Beautiful poems about Ukraine to Independence Day/Collage of Radio MAXIMUM
Thousands of poems have been written about Ukraine. Poets praised our country: its beauty, originality and wealth. For your attention, a selection of poems for Independence Day dedicated to Ukraine!
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Poems about Ukraine for Independence Day
- Powerful poems
- Children's poems
- Touching poems
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Powerful poems about Ukraine
“Love Ukraine “, Volodymyr Sosyura
Love Ukraine like the sun, love
like the wind, and grass, and water…
In a happy hour and in joy wash,
love in the hour of bad weather.
Love Ukraine in a dream and in reality,
your cherry Ukraine,
its beauty, eternally alive and new,
and its nightingale language.
Between fraternal peoples, like an abundant garden,
it shines over the ages…
Love Ukraine with all your heart
and with all your deeds.
For us, it is the only one in the world, alone
in the expanses of a sweet charm…
She is in the stars, and in the willows she is,
and in every heart beat,
in a flower, in a bird, in electric lights,
in songs in everyone, in the mind,
in a child's smile, in a girl's eyes
and in the crimson noise of the flags…
Like that bush that burns – not a fire,
lives in the paths, in the forests,
in the cries of the horns, and in the waves of the Dnieper,
and in those purple clouds,
in the thunder of cannonades, which scattered to dust
foreigners in green uniforms,
in bayonets that pierced our way in the darkness< br> to bright and sincere springs.
Young man! May your laughter be for her,
and tears, and everything until death…
You can't love other peoples,
when you don't love Ukraine!..
Girl! As the sky is blue,
love her every minute.
Loved one does not want you,
when you do not love Ukraine…
Love in work, in love, in battle,
like a song that shines with the dawn…
Love your Ukraine with all your heart –
and we will be with her forever.
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“All my , everything is called Ukraine”, Lina Kostenko
Everything is mine, everything is called Ukraine
Sometimes I am blinded by beauty.
I stop, I do not understand what a miracle it is, –
these steppes, this sky, these forests,
everything is so beautiful, clean, unfading,
everything is as it is – road, sycamores,
everything is mine, everything is called – Ukraine.
Such beauty, high and incorruptible,
that at least stop and talk to God .
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“Live, Ukraine, live for beauty”, Oleksandr Oles
Live, Ukraine, live for beauty,
For strength, for truth, for freedom!..
Noise, Ukraine, like native forests,
Like the wind in a wide field.
You will not be bound by chains before the court,
And the hands of the enemy will not twist:
Your faithful sons stand around
With sabers in their hands on guard.
They stand, they swear to you on their sabers
And live and die with you,
And native flags in bloody battles
Never be covered with shame!
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“Ukraine”, Vasyl Symonenko
When hopes rise through despair
And hum in the steppe wind,
I then I rejoice in your name
And I grieve in your name.
When the faraway danger threatens
In the foreboding of the wild and dumb,
I bless in your name,
I curse in your name.
When malice cuts the sky with swords
And breaks your age-old beauty,
Then I die with your name
And in your name I live!
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“Everywhere crying, and moaning, and sobbing…”, Lesya Ukrainka
Everywhere crying, and moaning, and sobbing,
Timid calls, weak,
Vain complaints about fate
And foreheads bowed in grief.
Over the ancient disaster of Ukraine
We regret and yearn every time,
With tears we wait for the hour,
When the shackles will fall from us< br> Those tears will open wounds,
They will not be allowed to heal.
Shackles rust from tears,
They will never fall off!
Why vain sorrows?
There is no way back for us!
Let's get to work,
Let's fight for a new life!
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“Perhaps the guns will thunder again”, Vasyl Symonenko
Perhaps the guns will thunder again,
And the tank will crush the wheat on lana,
And the mother will cry and grieve,
When the sons go to war.
And someone will kiss the sweet one for the last time,
And someone will wipe away an uninvited tear,
And maybe some will lose faith and strength,
Saving their life alone.
But not me… I will not give up,
No matter how much it hurts me,
For our land, dear and beloved,
I am happy to take on all the lights.
For those children who run to school,
For mothers wasted in work,
For our native willows with long fields,
For our days, beautiful and young.
And there is no need for tears or despair,
And here there is no need for fear and whining –
Only he lives who does not live for himself,
Who chooses life for others.
