerful and resilient:
Jump and jump - and right into your hands!
Jump and jump, jump and jump -
Wonderful friend!
What's happened? - Danya is crying,
There's a quiet ball in the corner
Danya, Danechka, don’t cry!
Who hurt you? - Me-a-ach!
I hit him against the wall - bang!
Bounced off and straight into the lo-o
Your friend is just joking -
Jump and jump, jump and jump!
Don’t sulk in vain, dear Danka -
Look at that sad ball!
The ball is big and thick-sided,
puffs up the ball in his cheeks.
Don't burst from resentment
that the sides are always beaten.
The player is training -
expose your unbroken side.
Schott T.
The ball flies striped
The cubs are chasing the ball.
- Can I? –
asked the mouse.
- What you!
You're still a baby!
Sapgir G.
Colored ball jumping
In the yard in front of me.
This ball is very cute:
He hasn't broken any glass yet.
Vieru G.
The ball rolled under the chair
And he lies there, hidden.
How to play football now?
How should I score goals?
Hey, enough of lying around there,
It's time for me to train!
Get out, you tricky ball,
The boy has been waiting for you here!
I considered you a friend
I'm a little bored without you!
I would get you myself
It's a pity that the handles are too small!
Zubareva N.
Ball, ball
Jump and jump.
Flew to the ceiling
Flew high, fell,
I caught the ball in my hands.
Colorful and big
It has a pattern, the ball is mine.
I went out into the yard for a walk,
I invited everyone to play.
We played football
Everyone kicked the ball.
Then into the gate - to the goalkeeper,
Sometimes to the player too.
We got to the judge
We lost count.
The poor ball endured everything
And he flew through the gate.
They all beat him in a row,
The ball was not at all happy.
The ball burst and lies there,
It's sad how he looks at everyone.
I took my ball from the ground
And he pressed him to himself.
At home I inflated the ball
The hole was tightened tightly.
I don't play football with him
I only kick at home.
Ivanycheva M.
The ball is jumping - frolicking!
How can he stop?
I just dropped my hands -
And my ball became sad!
Oleneva I.
The ball was jumping, playing around,
I didn't want to get into place
I've been rolling on the floor all day,
He started jumping and jumping.
Suddenly the glass decanter broke
And behind the wooden door
I found myself under lock and key...
I will save him secretly.
I understand that he
Very bad
ALONE.
Ranneva E.
The ball is round -
jump and jump!
Where could you have gone?
Jumped and rolled
rolled into a corner,
lay there and waited for me.
I searched for him for three days!
Gorenburgova R.
My
Funny,
Voiced
Ball,
Where are you going
rushed
Jump?
Yellow,
Red,
Blue,
Can't keep up
Behind you!
I
You
Palm
He clapped.
You
Jumped
And loudly
Stomped.
You
Fifteen
Once
Contract
Jumped
Into the corner
And back.
And then
You rolled
And back
Didn't come back.
Rolled
To the garden,
Got it
To the gate
Rolled up
Under the gate
I reached it
Before the turn.
There
Got it
Under the wheel.
Burst,
Slammed -
That's all!
Samuel Marshak
Ball in a puddle
ball in a puddle
no one needs him.
Jumped and jumped all day long
He beat everyone who felt like it.
And with dented sides,
abrasions, bruises
he is now in big trouble -
he lies alone in the water.
Katso
Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
Agniya Barto
Round ball, elastic side
He jumps loudly
I threw it on the floor
He jumped up and onto the table.
Here is the gate - gate A
Goalkeeper of whom?.. Kota!
The ball flies past the goal,
The cat hid under the bed.
Izmailov A.
The ball is to blame everywhere
Breaks everything down:
And a shop window,
And Aunt Zina's hair,
The nose is for a colonel in uniform,
And the window in the sixth apartment...
But he didn’t get it
And the boy alone
Shatskikh T.
The ball is loud and elastic!
Don't be jealous, friends,
we can play together
you can throw a ball;
if you hit him against the wall -
he will return to his knee;
if you throw it on the track -
he will jump up to the window,
and maybe even higher -
will fly up to the roof!
Lilac Fairy
The ball is hit with a hand, foot,
And he is not offended.
