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Popular poems about construction
An architect is building a house
The house is multi-storey.
Builds a house with a pencil
On a piece of paper.
I need to draw everything
Calculate, check
Count all the apartments,
Stairs and doors.
So that he stood for many years,
To have light in the apartment,
Bathtubs, washbasins
For large and small.
* * *
Big beautiful new home
Grows in our quarter.
How many turrets on it
And how he is all decorated!
So that this house was built,
The architect worked:
In the mind, first composed
A dozen of two projects.
Then he took one
And on a piece of paper
In the context of the house painted -
Here all the details are important.
Here is the ledge, and here is the facade,
Here are the arch and balconies,
Windows tall strict row
At the bottom of the crown trees.
Well yes, trees. And about them
The architect thought -
In chestnuts a new thick house
It should be on the project.
But now, look around
And the construction boiled.
Here are a thousand hands
They took up the matter soon.
Flaunting, a new home is growing.
And the architect looks
How is the construction going on -
Is it according to the project?
With a roll of thick blueprints
Almost non stop
He has a tower of ten floors
Passes with a deft step.
Here is the house finally built
We admire from the balcony.
And the architect - well done:
He draws a house again!
* * *
Let parents not be angry
What to smear
Builders
Because the one who builds
That one is worth something!
And no matter what for now
This house is made of sand!
* * *
Do not give me toys:
Hares, bears, trinkets.
I really don't need to
No sweets, no chocolate.
I like to cut, plan,
Nails are cleverly driven.
I'll become an adult when
I will build the city!
Until he grows up, brothers,
I need to train.
Give me a set:
Hammer, saw, ax.
* * *
The whole area knows dad
He’s a great master.
With his brigade he
Builds a brick house.
House among other houses
And slimmer and higher.
They say before the clouds
The house will get a roof.
Sister and I together
In the green meadow
We are building a two-story house
With windows, with a balcony.
Dad came to us yesterday
Inspected as necessary
And he said: “Good.
Nice team! ”
* * *
Drumming rain on the roofs.
He doesn’t let us go for a walk.
But we don’t have to miss
We will have fun playing.
We will become builders
And build a new house.
First come,
Check out the drawing.
Customize the trucks
Load bricks.
The cubes will be theirs.
- Begin, strong men!
And now we are building the walls
Above your height.
We call a crane
Let him put us a window.
In the end, put the roof ...
Oh! What a beauty!
The house is built, everyone is happy,
And the game is over.
* * *
Just in time he will build:
Skyscraper and stadium.
Kindergarten and hospital,
Shopping string.
Even the house, I tell you,
Where does my family live
(and other residents)
Built - builders!
* * *
There, at a construction site,
huge crane
Raises tons to the sky
Reinforced concrete slab.
Welders iron melt,
The plasterers of the wall rule
Bricklayer puts brick,
The painters will color the vault.
The foreman is watching everything
And the superintendent directs
To build for the people
Both apartments and factories!
* * *
The truck brought, growling,
Full brick body.
And another brought a driver
Crushed stone, lime and mortar.
Ringing and thunder are all around.
Quickly build a new house.
He is almost ready
And a team of painters
Paints the facade blue:
The house will have a kindergarten.
* * *
It’s common for the builder
Build a new brick house.
Backhoe Stepan
Dug a pit in the field,
Big piles were driven into the ground,
And now the cement is in the way
Exactly lays bricks -
Wind clicks will not find.
Bricks from the ground to Stepan
Handle with a crane.
So the new house is ready,
Run the time for cats!
* * *
Cat and Cat are building a house:
To arrange kittens in it,
So they don’t bother
In the corners of others
So as not to live on the street
With grief in half.
Whether it's a house under the roof,
And the basement. In the basement ... mice!
* * *
Rain is falling,
Ahead of winter.
Glory to those who build
Warm houses!
Who is hard work
Gives to the country
Who built the school
Both to you and to me!
* * *
He is building behind the house - the house
Both in heat and in cold.
What will we call later
This new city?
The best poems about the playground
It’s common for the builder
Build a new brick house.
Backhoe Stepan
Dug a pit in the field,
Big piles were driven into the ground,
And now the cement is in the way
Exactly lays bricks -
Wind clicks will not find.
Bricks from the ground to Stepan
Handle with a crane.
So the new house is ready,
Run the time for cats!
* * *
Who knows how to build a house?
So that we feel comfortable in it,
So that it is warm and durable.
The builder knows for sure.
He builds schools and hospitals,
High-rise buildings of the string.
Brick lays after brick
And a new home is growing.