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“Where is the best place on earth”, Dmytro Pavlychko
Where is the best place on earth
Where are the green clouds of sycamores
The sky was filled with a blue pond,
On the path I met the sun ,
He greeted him and asked:
– You see all nations from the heights,
All valleys and mountain spiers.
Where is the greatest nation on earth?
Where is the best place on earth? –
The sun smiled from afar:
– True, I see everything from a height.
All peoples are equal. And the land
It is the best place where you were born!
Grow up, child, and remember:
Motherland is the best land!
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“Develop yourself, tall oak tree…”, Ivan Franko
Develop yourself, tall oak tree,
The spring will be beautiful!
The bonds of eternity will dissolve,
People will wake up .
Eternal bonds will break,
Heavy chains,
Undefeated by evil enemies
Ukraine will stand up.
Glorious mother Ukraine will stand up,
Happy and free,
From the Kuban all the way to the Xiang River
One, indivisible.
The boundaries that bordered
Strangers among themselves,
It is good to have all the children to yourself
With a warm hand.
“My children, children are unhappy,
Prodigal orphans,
It is time for you are at the service of your neighbor
To shorten your age!
Get up to a holy cause,
To sincere friendship,
And so that you honestly serve
Service for mother.
You haven't served well yet
Muscovites and Lyakhovs?
Have you not yet sharpened enough
Brotherly blood?
It is time, children, take a good look
For your own house,
To be a master, not a servant
Stand before the world!”
Develop yourself, tall oak,
Spring will be beautiful!
Hey, let's get up, let's unite,
Ukrainian people!
Let's unite, let's fraternize
In an honest society,
Let us brotherhood, with sincere efforts
Ukraine will be resurrected!
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“O lost land, appear”, Vasyl Stus
O lost earth, appear
Perhaps in a painful dream
And spread the azure,
Pour over the dead me!
And return to the forgotten days,
Boil memories with dew,
Give to the all-beneficial penitence
And quietly utter: calamity, sleep!..
The sun is busy in the lakes,
Geese fall to the water,
In distant lifetime eras
My tracks have melted.
Where are the blue fields, in sadness understood,
Where is the black raven of the woods?
The dawn of pale shadows
Above the rainbow of voices,
The morning whispers of prayer girls,
Where is the clap of wings, and the splash of waves,
And the malty smell of the vineyards,
Like sin, like memory and like pain?
Where are the rocking plates during the day?
The brass hum of bumblebees,
Your wheat hands are white
Above the security of the fields,
Where braids are black at dawn
And mouths baked by the heat,
Roses are fragrant buds
And you are both sinful and holy,
Where is that western valley,
That priyarok and that bucket,< br> Where did the swan flutter,
Tightly breaking its wing?
Where are the wet flights of doves
And splashes of the rainbow in the wing?
The past, find yourself, where are you?
Forgotten joys, sorrows.
O lost earth, appear
Perhaps in a sick dream,
And spread azure,
And save my soul.
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“I am passionately in love, without measure”, Vasyl Symonenko
I am passionately in love, without measure
With your unseen beauty.
All that is in the heart inspired and sincere,
I give it to you.
You gave me a joyful disposition,
Blood ran hot through my veins.
I mean nothing without you,
Like a bird without wings.
Every wave in every day
Your name warms the soul,
Inconspicuous, proud, united,
My Ukraine.
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“My Ukraine”, Mykola Vereshchak
There are many wonderful countries in the world,
My dearest, best country,
Which rose like a phoenix from the ruins,
My immortal Ukraine.
You were disobedient from ancient times
And defended your will relentlessly.
Finally it came true – it was won
My victorious Ukraine.
On the lands of your bleak steppes
Lives a hardworking and honest family,
Excited by an ear of ripe bread
My golden Ukraine.
In the gardens and groves in the evenings
We are charmed by the song of the nightingale's call
And we hear the singing voices of girls, –
My Ukraine is song.
Now life is not easy for you,
There is probably a special reason for that.
But everything will be overcome in a hard struggle
My Ukraine is unbreakable.
Bloom like a viburnum on the banks of waters,
Be strong in friendship and work and one.
May your free people be happy,
My beautiful Ukraine!
Children's poems about Ukraine
MOTHERLAND
My native Motherland
It is called Ukraine.
I also have my own nation –
I am Ukrainian from my mother.
I also have a native language,< br> Where every word is Ukrainian.
O. Dovgyi
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UKRAINE
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Homeland.
Field. River.
Green grove.
I love the path
Go – We live here
Me and you!