And the ball is touched
Once, twice,
And then he deflates...
Grigorieva E.
The ball jumped and jumped,
And then he ran away
Rolled along the path
And I didn’t come back
I looked for him everywhere
And then I got tired of searching,
I cried bitterly
Where was the ball hidden?
I'll call my mom for help,
Let me help you find it
Maybe he rolled into a hole,
I need to get it.
Kuzmina A.
Your ball
Your new ball
Don't hide from me,
I won't eat it!
What a wonderful ball -
Not a horse
And he rushes at a gallop,
One,
And that's enough for everyone.
Amanov E.
I'm round, like a bun.
I have an elastic side.
Very cheerful and jumpy,
I can fly to the clouds!
Life is certainly not easy -
The sides are constantly hitting,
But I'm not afraid of blows
I remain in good shape
Don't let me lie down
I can run away
Without moving - at least cry!
Did you guess it? It's a ball!
Rodivilina N.
The ball is made of rubber.
I hit him on the floor with my hand -
He takes off like a spring
It dances like a clockwork.
Lema B.
The ball jumps and jumps,
The ball bounces on the threshold.
Jumps ten times in a row
From the palm and back.
Kuznets G.
Lying on the path
And warms your sides
My ball.
Breakfast by the spoon
Little by little for now
Hamster.
Wait, my dear,
Don't you run away
Please.
I need a couple of spoons
Yes, half a pie
There's something left!
Zhdanova E.
My funny ball
Jumps and gallops:
Jump-jump - into the corner,
And then back.
That's how we are tonight
We had a nice time!
Radchenko N.
I hit the ball with my palm,
The ball bounces along the path.
Jump and gallop until the turn,
Jump and gallop and beyond the gate,
Jumped into the neighbor's garden -
That's how restless he is!
Koval T.
My ball, a soccer ball, is round.
He is disgusted by the dark corner,
Where it gathers dust on the floor.
The ball is too round
To live in a corner.
But what happiness in abundance
Jump across the grass field,
Having turned your legs to your sides,
It's easy to fly under the clouds!
What a pleasure it is
To be in the center
To be in the heat of battle!..
It's a pity, the battlefield is a cramped yard.
And your space is limited.
What happiness after all
Suddenly hit the gate!..
R-time! - Bad turn -
And the ball is in the window instead of a goal.
And fragments fly onto the asphalt...
And the T-shirts were seized...
And the ball is collecting dust on the floor -
He did something wrong, he's in the corner.
Ostrovsky S.
The ball jumped away from Katya
And disappeared somewhere.
He is nowhere to be found, even if you cry,
He disappeared, that's the problem!
Behind the sofa, under the table,
In the stove, under the bed
And in the corner behind the chest
Katya is looking for the ball.
He searches and searches but will not find.
And he doesn’t know that
That Barbos and the gray cat
They play volleyball.
Ladonshchikov G.
My nice ball
funny ball
Doesn't sit still!
I'll take him, let him go,
And again he flies!
River wave to the shore
He's kicking an inflatable ball.
Come on, naughty ball,
Will you swim with me?
Koval T.
Round ball without hesitation
Jumps and jumps along the path
Often, often, low, low
From the ground to the hand so close
Jump and jump and jump and jump
Don't jump to the ceiling
Jump and jump and knock and knock
You will not escape from our hands.
I see the boys hitting the ball:
And with a running start,
And with your foot!
I asked the poor ball:
“Does it hurt, dear ball?”
The ball stuck its tongue out at me
- So it doesn’t hurt you, then?!
The ball replied:
- The boys
Do you see how much strength there is?
I have too much too!
The boys and I are alike!
We're having so much fun!
Enjoy!
Volleyball!
And football!
And it doesn’t hurt a bit!
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
Ball - ball, my friend
Voiced, sonorous, sonorous side
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
I throw and catch the ball
I like to play with the ball
Ball, mommy, don’t hide it
Throw the ball back to me
I throw and catch the ball
I love to play with the ball.
Dad gave me
New soccer ball
And now I'm walking
Proud and satisfied.
What do I care?
That your eyes are burning
The neighbors' kids?
I shout to them: “You can’t
Soccer ball, new
Drive on the ground -
Can be scratched
Or rip it off."