* * *
All professions are many.
They cannot be counted all.
Not everywhere the work is visible.
Though to rise, even to sit down.
There is such a profession.
All her affairs are visible.
There were weeds, pits.
And now they are at home.
You pass or you pass
The people are doing something.
And there are very few people.
Quickly go back and forth.
You drive through a year -
Oh my god, here is the beauty!
Here is a beautiful palace!
This is wonderful, miracles!
No more visible such work
And do not hide anywhere.
What will the builder build for us,
It will be forever!
* * *
A new house is being built on a nearby street.
Floor by floor is growing rapidly.
Builders are working cheerfully and amicably.
By the deadline they need to build a tall house.
How many professions are here! Mason, painter,
Crane driver, driver, loader and carpenter,
A plasterer and a carpenter ... Do not count all!
New settlers will be able to enter the house soon.
* * *
Rain is falling,
Ahead of winter.
Glory to those who build
Warm houses!
Who is hard work
Gives to the country
Who built the school
Both to you and to me!
* * *
Just in time he will build:
Skyscraper and stadium.
Kindergarten and hospital,
Shopping string.
Even the house, I tell you,
Where does my family live
(and other residents)
Built - builders!
* * *
He is building behind the house - the house
Both in heat and in cold.
What will we call later
This new city?
* * *
If anyone else does not know
I will tell you a secret:
In our house lives
Amazing neighbor.
He doesn't look like a hero
Small and too thin
But he builds such houses
What get to heaven.
Brick by brick -
So the new house has grown.
As many as one hundred excellent apartments
Placed immediately in it.
Very happy newcomers,
All thanks say
And also for mail, school,
Shop and kindergarten.
He doesn't look like a hero
And do not write books about him,
But he’s building a city,
The one we live in!
* * *
The whole area knows dad
He’s a great master.
With his brigade he
Builds a brick house.
House among other houses
And slimmer and higher.
They say before the clouds
The house will get a roof.
Sister and I together
In the green meadow
We are building a two-story house
With windows, with a balcony.
Dad came to us yesterday
Inspected as necessary
And he said: “Good.
Nice team! ”
* * *
Build a house or factory
Who is building?
Who controls everything
Who does not sit still?
Chief Civil Engineer,
All work manager.
* * *
Let your parents not be angry
What to smear
Builders
Because the one who builds
That one is worth something!
And no matter what for now
This house is made of sand!
* * *
Drumming rain on the roofs.
He doesn’t let us go for a walk.
But we don’t have to miss
We will have fun playing.
We will become builders
And build a new house.
Come first,
Check out the drawing.
Customize the trucks
Load bricks.
The cubes will be theirs.
- Begin, strong men!
And now we are building the walls
Above your height.
We call a lifting crane
Let him put us a window.
In the end, put the roof ...
Oh! What a beauty!
The house is built, everyone is happy,
And the game is over.
* * *
The builder has a lot of worries, -
Because - something is building something, -
Either a hospital, then a kindergarten, then a factory,
Here and there - everyone digs the earth under the foundation.
And in the winter cold and scorching summer
Builders have a hot time.
In the dull rain and in the wind
Every day, seven days a week, in the morning.
But houses grow and floors grow stronger
Improving someone’s life every year,
“A man should live with dignity!” -
The commandment of the builder is this.
Beautiful poetry about the builder
There, at a construction site,
huge crane
Raises tons to the sky
Reinforced concrete slab.
Welders iron melt,
The plasterers of the wall rule
Bricklayer puts brick,
The painters will color the vault.
The foreman is watching everything
And the superintendent directs
To build for the people
Both apartments and factories!
* * *
We broke a tabor under the stars
And nailed to a pole
Our little flashlight
Shoe polish black.
On granite rough slabs
We carefully set
Spirit levels and theodolites,
Put picks and crowbars.
And while the comrades argue
I thought with a pipe at my mouth:
Tomorrow morning we will build a city
Call this city - Dream.
There will be no crystal hive in this
Crate-like rooms.
In the echoing halls funny people
They will rarely be sad and sick.
We will break the gardens, and above them
Will become like a comet tail,
Driven by unearthly winds,
Flying blue stratospheric balloon.
The grateful memory of the descendant!
You will bow to us to the ground.
We are in heavy camping bags
They brought this happiness for you!
Without hesitating either left or right,
We looked in the face of work,
And uplifting fat grass
From the hearts of our dead fathers ...
Here, dressed in a canvas tunic,
According to the grilles at each wall,
I walked as a nameless builder
Amazing this country.
* * *
Fluffy flakes
They pulled the heights;
New buildings to them
In the woods rose.