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NATIVE COUNTRY< /strong>
Beautiful, generous native land
And our language is nightingale.
Love, respect, protect
All that is called Ukraine.
Ihor Sichovyk
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THE CRANE CAME TO US
A crane flew to us,
He read beautiful poems
About the blue sky and spring,
About the Black Sea and the Desna,
About Ukraine – his native land…
You once again, my friend, fly!
Ihor Sichovyk
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SUNNY HOUSE
Our sunny house is friendly and bright ,
How joyful and fun to live in it.
Here is mom's song and dad's smile.
Children grow up here in love and kindness.
Our song to the sun is ringing:
“My sunny home is my Ukraine!”
A. Nimenko
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ABOUT OUR UKRAINE
We love our whole region very much,
And we love Ukraine,< br> Her deer, a green grove,
In the garden – an abundant viburnum.
There is a nightingale in the spring
Singing between the branches:
And we sing songs too –
He competes with us!
M. Poznanska
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MY UKRAINE IS MOM'S SONG…
My Ukraine is mom's song,
Sprawling deer are earing bread,
Cherry orchards, storks on the house.
Clouds of Pelehati are swimming in ponds.
My Ukraine is my mother's weasel,
Red viburnum, grandmother's fairy tale.
These are nightshades in bloom, a flock of sparrows…
I don't know the best country in the world.
L. Savchuk
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ABOUT UKRAINE
I am holding
Colored pencils in my hand.
I want to draw
Crimean mountains and the Carpathians.
Steppe and hills of the Dnieper,
And lakes, and oaks,
And a rainbow, and viburnum,
The Black Sea and the Danube –
All this is our Ukraine,
Our wonderful native land!
Natalia Zarichna
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LITTLE UKRAINIAN GIRL
And I am a little girl,
Ukraine is my nan…
The Carpathian region is my father –
Dear to my heart, dear.
I have a ribbon in my pigtail,
Nice flowers on my skirt,
There is water in a bucket from the mountains,
And the Ukrainian girl is in my heart.
Across the river, across the field
I will go along the path to the mountains
And I will sing a little song,
How I love this land.
Let my bird hear the song
And the dreamy daisy,
And all the Carpathian villages,
Because I am happy and cheerful.
I. Tuchak
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CRANE
From a distant land,
From distant worlds
Crane on wings< br> Flew home,
Passed the oceans,
Forests and seas,
Looked through the mists:
– Whose land is this,
Whose valleys are these,
Whose meadows are these,
Whose viburnum is this
The winds are swaying!
I recognized my homeland:
– This is my land,
My nest is here
And my language.
L. Pilypiuk
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WITH YOU
Listen to how the brook rings,
How the hazel tree hums.< br> With you everywhere, every moment
Ukraine speaks.
Listen to how the grass grows,
Watered by the rains,
And how the steppe talks
With you in spikes.
Listen to the sound of the water –
The Dnieper flows to the sea, –
With you everywhere, every moment
Ukraine speaks.
P. Osadchuk
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MOTHER-UKRAINE!
Our first word is always with us,
Mother-Ukraine, you are the only one with us!
Fields and thickets, and gardens of color –
Native mother of the Motherland,
You are the only one with us!
Let peace and friendship unite everyone,
And a child's carefree ring laughter.
Our destiny is bright and clear.
Dear mother of the Motherland,
You are the only one with us!
M. Singaivskyi
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NATIVE HOUSE
There are different countries in the world,
There are different people in the world,
Different mountains, meadows,
Different grasses, different flowers.
There is one country out of all,
Closest to all of us,
That is beautiful Ukraine,
The home of our people.
The endless steppes are noisy there,
As if they know how to speak,
The sun shines brighter there,
The flowers smell sweeter there.
There are different countries in the world,
There are beautiful ones and there are rich ones,
But the best is in Ukraine,
Because the best is in one's home.
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HOW DO YOU LOVE UKRAINE
– How do you love Ukraine,
My little friend?
– Our native Ukraine
I love very, very much!
– With Ukraine
I am not afraid of anyone in the world.
And every morning I go to God
I pray for her.
To be happy, very,
To be rich.
I love her so much,
Like mom and dad. >Oh. Lupii
Touching poems about Ukraine
“SWANS OF MOTHERHOOD”, V. Symonenko
Pink swans dream with wings from the fog,
The night falls in the estuary of wax stars.
A fairy looks through the window with gray eyes,
Motherly kindness is behind her shoulders.
