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Popular poems about the end of summer
Remembering the past summer
With a little sadness, I’ll look back
Dissolved sorry for the sunrises,
Yesterday I’m not coming back ...
There are no tickets for flights
In a way that flew into history;
A door slammed behind his back -
This is the essence of reality ...
Remembering the past summer
Fighting November sadness
Blowjob cold, I'll take the ticket again
And I’ll take things up ...
* * *
Clouds dispersed from dawn
We are the last warm
Gave Indian summer ...
Icy winds to evil.
The sun shines on the meadow
The forest sparkles golden.
White fogs are melting
Over the fall foliage.
* * *
We say goodbye today to the summer,
Oh, it sang quickly.
And the rain is so soon autumn
A window will tap on yours.
Say thank you to him softly
Overseas, warm, harvest.
For a year we say goodbye
We will not say goodbye to him.
* * *
I don’t want to say goodbye to summer,
I want to stay with him forever.
Last summer day I ask:
“You bring me warmth.”
I'll give it to my friends
I will distribute it to all my relatives.
And it will become warm in my soul,
Like red in the summer - good.
* * *
I nod to August - “Bye! ..” -
I'll go flipping through the memory.
Outstretched hand
A drawing of a quiet farewell.
Will come in the fall - winter,
Then - spring, and again - summer ...
But you told me yourself
That you don’t believe in it to the end.
The airport has waited for us
And the announcer asks for a landing.
And after an hour, and after an hour,
Autumn is about to begin.
Teardrops bright star
I lost somewhere in my eyelashes.
Never happen again
Such a fabulous summer.
And we understand that,
And returning to our summer,
We remember every moment
We sigh and are silent about it.
The airport has waited for us
And the announcer asks for a landing.
And after an hour, and after an hour,
Autumn will begin, as usual ...
* * *
Well, three months, like one day
Gone, we did not have time to look back,
Frost and snow await us ahead
And this summer will never come back.
Let it be remembered even with a kind word,
And let the memories warm your soul.
Winter may be less severe
And in order to wait for warmth they again managed.
* * *
Last day of summer. How sad it is to say goodbye!
Sadly, the time has come to an end again,
And forever, alas, cannot go on,
Leaves, runs away, hurries from the yard.
We cannot forget the breath of foliage
And sun glare playful eyes
Magic sunsets, nights of gray hair,
And the freshness of summer fragrant open spaces!
* * *
Gold stars dozed off
The back mirror shook
Light shimmers in the river backwaters
And blush the sky grid.
The sleepy birches smiled
Disheveled silk braids.
The green earrings rustle
And silver dew burn.
Wattle overgrown with nettles
Dressed up with a bright mother of pearl
And, swinging, whispers playfully:
"Good morning!"
* * *
You and I are spending the summer today
We are a little sad, at heart sad
Far from here will be summer somewhere
Will be back in a year, oh, what a pity!
Last summer's day, waving goodbye
And we spend it, and again we will wait,
And hopes will come true, desire will be fulfilled,
And the long-awaited summer will return to us again!
* * *
On a clear morning in a quiet pond
Friskly swallows fly around
Sinking to the water itself
Slightly touch the moisture of the wing.
On the fly they sing loudly
And the meadows turn green around
And stands like a mirror, a pond
Reflecting your shores.
And, as in a mirror, between the reeds,
A forest overturned from the shores
And the cloud pattern goes away
Into the depths of the reflected skies.
The clouds are softer and whiter
Depth is endless, light ...
And it comes out measuredly from the fields
Over the water there is a quiet ringing from the village.
* * *
This summer flew by
This is the sun, sea and sand!
This summer has clearly not passed without a trace:
Someone may be lonely this summer ...
And the other, on the contrary, is fabulously in love!
Summer is the last day.
The ocean is still the same blue and salty
The delicate lilac smells just as bright ...
This summer we will remember for a long time!
Let’s be a piece in our heart in summer.
And while we wait for the summer again,
He will help us warm up joyfully in winter.
* * *
So the autumn has arrived,
We will feel a little sad
And then boldly congratulate
All with the last summer day.
But let not be the last
Sun light and warm ray
Let the wind accelerate
A series of autumn clouds!
* * *
The last day of summer has come
It's time for us to say goodbye to warmth.
We take out our jackets again
It is necessary to dress warmly.
Be happy today
And just do not lose heart.
'Cause the summer will come back to us again
You are waiting for him, do not be bored!
