Beautiful children's poems on March 8: short and long poems for children

Poetic congratulations always touch people up todepth of the soul. Agree that you can write a simple proposal. Even picking a simple rhyme for words is also not difficult. But beautiful poems about my mother to the day of March 8 - this is not a simple set of rhymed words. In each verse a soul must be enclosed. After all, a verse is a whole art.

Poetic congratulations to my mother on March 8be both long and short. Short poems can be learned by heart and congratulate mother on the International Women's Day in this way. Long verses for the holiday of March 8 can be written in a postcard.

Verses for mom on March 8

Of colored paper

I'll cut out a piece.

From it I will do

A small flower.

Mom's gift

I'll cook.

The most beautiful

Mom is with me!

* * *

On the 8th of March

Mommy's favorite

I'll give the sun

Luchik is golden-haired!



Let the ray touch

My mother's head,

Kiss on the cheek

Gently and awkwardly!



Through the clouds straight

My ray is playful

Warms Mom

A golden mane,



Eyes will tickle,

Having fun playing,

And Mom will wake up,

Sun smiling!

* * *

I went to the window,

I touch glass -

Under my palm

Hiding is warm.



On the boulevard, March-prankster

Rides between the thawed patch,

So, soon there will be a holiday,

The best is my mother's.



And to become my mother

On a merry holiday,

I'm a cat with a mustache

I'll draw her.



And as a gift

I'll draw a house.

And let ... the dog

There will be a volume in the house ...

* * *

Go around the world around you,

Only know in advance:

You will not find warmer hands

And it's more tender than my mother's.

You will not find in the world eyes

Laskovei and stricter.

Mom to each of us

All people are more expensive.

One hundred ways, roads around

Go around the world:

Mom is the best friend,

Better than mother - no!

* * *

And what a gift to mom

We will give a woman's day?

There are many

Fantastic ideas.

It's a surprise to cook mom -

It is very interesting…

We knead the dough in the bath

Or we'll wash the armchair ...

Well, as a gift to my mother

I paint the cupboard with flowers,

Good b and ceiling ...

Sorry I'm not tall.

* * *

Here is the snowdrop in the clearing,

I found it.

I'll take the snowdrop to my mother,

Though not bloomed.

And me with a flower so gently

Mom embraced,

What opened my snowdrop

From her heat.

* * *

My mother brings me

Toys, sweets,

But I love my mother

Not at all for that.



Funny songs

She sings,

We are bored together

Never happens.



I'm opening her

Its all secrets,

But I love my mother

Not only for this.



I love my mother

I will tell you directly,

Well, just for that,

That she is my mother.