Music is one of the most interesting activities for children.
From childhood they should be taught to see beauty. Our children listen to their mother's lullabies, then their horizons expand. Children's favorite songs appear, kids love to move to the sounds of dance tunes. Then they slowly become familiar with other music. And a lot depends on us, parents, how we can instill in our children a love of music. Listen to various pieces of music with your children and try to find your own flavor in each of them. And the poems about music that we have selected in this article will help children better understand this topic.
A poem with music, like a couple in spring...
Short poems about music for preschool children
The land where music lives
Our ship is sailing merrily and joyfully! To the country where beautiful music lives! There “Allegro”, “Polka” sound fun, Delighting boys and girls with the melody! Larisa Ermolovich
Music
A child writes a song, squeaking his finger on the glass. What kind of music does he hear somewhere there, inside himself?
This simple song suddenly flew off the glass and, flying over the street, captivated all passers-by.
And how can you not be surprised, After all, it lurks everywhere, In the gateway and in the corner, - This song that creaks with a quick finger on the glass! Maurice Carem
Music song
The notes E and D sounded: “Go to sleep, people, in peace.”
And followed by do, re: “Let grief disappear in the world.”
And then all together - do, re, mi: “Let all people be kind!”
They picked up the song F and Sol: “The stars are scattered like F and Sol.”
“And the Earth is spinning above them,” B and A pulled together.
The trolleybus flashed fa-ra-mi - The notes echoed: fa, re, mi... Elena Grigorieva
This is the music to which...
This is the music that makes me want to cry and sing. Take yourself an oratorio, And the roll of drums, and brass. Take them as your allies. Easy, until the end of days... Leave me with that music: We will talk with it. Bulat Okudzhava
Hooray! On a narrow path
Hooray! On a narrow path Sometimes a poem with music meets, Like a couple in the spring... And then sometimes, dear ones, They merge into eternal understandings, Like air, bread, water. They sing more wonderfully, They sound even brighter And, becoming a good song, They will make people happy!
Music is the most powerful form of magic. Marilyn Manson
Beautiful children's poems for preschoolers
Not every child can patiently listen to the end of a long fairy tale or story. Short children's poems for 4-5 years old are much better in this regard. They do not tire with monotony, and the simple rhyme easily holds the attention of the little listener. You will be surprised how quickly children remember rhymes - once you repeat them several times, they will recite the ending with you. This not only entertains, but also trains the child’s memory.
He who loves music will be happy
Poems about music for children in grades 1-2-3
Major-minor
The musician and the conductor rejoice with us: We’ll tell you about the minor and the major ourselves.
Once upon a time there lived gnome brothers, Their house was next to the music house, A major brother with a minor brother, Two different fret brothers.
I am Major, I run, I scream, I am Minor, I walk, I am sad, I am Major, I laugh, I make noise, I am Minor, I whisper and sleep, I am Major, a cheerful gnome, I do not cry in the rain, I am Minor, sad gnome, I come to the house sad. I am Major, like a tomato: Red, very bright, Let's call Minor White, Like a snowdrop in the park.
An interesting conversation, We became friends, We told ourselves about the minor and the major. Svetlana Kabanova
Birch grove is a harp
The birch grove is a harp: The rushing wind plays on it A simple, unpretentious song... The copse that approached the road, Like a guy, stretched out his accordion - The broad melody of Rus'! And the pine forest is a golden organ, And its music is almost visible: It flies up with the movement of the crown. And I see in the hazel tree - a horn, And I hear in the aspen - a balalaika, And the maple rings, Like a real tambourine! And now I’m not at all surprised how many musical instruments man has noticed in nature...
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I love naively with music boxes. Their tender songs are crystal; How bright winter walks are, They lull sadness.
In their music, like scattering beads, broken sadness rings. I love listening to them, forgetting myself, Although I know everything by heart.
A strange charm lurks in their music: everything is about one thing, longing rings, memories sing, shimmering with silver... N. Ashukin
Listening to Bach's music
He listened to Bach for the first time, And tears flowed from his eyes, His soul was all on fire, It was light all around, as if during the day.