Oh, run, run, annoying, don't return home,
I won't let you rock the cradle of my son.
Swim to the cradle, swans, like dreams,
Come down, quiet stars, under your son's eyelashes.
The darkness was disturbed by the cries of roosters,
Swans danced in the house on the wall,
They flapped their wings and pink feathers,
They tickled the dizzying golden constellations.
You will grow up, my son, you will go on a journey,
Dormant anxieties will grow up with you.
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In the intoxicating dusk, black-browed hawks
Will wait for your tenderness and love.
You will be called to green gardens
Black-crested boys are miraculous brides.
You can choose friends and wife,
You cannot choose only the Motherland.
You can choose a friend and a brother in spirit,
But you cannot choose your own mother.
They will always travel for you
Mother's eyes and a blond house.
And if you fall in someone else's field,
Willows and poplars will come from Ukraine.
They will stand over you, their leaves will flutter,
They will tickle your soul with a long farewell.
You can choose everything in the world, son,
You cannot choose only the Motherland.
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“Haven't you been to our lands”, P. Tychyna
Haven't you been to our lands!
There, the sky is blue expanses.. .
There are steppes, there are graves, like mountains.
And spring nights in the groves!..
Ah, don’t you, don’t you know that,
When you yourself are all trembling, all laughing, sobbing ,
The heart beats and beats in the chest…
Haven't you been to our lands.
Haven't you been to our lands,
Because you wouldn't have returned like that!
Heard about the steppe, that gen-gen extended? —
There are people there — and they grew up in the steppes,
Who don’t love, who don’t know how to cry.
Who can’t plow without song and cry!
I always see you in tears… —
Have you ever been to our lands.
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“Everything is mine, everything is called Ukraine”, Lina Kostenko
< p>Sometimes, sometimes I am blinded by beauty.
I stop, I do not know what kind of miracle it is,
these steppes, this sky, these forests,
everything is so beautiful, clean, unblemished,
everything is as it is – the road, sycamore trees,
everything is mine, everything is called Ukraine.
Such beauty, high and incorruptible,
why stop and talk to God.
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Chronobryvtsi, M. Syngaivskyi
Chronobryvtsi was sown by the mother
In my dawn region.
And she taught the freckled girl to sing
About her blooming hope.
Chorus:
As I look at those marigolds,
I see my old mother,
I see your hands, my mother,
I hear your caress, my dear.
I know separations and meetings –
I saw in a foreign land
Marigolds from my native land,
What you sowed in the spring.
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When I look at those marigolds,
I see my old mother,
I see your hands, my mother,
I hear your grace, my dear.
They fly to our fields
From the far corners of the crane,
Both flowers and fate bloom
On my Ukrainian land.
Chorus:
How I look at those marigolds,
I see my old mother,
I see your hands, my mother,
I hear your grace, dear.
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“Live, Ukraine, live for beauty”, O. Oles
< p>Live, Ukraine, live for beauty,
For strength, for truth, for freedom!..
Noise, Ukraine, like native forests,
Like wind in a wide field.
You will not be bound by chains before the court,
And the hands of the enemy will not be twisted:
Your loyal sons stand all around
With sabers in their hands on guard.
They stand, they swear to you on sabers
And to live and die with you,
And native flags in bloody battles
Never be covered with shame!
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“Ukraine”, M. Savka
There are many countries on a large map,< br> And among them is she, your only one.
Love her and always be on guard,
Because this is your land, this is Ukraine.
She is just as real and fabulous,
Like a mother's palm, warm and sincere,
She has the Ukrainian language in her heart,
In her soul is love and a bright faith.
There are mallows, poppies and leucoia blooming in her.
Someone may say that there are many of them.
But you know that there is no other like this
You will never be able to to find the world.
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“Perhaps the guns will thunder again”, V. Symonenko
Perhaps the guns will thunder again ,
And the tank will thresh the wheat on the field,
And the mother will cry and mourn,
When the sons go to war.
And someone will kiss the sweetheart for the last time,
And someone will shed an unbidden tear will blow away,
Or maybe someone will lose faith and strength,
Saving their life alone.
But not me… I will not give up,
No matter how much it hurts me,
For our land, dear and beloved,
I am glad to take on all the fires.
For those children running to school,
For mothers wasted in work,
For our native willows are long-leaved,
For our days, beautiful and young.
And here there is no need for tears or despair,
And here there is no need for fear and whining –
Only he lives , who does not live for himself,
Who chooses life for others.