The best poems of Russian poets about the end of summer
All vegetables are garden
Ripe: children rush
Some with turnips, some with carrots,
Sunflower peeled
And the women pull the beets
Such beets are kind!
Just the red boots
Lying on the strip.
* * *
Summer is red, dew is icy
Emerald, all leaves are flowered;
On the bushes, on the branches stretched
Spider webs with silver wire;
Yellowing along the garden
Marigold, tarred with amber;
Blossomed for a long time and currant;
And gooseberries burned their antennae;
And the apple shines in bulk.
* * *
The hotter the day, the sweeter the pine forest
Breathe dry, resinous scent
And I had fun in the morning
Wandering around these sunny chambers!
Everywhere shine, everywhere bright light,
Sand - like silk ... Cling to clumsy pine
And I feel: I'm only ten years old
And the trunk is a giant, heavy, stately.
The bark is rough, wrinkled, red,
But as warm as the sun is all warmed up!
And it doesn't seem like pine smells
And the heat and dryness of a sunny summer.
* * *
There is in the wild grove, at the ravine,
Green hill. There is forever a shadow.
Around - streams live moisture
Gurgling laziness.
Flowers and herbs cover
Green hill and never
The rays do not penetrate here
Only water rolls quietly.
Lovers, hiding, will not
Looking into the cool gloom.
To say why the flowers do not fade,
Why didn’t the source run dry? -
There, there, deep, under the roots
My suffering lies
Feeding with eternal tears
Ophelia, your flowers!
* * *
Clouds are melting in the sky
And radiant in the heat
A river rolls in sparks
Like a steel mirror ...
Hour by hour, the heat is stronger
The shadow went to the dumb oak
And from the whitening fields
It smells of honey.
Have a wonderful day! Centuries will pass -
So they will be, in the eternal order,
Flow and sparkle river
And the fields breathe on the heat.
* * *
Reluctantly and timidly
The sun is looking at the fields.
Chu, the cloud thundered
The earth frowned.
Winds of warm gusts
Far thunder and rain sometimes ...
Green fields
Greener under a thunderstorm.
That made it through the clouds
Blue Lightning Jet -
White and volatile flame
Framed its edges.
More often raindrops,
A swirl of dust flies from the fields
And the thunder peals
All angry and bolder.
The sun once again looked
Underground on the fields
And drowned in shine
All the confused land.
* * *
Black velvet bumblebee, golden mantle,
Mournfully buzzing with a singing string
Why are you flying into human housing
And as if yearning for me?
Outside the window, light and heat, the windowsills are bright,
Tranquil and hot last days,
Fly, hum - and in the dried Tatar,
On a red pillow, sleep.
It’s not possible for you to know the human mind,
That fields have long been empty
That soon a gloomy wind will blow away the weeds
Golden dry bumblebee!
* * *
So the summer days are decreasing.
Where are the summer rays of gold?
Only gray eyebrows move
Only gray hair curls.
This morning, fate's bitter
Exhausted, I sighed a little:
Sooner and sooner rosy dawn
For a moment the window flashed.
But again this sky is rainy
Hopelessly looming over us, -
To know, again, my sun is red,
You were filled, rising, with tears!
* * *
We collect in August
Harvest the fruit.
A lot of people joy
After all the trouble.
Sun over spacious
Nivami worth.
And a sunflower with grains
Black is crammed.
* * *
Four-legged, like an udder,
Sticking up
With blood eyes
Doggy-gagging
In fever, mustard smoke
There were late flowers.
Give me, give me red flowers!
Green
I pressed the stems to my heart.
Light colors are smiling and pure -
There is warmth of Heart simplicity in them.
Their roots rummaged in gold and ash!
* * *
Autumn is coming, August is outside the windows,
The bushes darkened from the rain
And I know you like me
How I once liked you.
Why does longing bite you
Why are you so sad with me
Can’t it come true in August
What comes true in early spring?
The rowanberry blush outside the window
Rain in the window is knocking endlessly.
Ah, what a pity other insults
Hearts do not know how to forget!
Not in vain longing gnaws at you,
Not in vain are you sad with me
It can be seen that in August it cannot come true,
What comes true in early spring?
Autumn is coming, August is outside the windows,
The bushes darkened from the rain
And I know you like me
How I once liked you.
* * *
Apples fall
In our garden,
The stars are falling
I'm not going to sleep.
Grandma came out
Wrapped in a shawl: -
So the summer ends.