And now I'm bored
With my ball.
Why did you stay?
Am I all alone?
Metzger A.
Jump-jump, jump-jump
Although I am short,
But he's bouncy.
And from a terrible steep
I'll swing and gallop!
I'm a round ball
Dolgikh E.
Round, soft, striped
All the guys like him
Can he ride for a long time?
And don’t get tired at all.
You throw it on the floor -
He'll jump high
It's never boring with him
We want to play it.
Multi-colored ball
Jumps along the path.
Jumps, doesn't fight,
It’s not given to your hands!
Prokusheva T.
They beat him, but he doesn’t get angry.
He sings and has fun.
Because without beating
There is no life for the ball.
Valentin Berestov
One day the ball says:
“They beat me, but I don’t cry,
I smile and jump
As a ball should!
If you get kicked in the side,
Of course, you immediately: “Oh!”
Having been kicked in the side,
I'll substitute another one.
Well, hit the ball!
I'm tired of waiting! I'm not kidding!"
Goette T.
In the morning I run to the lawn with a ball
I'm running and singing, I don't know what I'm talking about
And the ball, like the sun, burns above me
Then he turns the other way
And it will become green like grass in spring.
I take the ball in my hands,
Do you want to play?
A fun game
Who will catch him?
I throw and you catch,
If you throw it, I'll catch it,
Only a ball for some reason
Always running away.
Wants to jump and jump,
Hide somewhere
Either under the table, then under the sofa,
Then he dives into bed.
Piudunen M.
Cheerful friend, my ball!
Everywhere, everywhere he is with me!
One two three four five,
It's good for me to play with him!
Jump along the paths of the garden,
The stubborn ball ran
And a cheerful crowd
I called all the guys to follow me.
Blue-red sides,
Touch him lightly, -
He will touch the ground
But it’s not given into your hands.
Erato E.
My ball is flying
Flies towards you
Look, don't miss it!
Catch him, hold him
And throw it to me again.
What is this, what is this noise?
The ball bounces: boom-boom-boom!
Jump-jump-jump and hop-hop-hop, -
Rolled under a bush.
Gorbovskaya E.
Summer. river Tanya. ball.
and loud crying everywhere:
thrown into a ditch crying
broken bike,
wipes away tears with a crunch
skeleton hidden in the closet
in plain sight of the neighbors
the motley ball goes to the bottom.
That's just the way it is, this ball!
Hush, Tanya, don't cry.
Koshkina A.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
He hit the floor loudly
And he went off to jump and jump.
This is a wonderful toy
No ring, no rattle.
Just hit him with your palm,
And he jumps like a cat.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
This is my first time playing with it.
Are the balls really alive?
Epatova N.
He is alone on the field.
Everyone beats him, kicks him,
Pushed, caught and thrown,
They run after him and let him pass.
Sometimes the skin cracks
Flying off in pieces later.
He can float on the water
And the competition will be summed up.
He flies out of the gate,
And it freezes from the impact.
It gets inflated in a minute.
They're tearing at the seams with anger.
They will lift him over his head,
And pushed into the far corner.
Sometimes they just throw you rudely,
And it will be taken away from someone.
He is branded and decorated,
They smash me hard against the wall.
It is awarded at holidays
And they scold thoughtlessly.
It's not often you can pick it up.
But you can drive across the clearing,
With everything, whistle, yell, yell,
Roar, swear and moan.
It helps you to be healthy
They enjoy playing with him.
It is distinguished by weight,
Someday they forget about him.
It differs in color
And each has its own signs.
It looks like our planet:
Fragile, this sphere is rounded.
Blessed is he who scores a goal...
All life is like football:
Swiftly rushes at a gallop
And you're like a soccer ball in it.
Leonid Rodich
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.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "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.
We present a huge collection of poems about balls. Collected works by popular and little-known authors for children of all ages. Quatrains for children aged 3-4 years are presented in a separate selection. Short poems are easy and good to learn by heart.
Ball. Samuel Marshak
One of the most famous is the poem of the same name from his collection of the best works.
My
Funny,
Voiced
Ball,
Where are you going
rushed
Jump?
Yellow,
Red,
Blue,
Can't keep up
Behind you!