Tell me, how can a person create a melody to last forever? Yes, for a century or two, he created a masterpiece forever!
And so I listen to the organ, The sound comes to the fore, And I can’t understand, I can’t explain, I’ll never forget this! Mark Lvovsky
A star fell from the sky
A star fell from the sky into my palms - This means there was little space in the sky... On Earth, it’s cozy and pleasant for her to stay a little. To fly back and tell you that there is a lot of room on Earth for great miracles, Music sounds lovely here and here and here... It brings joy to everyone, weaving lace, Warms the soul, the heart, sounding day after day. He who loves music will be happy. After all, without Music there is no happiness, no matter who he is. Larisa Ermolovich
Musical pie
The cook was known as a musician, he sang and made pies. “LA, SI, DO, RE, MI, FA, SOL.” And he poured salt into the cooking.
And when he prepared soup from beans and cereals, he sang “FA” and “SALT”, and did not forget to put in the beans.
What a cook! What a weirdo! For him, lunch is nothing. He once hid the note “RE” in applesauce.
What can you take from the merry Cook-Cook? Instead of berries, the cook put seven notes in the pie.
Whoever tried the pie could not frown anymore. Take a bite too, my friend, of the musical pie. Elena Ranneva
Music for drawing
I draw MUSIC while sitting at the table. Let the image of the play prompt your heart again. One piece sounds joyful and cheerful, which means that in the drawing the sun will shine. The lullaby piece is gentle and light, Various sounds flow, I’m lucky here! I will see the image of my dear mother in her, sitting by the bed, cradling me. I can draw a lot of drawings, different ones for each play, to show them to you. Larisa Ermolovich
Farewell to music
In the melodic picture The treble clef became stooped. Guilty shoes Sami hides under a chair. The desired key slips away. I’ll play somehow!.. “You’re putting the accents in the wrong place! And don't forget about your elbows! After all, we have a concert on Tuesday, Press the pedal!..” Like a whale, huge, black, the piano opens its mouth. In the yard, girls are jumping in a crowd through an elastic band. Musical pictures March draws blue. V. Ivchenko
Children should live in a world of beauty, games, fairy tales, music, drawing, fantasy, and creativity. Vasily Alexandrovich Sukhomlinsky
The art of sacred music...
Poems about music for grade 5 by famous poets
Oh, music!
Oh, music! You are the king in the crown, You are the god who sings for people. Especially when Skavronsky hands out Chopin from the keys.
Like ripened strawberries, Like blue cornflower in rye, So are Frederic’s harmonies Fragrant and fresh.
Thank you, my dear maestro, I am so pleased with you, You put mediocrities in their place with Your magical game.
Extend the bliss of sounds, Splash Chopin into us again, So that the breath of spring will come to the Moscow alleys! Victor Bokov
I never understood...
I never understood the art of sacred music, but now my ear discerned someone’s hidden voice in it.
I fell in love with that dream in her And those souls of my excitement, That all the former beauty is brought in a wave from oblivion.
The past rises to the sound And it seems clear to those close to me: Now the dream sings for me, Now it breathes with a beautiful sacrament. Alexander Blok
Music of the worlds
I heard the music of the worlds!.. The amber moon shone Above the fat velvet of the meadows; Swaying, the grove fell asleep... A transparent, pink bouquet (That late glow) Blossomed on the spitz of the bell tower, The murmuring talk of the valley went mute... But there, beyond the distance of the clouds, Where luminaries sail in fleets, And invisibly forces cross the heights, The music of the worlds played... Fyodor Glinka
Music
Every day, hourly, every moment of existence I hear beautiful music and a familiar sound.
Listen, she's everywhere. You hear, as if someone’s hands are smoothly extracting sounds from the flow of our destinies.
And the ringing wind in my ears, And the crystalline quality of midnight dreams, Everything that exists in the world Exudes musicality.