Growing fast
Rows of Bricks -
Like a song of creation
And the strength of people.
From clay, cement
And stone slabs
Here home arise
The other day to be.
As if at first
It’s plain-looking
As if in diapers
The baby is lying.
He is in the lace of the forest
Rafters on it
Without flesh and blood
There is still a house.
But I know, the community
The stones come to life
Her blood will sparkle
In her life will blossom.
And people that soon
Settle here
Fame will be remembered
Builder labor.
* * *
This profession is honorable
The builder is the drummer of labor!
The more efforts at work,
The stronger, the stronger the house!
Machines, high cranes,
Work with the soul, man!
So that everything works out fine,
And the buildings stood all a century!
Let the plan be carried out accurately
And the matter always argues,
We wish you health, because strength,
The builder really needs!
Family happiness is so important
Home comfort for the heart
Success and bold decisions!
Good luck, good luck!
* * *
One of the oldest professions
Worthily celebrates his holiday,
The builders of life, how many of them are there
Worthy, honorable and important.
To build a beautiful house,
Create a creation off the beaten path
Give necessary knowledge to strength
And the creative impulse of the Soul.
Steer all your aspirations
For building on Earth
And turn them into those creations
That leave a mark on themselves.
We create a project and build,
Having invested a particle from myself,
Tripling your abilities
We dare and create, loving.
We are building a monument in life,
To descendants through the century
They could say about him: “Worthy!
It’s not for nothing that a person lived his life. ”
His profession is a builder,
And may the people be proud of him,
After all, he is not just a resident in life,
He is a creator and poet.
And that poem in the style of buildings
Built like rhyme strings,
From the Mind of acquired knowledge,
The Prophet brought them from the Creator.
* * *
This can only be built with us!
And what is there to be surprised? Not the first time!
I don’t know where to put the toilet,
But there will be batteries on the balconies.
And turn on the light, improving comfort
To enjoy sex you skillfully ...
The superintendent, after all, a merry fellow is not an idiot!
He introduces a big thought into this matter.
Everywhere - scope, fantasy flight ...
What a pity you do not see the facade!
After all, everyone here, as in a fairy tale, will heal.
Creation is art and joy!
And get drunk out on the balcony
You will already have something to hold on to ...
Construction is reality - not a dream!
I ask you, people, to settle in the house!
* * *
One of the oldest professions
Worthy of his holiday
The builders of life, how many are here
Worthy, honorable and important.
To build a beautiful house,
Create a creation off the beaten path
Give necessary knowledge to strength
And the creative impulse of the Soul.
Steer all your aspirations
For building on Earth
And turn them into those creations
That leave a mark on themselves.
We create a project and build,
Having invested a particle from myself,
Tripling your abilities
We dare and create, loving.
We are building a monument in life,
To descendants through the century
They could say about him: “Worthy!
It’s not for nothing that a person lived his life. ”
His profession is a builder,
And may the people be proud of him,
After all, he is not just a resident in life,
He is a creator and poet.
And that poem in the style of buildings
Built like rhyme strings,
From the Mind of acquired knowledge,
The Prophet brought them from the Creator.
* * *
All professions are many.
They cannot be counted all.
Not everywhere the work is visible.
Though to rise, even to sit down.
There is such a profession.
All her affairs are visible.
There were weeds, pits.
And now they are at home.
You pass or you pass
The people are doing something.
And there are very few people.
Quickly go back and forth.
You drive through a year -
Oh my god, here is the beauty!
Here is a beautiful palace!
This is wonderful, miracles!
No more visible such work
And do not hide anywhere.
What will the builder build for us,
It will be forever!
* * *
Some Leo was a big hunter before hens;
However, he had them poorly:
Yes, this is not a miracle!
Access to them was too free.
So they stole it,
That hens themselves disappeared.
To help this loss and sorrow,
Build decided to Leo a large chicken yard
And so to trick and settle it,
To completely stop thieves,
And hens would have contentment and space in him.
Here they inform Leo that the Fox
Big build craftswoman -
And the task is entrusted to her,
With success, it was begun and ended;
The fox is attached to it
Everything: both diligence and skill.
We looked, saw: the building is a sight for sore eyes!
And besides that, everything is there, whatever you ask here:
Feed under the nose
There is a shelter from cold and heat
And secluded places for hens.
All glory to Lysanka and honor!
The rich were given her reward,
And immediately the command:
For housewarming chickens immediately transfer.
But is there any use to change?
No: the yard seems to be strong,
And the fence is dense and high -
And chickens are less and less hour by hour.