I
You
Palm
He clapped.
You
Jumped
And loudly
Stomped.
You
Fifteen
Once
Contract
Jumped
Into the corner
And back.
And then
You rolled
And back
Didn't come back.
Rolled
To the garden,
Got it
To the gate
Rolled up
Under the gate
I reached it
Before the turn.
There
Got it
Under the wheel. 
Burst,
Slammed
That's all!
Ball. Agniya Barto
The next work, perhaps familiar to any child from early childhood, is the famous “Ball,” written by the legendary Agnia Barto.
Ball
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.
Quatrains for the youngest children
V. Berestov
They beat him, but he is not angry.
He sings and has fun.
Because without beating
There is no life for the ball.
N. Radchenko
My funny ball
Jumps and gallops:
Jump-jump - into the corner,
And then back.
Wok how we are evening
We had a nice time!
T. Prokusheva
Multi-colored ball
Jumps along the path.
Jumps, doesn't fight,
It’s not given to your hands!
Grigorieva E.
The ball is hit with a hand, foot,
And he is not offended.
And the ball is touched
Once, twice,
And then he deflates...
G. Kuznets
The ball jumps and jumps,
The ball bounces on the threshold.
Jumps ten times in a row
From the palm and back.
Lema B.
The ball is made of rubber.
I hit him on the floor with my hand -
He takes off like a spring
It dances like a clockwork.
E. Gorbovskaya
What is this, what is this noise?
The ball bounces: boom-boom-boom!
Jump-jump-jump and hop-hop-hop,
Rolled under a bush.
I. Oleneva
The ball is jumping - frolicking!
How can he stop?
I just dropped my hands -
And my ball became sad!
R. Gorenburgova
The ball is round -
jump and jump!
Where could you have gone?
Jumped and rolled
rolled into a corner,
lay there and waited for me.
I searched for him for three days!
E. Dolgikh
Jump-jump, jump-jump
Although I am short,
But he's bouncy.
And from a terrible steep
I'll swing and gallop!
I'm a round ball
T. Schott
The ball is big and thick-sided,
puffs up the ball in his cheeks.
Don't burst from resentment
that the sides are always beaten.
The player is training -
expose your unbroken side.
Koval T.
River wave to the shore
He's kicking an inflatable ball.
Come on, naughty ball,
Will you swim with me?
***
My ball is flying
Flies towards you
Look, don't miss it!
Catch him, hold him
And throw it to me again.
***
Cheerful friend, my ball!
Everywhere, everywhere he is with me!
One two three four five,
It's good for me to play with him!
Sapgir G.
The ball flies striped
The cubs are chasing the ball.
- Can I? –
asked the mouse.
- What you!
You're still a baby!
***
My nice ball
funny ball
Doesn't sit still!
I'll take him, let him go,
And again he flies!
Vieru G.
Colored ball jumping
In the yard in front of me.
This ball is very cute:
He hasn't broken any glass yet.
***
In the morning I run to the lawn with a ball
I'm running and singing, I don't know what I'm talking about
And the ball, like the sun, burns above me
Then he turns the other way
And it will become green like grass in spring.
Complete collection
N. Zubareva
The ball rolled under the chair
And he lies there, hidden.
How to play football now?
How should I score goals?
Hey, enough of lying around there,
It's time for me to train!
Get out, you tricky ball,
The boy has been waiting for you here!
I considered you a friend
I'm a little bored without you!
I would get you myself
It's a pity that the handles are too small!
N. Rodivilina
I'm round, like a bun.
I have an elastic side.
Very cheerful and jumpy,
I can fly to the clouds!
Life is certainly not easy -
The sides are constantly hitting,
But I'm not afraid of blows
I remain in good shape
Don't let me lie down
I can run away
Without moving - at least cry! Did you guess it? It's a ball!
O. Hristolyubova
Vovka does not stand still:
And he skipped
And gallop.
“I have a Dexterous ball!”
“How can a ball be dexterous?”
“I throw it high,
I hit with a running start - far away,
I'll catch him anyway
Dexterous - easy to catch!
Ivanycheva M.
Ball, ball
Jump and jump.
Flew to the ceiling
Flew high, fell,
I caught the ball in my hands.
