Our poems

Poetry can and should be an important part of our daily lives. Poems can inspire and make us think about what it means to be a member of the human race. By just spending a few minutes reading a poem each day, new worlds can be revealed. Poetry is important because it gives teenagers a safe medium to express their thoughts and feelings. Poetry helps your body release tension...it helps you relax your mind.

Poetry helps to study English, to learn how to write, read and understand any text. So, it helps us to study English better and in more interesting way. Poetry unites our classroom community while practicing in speaking and reading in English. If you don’t like reading essays, poetry can become a gateway to other forms of writing. Students can learn how to utilize grammar in their own writing by studying how poets do. When pupils practice in writing poems themselves, they have a healthy outlet for surging emotions and improve their English greatly.

My Dear Ukraine

My dear Ukraine,

How lovely you are!

Your golden fields, plains

That I can see far.

I close my eyes

And I clearly see

Ukrainian people

Are happy and free.

They want to live in peace.

They don’t want to fight.

Don’t hinder them, please,

Our wings need a flight!

My mother’s songs,

My father’s smile…

They come to my mind

Not often, sometimes.

Walks in the forests,

Picnics outside

Relatives, friends

Are very kind.

Let’s live without war,

Let’s be good neighbours!

What is it for?

Quarrels don’t make you famous!

My heart

My heart is a very

Unusual thing.

It’s not only an organ

That beats quicker in spring.

It’s a wonderful place

Where my family lives.

And there’s some space

For my friends and a niece.

My Motherland lives

In my little heart,

A feeling that gives

Energy to my blood.

How can these things

All be in here?

I think it’s a miracle

That lives with us near.

A Wonderful Walk in Kyiv

I saw the oldest ancient church

In Kyiv at weekend.

I walked along the streets in search

Of a famous fairy land.

This land was called KyivanRus,

It saw the oldest times,

The fire, merchants, princes, rulers

And people who were baptized.

Kyi, Shchek,Khoriv sailed down the Dnieper

In a boat with their sister.

They saw the picturesque green banks,

Admired and built a city.

The strong great Dnieper was a friend,

As it gave food and water.

It helped to its development,

But also greatly altered.

The river Dnieper caused much trouble

Destroying crops and houses.

But Kyiv grew in stone and marble

So sunny and full of flowers.

The past and present live in Kyiv

So closely side by side.

You ,children, love, defend your country –

Your ancestors advised.

A tale

A sly chameleon lives in a cave.

This cave is dark and deep.

A little dragon was so brave

(I’ll tell you, if you don’t want to sleep).

The dragon’s name, I think, was Tom.

And he was white and sad.

He asked chameleon to help

And make him happy and red.

Chameleon said ‘I’ll help you, dear.

But be so much polite.

You mustn’t boast, it’s very clear

And don’t forget to be kind.

Remember all the polite words

And maybe then afterwards

I’ll make you happy and red.

And then you won’t be sad.

But the dragon wasn’t polite.

Sometimes he was very rude.

So his head became red, his legs became white

And the dragon was in bad mood.

Tom went to his friends

And they were surprised,

They wondered and asked him ‘Why?”

Tom answered them soon

“I wasn’t polite, but now I became wise”.

How to write a poem

Sometimes poems are made up in your mind

But if you want to put a pen to paper

It’s rather difficult the proper word to find

And you think that’s a waste of labour.

Think about a cat and the rhyme is a rat.

Think about the Internet and the rhyme is net.

Think about rhymes and make a collection of them

And play such a game as often as you can.

Read the famous poems by a well-known writer

And study the ways in which he wrote his thoughts.

Learn the theory and collect your findings

And write the poems carefully, of course.

There’s no advice how to write a verse,

And don’t think about the yellow moon at night.

If you want your poem to be beautiful and right

You should feel the poems as your purpose.

And know, that talent isn’t a real talent

Without hard work and knowledge deep.

If by nature you really have talent

It won’t let you calmly sleep.

Sunflower

Sunflower grows in Kharkiv Region

As a part of our culture.

Not only as the food for pigeons

But as a basis for agriculture.

The fertile soils of our land

Make him so strong and free.

The naughty wind’s his bosom friend

And rain gives him to drink.

You are as strong as our people

And freedom is your soul.

How splendid really to see

Sunflower fields in gold!

Ukraine, you really are rich

You have a lot of treasures.

Protect, defend your every patch

Of course, sometimes take measures.

The treasures of Ukraine are endless:

Its people, nature, language

And if sometimes you see unfriendliness

You should with all these manage!

A poor cat

A poor cat came to my house

And asked me for some food.

He said ‘Meow. I want to eat

And I am in bad mood.”

He drank some milk and ate some cream

And greatly liked the cheese.

After his meal he looked at me

And said “Let me stay, please.

I have no house, I have no food

And it’s so cold at night.

I also know it is not good

With other cats to fight.”

So mummy let him stay at once

And said “We’ll find some space.

But let me only wash your fur

And also wash your face.”

My mother said “We must be kind

And help who are in need.”

So now I’ve got a fluffy friend,

I love his “purr” indeed!