It's a pity…
* * *
Rye ripens over a hot cornfield
And from Niva to Niva
Drive the whimsical wind
Golden overflows.
Timidly looks in the eyes for a month
Amazed that the day has not passed
But wide into the night area
Threw a hug day.
Over the boundless harvest of bread
Between sunset and east
Only for a moment is the sky adjoining
Fire breathing eye.
Beautiful poems about the past summer
And again summer goes into the distance.
Last affectionate day.
But his song is already sung
Autumn light flashes.
How to breathe deep
Beaches, heat, warmth, love.
We will wait for him in the winter
Since the beginning of sunny spring.
Let's send him: Summer, goodbye!
We will meet - do not be discouraged!
* * *
The last rays of sunset
Lie on a field of compressed rye.
Nap pink embraced
Grass mowed land.
Neither the breeze nor the cry of a bird
Above the grove is the red disk of the moon
And the reaper’s song freezes
Among the evening silence.
Forget worries and sorrows
Race without a goal on a horse
Into the fog and into the meadow far
Towards the night and the moon!
* * *
Ah, how fast the summer flew by
The last day had arrived.
The sun warmed us so wonderfully
And this heat was burning so violently.
But anyway, I congratulate you!
You do not grieve that this is so.
I wish you the warmth of autumn
And all sorts of sweet and worldly blessings.
* * *
Too bad summer is inferior
His sultry pedestal.
Every day is shorter
And it just got colder.
Let the autumn gloomy
The shadow is so close
Let's have fun
On the last summer day!
* * *
Summer flew like a mirage
Autumn awaits us with rain and wind
Everything went away - fun and courage,
And the romance is in the past somewhere ...
But it was the happiness of summer days,
Our hands joyfully intertwined
Heart beat faster and stronger
In the summer we were not visited by boredom!
We just survive the cold of autumn
Only in the heart the chill disturbs
Without love we cannot live
We cannot exist without love ...
* * *
More from the house in the yard
The morning shadows turn blue
And under the awnings of buildings
Grass in cold silver;
But the bright heat shines
A long time ago an ax is knocking in a barn,
And doves shy flocks
Glisten with snowy white.
From dawn cuckoo across the river
Crowns loudly in the distance
And in the young birch
It smells like mushrooms and foliage.
In the sun a bright river
Trembles joyfully, laughs,
And echoed in the grove
Above her is the okay sound of a roller.
* * *
The evening goes out, the distance turns blue
The sun is setting
Steppe and steppe around - and everywhere
Niva is heading!
It smells of honey, blooms
White buckwheat ...
Vespers ringing from the village
It flies quietly ...
And in the distance a cuckoo in a grove
Squatting slowly ...
Happy at work
In the field will stay!
* * *
Swimwear, chintz sundresses,
Panama and shorts are hidden in a chest of drawers,
We get the umbrellas, jackets, hood we,
And for the winter a lot of the usual troubles.
The last day of summer - we meet autumn
Lead clouds float slowly
We see the green leaves and birds
In the coming year, to meet again.
That August is over - September is on the doorstep,
What a pity that the summer is over,
Nature is sad, only anxiety in my soul,
We will wait for the summer heat and warmth.
* * *
There’s a lot of light in souls today
After all, the last day of summer has come.
We enjoyed the sea and the fun
And the warm shore was sometimes a bed.
Thank you summer
For your greetings.
Like a ray of sunshine
He warmed the window.
But we believe golden autumn,
Will give warmth and everything we ask.
* * *
Today is the last day of summer,
And the warm days are already floating away.
It will be summer tomorrow with the first dawn
A little sad, but overall not a pity!
May all dreams come true in the fall
And happiness will come with a golden carpet
Let the rain drops silver on the window
But the warmth of summer will fill the house!
* * *
August smells of autumn, even though it’s still warm -
The sun does not spare for the nature of light.
But the pores of the rainy time have come,
A sunny summer has gathered in the far land.
Though in the midst of a noisy kids game,
Rain and bad weather do not give a delay.
The first bonfires are already smoking somewhere
And yellow leaves fly from the trees.
August is a summer month, a ripe harvest.
We stock up vegetables and bread for the winter.
Soon we will hear the sounds of bird flocks
And with longing we will find them in the lead sky.
* * *
The sea of sun was with us
It was a lot of warm days.
We are waiting with sorrow
The arrival of autumn shadows.
Here is the last day of summer
It remains to survive
But let's remember -
Time does not stop.
Rains and blizzards will run
And spring drops
And, a little later, but come
Warm summer day again!