Everything else you can do to ignite the dangerous gunpowder of the senses, and the clock that chimes alarmingly, and the calm rustling of leaves,
And deep silence In the rhythm of the rain that hits the roof, This is the sound of music. Listen and you will hear... Sergei Mironov
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Music suddenly rang out from eternity, And it poured into infinity, And it captured the chaos along the way, - And in the abyss, like a whirlwind, the luminaries swirled: Each ray trembles with a singing string, And life, awakened by this trembling, Only it does not seem to be lies, Who sometimes hears this music of God, Who is bright in mind, in whom the heart burns. Yakov Polonsky
World of music
Songs flow in harmonious sounds like a harmonic wave; They walk magically through the soul and pass with speed.
I will fly after them; I will immerse myself in them with my soul; In enchanted oblivion I will forget the earthly world.
How many sounds, how many songs resounded within me again! How many wonderful images came to life in the heights!
Between them, she, the young one, shone with beauty! The earthly world was illuminated with pure fiery love...
Fly away into the sky sounds, hide in the distance! Here I am with her, here I am happy, I love living on earth! Alexey Koltsov
An interesting experiment. The plants to which light music was “played” were green and flowering, and even leaned towards the source of the music. Plants that were fed by rock music grew tall, but were drooping, their leaves faded, and they themselves seemed to turn away from the music.
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si
Beautiful children's poems about music and musical instruments
Piano
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si. How many keys look: Black and white - fingers run over them. My keyboard instrument. There is no better piano!
Guitar
Damn right, I took the guitar, I didn’t know how to play it. Let dad teach me - I will be the best guitarist.
Xylophone
Xylophone: “Ding-dong, ding-dong” - A gentle chime is heard. I hit the blocks, ding-dong, I create ringing melodies.
Violin
I'll take the violin in my hands and hold the bow. The sound is wonderful, simply amazing. The violin sounds so beautiful.
Double bass
In the double bass, dun-dun-dun, there are only a few strings. There are four of them, look, only they are long. Tool, dun-dun, big. When I grow up, it will be mine.
Balalaika
Three strings in total, shake and shake. The tool is known to us. I'll take the balalaika and start the dancing one.
Bell
Ding-ding-ding, my bell, my melodious bell. Kolokoltsev perezvon - He is very sincere.
Flute
I'll play the flute. All the children listen to me. I play the polka song boldly - the flute began to sing cheerfully.
Saxophone
Noble saxophone - He always plays jazz. I'll blow into the saxophone - it will sound beautiful.
Harp
Harp is a stringed instrument. There is no more melodic harp. We will sort out the strings, We will find a beautiful sound.
Double bass
In the double bass, dun-dun-dun, there are only a few strings. There are four of them, look, only they are long. Tool, dun-dun, big. When I grow up, it will be mine.
Domra
Domra is like a forgotten queen who once lived in Rus'. The elder sister of the balalaika, with a fine sound in the blue heights, carried ringing satire for the amusement of the world in the buffoon's mischievous hands of folded songs in old fairy tales, fables and poems.
Bagpipes
The bagpipes bleat like a sheep In a free pasture in the mountains, Where a river flows over the stones, Running down at full speed.
She has a bag and pipes to blow out a beautiful sound. She goes to the Scottish skirt, Which they wear instead of trousers.
Harmonica
The harmonica meows like a cat that was suddenly pulled by its whiskers.
It rumbles long and purrs a little when it performs the blues for the public.
On our website you can read and listen to children's poems with pictures
It is important for a child not only to hear the poem, but also to have visual accompaniment. Looking at the illustrations for poems in the book, the child develops imagination and learns to relate what he hears to what is drawn. To make our site as close as possible to a regular book, we offer to read children's poems with pictures! The game find the differences and online coloring books based on the plots will help you get to know the poems much more fun and interesting! Older kids and preschoolers can listen to children's poems and try to learn them on their own.
In our catalog you will find short poems for memorization with pictures. Quatrains are easier to hear and easier to remember. Experts recommend starting your child’s acquaintance with the world of poetry with small works, gradually increasing the volume of poems.
Children's poems for little ones can be taught according to the following scheme:
- Read the poem once, explain the meaning to the child, telling him about all the words he does not understand.
- Repeat the poem several times, reading with expression, without rushing.
- Read the beginning of the line, let the child say its ending or the last word.
- Gradually, you will say fewer and fewer words, while your baby will say more and more.