Colorful and big
It has a pattern, the ball is mine.
I went out into the yard for a walk,
I invited everyone to play.
We played football
Everyone kicked the ball.
Then into the gate - to the goalkeeper,
Sometimes to the player too.
We got to the judge
We lost count.
The poor ball endured everything
And he flew through the gate.
They all beat him in a row,
The ball was not at all happy.
The ball burst and lies there,
It's sad how he looks at everyone.
I took my ball from the ground
And he pressed him to himself.
At home I inflated the ball
The hole was tightened tightly.
I don't play football with him
I only kick at home.
Ranneva E.
The ball was jumping, playing around,
I didn't want to get into place
I've been rolling on the floor all day,
He started jumping and jumping.
Suddenly the glass decanter broke
And behind the wooden door
I found myself under lock and key...
I will save him secretly.
I understand that he
Very bad
ALONE.
A. Kuzmina
The ball jumped and jumped,
And then he ran away
Rolled along the path
And I didn’t come back
I looked for him everywhere
And then I got tired of searching,
I cried bitterly
Where was the ball hidden?
I'll call my mom for help,
Let me help you find it
Maybe he rolled into a hole,
I need to get it.
Amanov E.
Your ball
Your new ball
Don't hide from me,
I won't eat it!
What a wonderful ball -
Not a horse
And he rushes at a gallop,
One,
And that's enough for everyone.
E. Erato
Jump along the paths of the garden,
The stubborn ball ran
And a cheerful crowd
I called all the guys to follow me.
Blue-red sides,
Touch him lightly, -
He will touch the ground
But it’s not given into your hands.
Poetry from the collection by E. Zheleznova:
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
Ball - ball, my friend
Voiced, sonorous, sonorous side
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
I throw and catch the ball
I like to play with the ball
Ball, mommy, don’t hide it
Throw the ball back to me
I throw and catch the ball
I love playing with the ball!
Zhdanova E.
Lying on the path
And warms your sides
My ball.
Breakfast by the spoon
Little by little for now
Hamster.
Wait, my dear,
Don't you run away
Please.
I need a couple of spoons
Yes, half a pie
There's something left!
Koval T.
I hit the ball with my palm,
The ball bounces along the path.
Jump and gallop until the turn,
Jump and gallop and beyond the gate,
Jumped into the neighbor's garden -
That's how restless he is!
A. Izmailov
Round ball, elastic side
He jumps loudly
I threw it on the floor
He jumped up and onto the table.
Here is the gate - gate A
Goalkeeper of whom?.. Kota!
The ball flies past the goal,
The cat hid under the bed.
N. Epatova
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He hit the floor loudly
And he went off to jump and jump.
This is a wonderful toy
No ring, no rattle.
Just hit him with your palm,
And he jumps like a cat.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
This is my first time playing with it.
Are the balls really alive?
***
Round ball without hesitation
Jumps and jumps along the path
Often, often, low, low
From the ground to the hand so close
Jump and jump and jump and jump
Don't jump to the ceiling
Jump and jump and knock and knock
You will not escape from our hands.
Katso
Ball in a puddle
ball in a puddle
no one needs him.
Jumped and jumped all day long
He beat everyone who felt like it.
And with dented sides,
abrasions, bruises
he is now in big trouble -
he lies alone in the water.
M. Piudunen
I take the ball in my hands,
Do you want to play?
A fun game
Who will catch him?
I throw and you catch,
If you throw it, I'll catch it,
Only a ball for some reason
Always running away.
Wants to jump and jump,
Hide somewhere
Now under the table, now under the sofa,
Then he dives into bed.
***
I see the boys hitting the ball:
And with a running start,
And with your foot!
I asked the poor ball:
“Does it hurt, dear ball?”
The ball stuck its tongue out at me
- So it doesn’t hurt you, then?!
The ball replied:
- The boys
Do you see how much strength there is?
I have too much too!
The boys and I are alike!
We're having so much fun!
Enjoy!
Volleyball!
And football!
And it doesn’t hurt a bit!
T. Goette
One day the ball says:
“They beat me, but I don’t cry,
I smile and jump
As a ball should!
If you get kicked in the side,
Of course, you immediately: “Oh!”