Interesting summer farewell poems
Before he could really begin, the summer goes into the distance,
Came today, his last day,
And although warmth and light, the whole earth is warmed,
Autumn rainy, on the threshold of a shadow!
But we’ll not be sad, we don’t need it,
Let's arrange the wires, in the circle of friends, girlfriends,
After all, in a year summer will come back to us,
And under the hot sun everything will blossom around!
* * *
That is August. Do not be sad!
Is it raining outside?
This summer of tears is pouring
In August, it will leave.
Is sad I know, do not be sad!
Indian summer is ahead!
Summer is drawing to a close
Rain is pouring from heaven.
The sun is hiding behind a cloud
Take an umbrella just in case!
Anyway, don’t be sad!
The sky will pour all the rains
It will stop crying
Slush will dry on the trail.
Quietly autumn came into the forest,
Enveloped by beauty.
Waving us noisily by the winds: -
Wait for the winter with snows!
Is sad I know, do not be sad!
Indian summer is ahead!
We’ll run away to the forest with you
There are so many miracles in him!
Tree outfit changed
The branches of the leaves were lowered.
So the time began
Leaf fall! Beauty!
Smile, wait in the forest.
August is the golden month!
* * *
The last day of August, winter is coming.
A little sad, time passes
Dating under the stars, heat by the river
Again these days are far from me.
On the last day of summer I want to wish
Good day return again.
So that the sun shines again over the river,
So that the clouds are dispelled simply by hand.
For happiness, we only need so little:
Love of your loved ones, health, not glory.
And on this last summer day
Read my greetings.
* * *
Splashed summer
All my beauties
Lost somewhere
The brightness of nature.
Maybe too much
Gave us light
And to the end of the season
Not enough power?
All note this
The very last day
Happy holiday
A bunch of congratulations!
* * *
He will still pass through the steppes groves,
He will taste the berries in the forest,
Recalled by good songs
Drink ripe dew from the leaves.
He will get lost in the fields, forget
And fall asleep childishly sound sleep.
In the morning he gets up - and does not fall in love
In bins filled with grain.
Just, without a special mark,
August appeared in the yard.
They wouldn’t notice him in the city,
If not a piece of paper on the calendar.
* * *
Today is the last day of summer:
Heat, sea, beach behind.
Only warm summer days
They always pass unnoticed.
I want to forget about worries
To meetings, walks rush,
Have fun for a year
And with joy to join the work.
* * *
The last day of summer - and the sun is gentle
Says you: “I am here! Do not be sad!"
The last day of summer - and the heart will beat
In the garden, where the fruits hang from the trees ...
And may autumn soon bring back sorrows:
“Forget about the rest, take up the work!”
The last day of summer is still with us
And all his joys are still here!
* * *
August, August, you are the last month of summer, autumn is coming
We will replace the word “summer” with “autumn, golden”,
And in the green trees will climb quietly sagging
In the red and yellow drape of Khokhloma painted.
All birches will turn yellow, aspen trees will turn red
Maple leaf crimson dressed up for a ball,
The forest will become unique, beautiful in autumn
The queen-autumn will come to us - bright carnival leaves.
* * *
Quickly summer flew away
Far away bird
And say goodbye to summer
Of course, we are very sorry for the Reds.
And today, the last day,
We will see off the summer:
Songs by the fire, dawn,
We will remember the sea
And now, already saying goodbye
And the foliage whispers
Turned a little yellow
The grass has dried.
A star fell from the sky -
Make a wish
And the summer we will ask:
Do not leave us!
* * *
How does summer fly by quickly?
You wait and wait, and now it has come.
Not just the summer sun warmed
And bright, color, like a movie.
What a pity, but that’s the end of his mischief,
It should be ready to start September.
Your resort romance is not fully told
The last summer day brought gloom to my heart.
* * *
Goodbye summer, kisses flowers
Not soon bouquets will be able to weave.
The last day of August is so hot
That I really do not want to stomp home.
And do not rush - take a walk, breathe,
Write a poem in memory of the summer.
Remember in detail all that is rich
Grandma’s green apple garden.
* * *
The last summer day has come
The sun bakes a little more
There are many good summer forces in the body,
The roads are still fresh in my memory.
In the summer it was very good:
Sun, sea and sand on the beach,
I want to feel more
The beauty of the waves and the beauty of the landscape.
You save the summer and winter,
Filling the heart with warmth
So winter is cold days
Could not quarrel us with you!
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