Break the trouble, could not come up.
But Leo ordered to watch. Who are they waiting for?
That same fox villain.
It’s true that she brought the building down
So that no one burst into it, no way,
Yes, just for myself I left a loophole.
* * *
Fluffy flakes
They pulled the heights;
New buildings to them
In the woods rose.
Growing fast
Rows of Bricks -
Like a song of creation
And the strength of people.
From clay, cement
And stone slabs
Here home arise
The other day to be.
As if at first
It is plain in appearance
As if in diapers
The baby is lying.
He is in the lace of the forest
Rafters on it
Without flesh and blood
There is still a house.
But I know, the community
The stones come to life
Her blood will sparkle
In her life will blossom.
And people that soon
Settle here
Fame will be remembered
Builder labor.
Celebrate the holiday
Cheerful they are,
And in the windows everywhere
The lights come on.
For those new settlers
Raise a glass
Who are these walls?
Erected for them.
Home to Home
Grow and grow, -
Their work is creating
Our creative work.
* * *
Let parents not be angry
What to smear
Builders
Because the one who builds
That one is worth something!
And no matter what for now
This house is made of sand!
* * *
The builder has a lot of worries, -
Because - something is building something, -
Either a hospital, then a kindergarten, then a factory,
Here and there - everyone digs the earth under the foundation.
And in the winter cold and scorching summer
Builders have a hot time.
In the dull rain and in the wind
Every day, seven days a week, in the morning.
But houses grow and floors grow stronger
Improving someone’s life every year,
“A man should live with dignity!” -
The commandment of the builder is this.
Congratulations on the holiday, friends!
And good health,
And all you can’t live without
Improving the lives of others through their work!
Interesting poems about builders for children
Who is worth something in life
For the country at a difficult time?
He who draws, carries, digs,
Carries, plasters - builds.
A new world for old us:
You built a TV tower
House, factory, garage and bridge,
So we unscrew the lid,
Overturn inside the "baby"
For you, builder, a toast! !!
So that bridges are erected by you
He lived a long time, was built, and you were strong !!!
* * *
This profession is honorable
The builder is the drummer of labor!
The more efforts at work,
The stronger, the stronger the house!
Machines, high cranes,
Work with the soul, man!
So that everything works out fine,
And the buildings stood all a century!
Let the plan be carried out accurately
And the matter always argues,
We wish you health, because strength,
The builder really needs!
Family happiness is so important
Home comfort for the heart
Success and bold decisions!
Good luck, good luck!
* * *
Plasterers-painters
About dirty work
Forgotten for the time being -
In white, in pure celebrate!
It’s much harder for them to live.
In the days of finishing works -
There is no way to distinguish
Boys from girls.
* * *
Here are the concrete workers
I sat down, drank first -
And let's load with a shovel
Not concrete, but lettuce.
Drake the last gram
From a large salad bowl.
They know: quit until the morning -
Clutching tightly for the night.
* * *
Crane operator dropped
(The earth trembled awfully!)
Non-mortar trough
A look at Vanya sling.
Look so directed
That he is depressed.
At welded Nikolasha
Fell on a sandwich pants.
Worse if there
The hot electrode fell.
Now it's all Sunday
He is in a great mood.
* * *
Builder's Day today!
Congratulations from everyone.
In this case, my dear friend,
May success come to you!
Exactly let the brick lay down
Let the solution flow like a river.
After all, you can not be compared!
You are the only one!
* * *
Husband, I love you!
You build at work in everyday life,
Your holiday today, dear,
Congratulations together as a family!
And we wish you to be happy
So you never feel sad
He was happy, successful and healthy,
Garbage endured without further ado!
* * *
You are a builder. And it is an honor.
Good luck woz!
You build something new
In the summer heat, snowfall and frost.
And in your profession is not easy
I want to sincerely wish
Soaring bird of happiness
What is fatigue - do not know.
* * *
You personally, our kind foreman,
We send our congratulations
You seem to be an iron man,
And not one built a house!
But you are also kind, sensitive,
Our entire site loves you!
Good and joy will be for you,
And God will give earthly happiness!
* * *
If we urgently need to hammer a nail,
If you sit firmly on a bench,
Then a man will help us right away,
After all, the builder with us is in the family!
Do it yourself gold
He will make us complete comfort,
Today we congratulate him,
And give a huge cake!
* * *
Your profession is held in high esteem.
I wish to build and create,
Tops of workmanship,
Dreams come true!
* * *
We wish you to be in time in one:
So build everything so that the trace remains
So that your every great home
It was different from the others!
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