Having been kicked in the side,
I'll substitute another one.
Well, hit the ball!
I'm tired of waiting! I'm not kidding!"
Shatskikh T.
The ball is to blame everywhere
Breaks everything down:
And a shop window,
And Aunt Zina's hair,
The nose is for a colonel in uniform,
And the window in the sixth apartment...
But he didn’t get it
And the boy alone.
Lilac Fairy
The ball is loud and elastic!
Don't be jealous, friends,
we can play together
you can throw a ball;
if you hit him against the wall -
he will return to his knee;
if you throw it on the track -
he will jump up to the window,
and maybe even higher -
will fly up to the roof!
S. Ostrovsky
My ball, a soccer ball, is round.
He is disgusted by the dark corner,
Where it gathers dust on the floor.
The ball is too round
To live in a corner.
But what happiness in abundance
Jump across the grass field,
Having turned your legs to your sides,
It's easy to fly under the clouds!
What a pleasure it is
To be in the center
To be in the heat of battle!..
It's a pity, the battlefield is a cramped yard.
And your space is limited.
What happiness after all
Suddenly hit the gate!..
R-time! - Bad turn -
And the ball is in the window instead of a goal.
And fragments fly onto the asphalt...
And the T-shirts were seized...
And the ball is collecting dust on the floor
He did something wrong, he's in the corner
Metzger A.
Dad gave me
New soccer ball
And now I'm walking
Proud and satisfied.
What do I care?
That your eyes are burning
The neighbors' kids?
I shout to them: “You can’t
Soccer ball, new
Drive on the ground -
Can be scratched
Or rip it off."
And now I'm bored
With my ball.
Why did you stay?
Am I all alone?
***
Round, soft, striped
All the guys like him
Can he ride for a long time?
And don’t get tired at all.
You throw it on the floor -
He'll jump high
It's never boring with him
We want to play it.
N. Kechatova
They gave Dana a ball -
The ball began to gallop towards him.
He is cheerful and resilient:
Jump and jump - and right into your hands!
Jump and jump, jump and jump -
Wonderful friend!
What's happened? - Danya is crying,
There's a quiet ball in the corner
Danya, Danechka, don’t cry!
Who hurt you? - Me-a-ach!
I hit him against the wall - bang!
Bounced off and straight into the lo-o
Your friend is just joking -
Jump and jump, jump and jump!
Don’t sulk in vain, dear Danka -
Look at that sad ball!
Ladonshchikov G.
The ball jumped away from Katya
And disappeared somewhere.
He is nowhere to be found, even if you cry,
He disappeared, that's the problem!
Behind the sofa, under the table,
In the stove, under the bed
And in the corner behind the chest
Katya is looking for the ball.
He searches and searches but will not find.
And he doesn’t know that
That Barbos and the gray cat
They play volleyball.
Koshkina A.
Summer. river Tanya. ball.
and loud crying everywhere:
thrown into a ditch crying
broken bike,
wipes away tears with a crunch
skeleton hidden in the closet
in plain sight of the neighbors
the motley ball goes to the bottom.
That's just the way it is, this ball!
hush, Tanya, don’t cry.
Leonid Rodich
He is alone on the field.
Everyone beats him, kicks him,
Pushed, caught and thrown,
They run after him and let him pass.
Sometimes the skin cracks
Flying off in pieces later.
He can float on the water
And the competition will be summed up.
He flies out of the gate,
And it freezes from the impact.
It gets inflated in a minute.
They're tearing at the seams with anger.
They will lift him over his head,
And pushed into the far corner.
Sometimes they just throw you rudely,
And it will be taken away from someone.
He is branded and decorated,
They smash me hard against the wall.
It is awarded at holidays
And they scold thoughtlessly.
It's not often you can pick it up.
But you can drive across the clearing,
With everything, whistle, yell, yell,
Roar, swear and moan.
It helps you to be healthy
They enjoy playing with him.
It is distinguished by weight,
Someday they forget about him.
It differs in color
And each has its own signs.
It looks like our planet:
Fragile, this sphere is rounded.
Blessed is he who scores a goal...
All life is like football:
Swiftly rushes at a gallop
And you're like a soccer ball in it.
