Beautiful poems about Ukraine for Independence Day/Collage of Radio MAXIMUM
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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 brotherly peoples, like a bountiful garden,
she shines above the ages…
Love Ukraine with all your heart
and all your deeds.
For us, she is the only one in the world, alone
in the expanses of a sweet charm…
She is in the stars, and she is in the willows,
and in every heartbeat,
in a flower, in a bird, in electric lights,
in a song in each, in a thought,
in a children's smiles, in the girl's eyes
and in a stream of crimson noise…
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 in those purple clouds,
in the thunder of cannonades, which blew to dust
foreigners in green uniforms,
in bayonets, which in the darkness broke our way
to the springs, both bright and sincere.
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.
A loved one will not want you,
when you do not love Ukraine…
Love in work, in love, in battle,
like a song that falls in the dawn…
Love your Ukraine with all your heart –
and we will be with her forever.
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“Everything is mine, everything is called Ukraine”, Lina Kostenko
Everything is mine, everything is called Ukraine.
Sometimes I am blinded by beauty. forests,
everything is so beautiful, clean, unblemished,
everything is as it is – road, sycamores,
everything is mine, everything is called – Ukraine.
Such beauty, tall and incorruptible,
that even if you 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!..
Noises, 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 be twisted:
Your faithful stand sons around
With sabers in hands on guard.
They stand, they swear to you on 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,
Then I rejoice in your name
And I miss in your name.
When the unknown threatens far away
In the foreboding of the wild and dumb,
I bless with your name,
I curse with your name.
When malice with swords the sky is the limit
And shatters your age-old beauty,
I then die with your name
And in your name I live!
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“Everywhere weep, and moaning and sobbing…”, Lesya Ukrainka
Weeping, and moaning, and sobbing everywhere,
Timid calls, weak,
Futile complaints about fate
And foreheads bowed in grief.
Over the ancient disaster of Ukraine
We mourn and yearn every time,
With tears we wait for that hour,
When the shackles will fall from us
Those tears will open the wounds,< br> They will not be allowed to heal.
Shackles will rust from tears,
They themselves will never subside!
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 the field,
And it will cry and the mother will grieve,
When the sons will go to war.
And someone will kiss the sweetheart for the last time,
And someone will wipe away an unbidden tear,
And maybe someone will lose faith and strength,
Saving my 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 accept all the lights.
For those children running to school,
For mothers wasted in labor,
For our native willows, long-leaved,
For our days, beautiful and young.< /p>
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.< /p>
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< strong>“Where is the best place on earth”, Dmytro Pavlychko
Where is the best place on earth
Where are the green clouds of sycamore trees
The sky was filled with a blue pond,
On the path the sun I met,
He greeted him and asked:
– You see all nations from the heights,
All valleys and mountain spires.
Where is the largest 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 shackles,
Undefeated by evil enemies
Ukraine will rise.
Glorious mother Ukraine will rise,
Happy and free,
From the Kuban to the Syan River
One, inseparable.
The boundaries that separated
Strangers among themselves will disappear ,
Bring all the children to yourself
With a warm hand.
“My children, children are unhappy,
Prodigal orphans,
It's time for you have a neighbor at your service
Shorten your age!
Arise to a holy cause,
To a sincere friendship,
And so that you honestly serve
Service for mother.
Or else have you served Moscow and Lyakh little?
Have you not yet sharpened enough
Brotherly blood?
It is time, children, to take a good look
For your own house,
To become a master, not a servant
Before the world!”< /p>
Develop yourself, tall oak tree,
Spring will be beautiful!
Hey, let's get up, let's unite,
Ukrainian people!
Let's unite, let's fraternize
To an honest society ,
Let Ukraine be resurrected through brotherhood, sincere efforts
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“O lost earth, appear”, Vasyl Stus< /p>
O land lost, appeared
Perhaps in a sick dream
And spread the azure,
Pour over the dead me!
And return to the forgotten days,
With the dew of the memories of the boiling water,
Give the all-beneficial penance
And quietly say: evil, 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, lost in sadness,
Where is the black crow forests?
Dawn of pale shadows
Above the rainbow of voices,
Morning whispers of prayer girls,
Where the flap 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, regrets.
O lost earth, appear
Perhaps in a sick dream,
And spread azure,
And save my soul.
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“I passionately in love without measure”, Vasyl Simonenko
I am passionately in love without measure
With your unseen beauty.
Everything that is inspired and sincere in the heart,
I 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,
Invisible, 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 dark steppes
Lives a hard-working and honest family,
Excited by an ear of ripe bread
My golden Ukraine.
In the gardens and groves in the evening
We are enchanted by the song of the nightingale's call
And we hear the voices of the singing girls, –
My Ukraine is singing.
Now life is not easy for you,
There is, probably a special reason.
But everything will be overcome in a hard struggle
My Ukraine is unbreakable.
Bloom like a viburnum, on the waves of waters,
Be strong and united in friendship and work.
Let it be happy is your free people,
My beautiful Ukraine!
Children's poems about Ukraine
FATHERLAND
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,
Where every word is Ukrainian.
O. Dovgiy
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UKRAINE
Ukraine –
Homeland.
Field. River.
Green grove.
I love the path
Go – We live here
Me and you!
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NATIVE COUNTRY< /strong>
A beautiful, generous native land
And our language is a nightingale.
Love, honor, protect
All that is called Ukraine.
Ihor Sichovyk
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A CRANE CAME TO US
A crane flew to us,
He read beautiful poems< br> About the blue sky and spring,
About the Black Sea and the Desna,
About Ukraine – our native land…
Come again, my friend!
Ihor Sichovyk
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SUNNY HOME
Our sunny home is welcoming and bright,
How joyful and fun to live in it.< br> Here is mom's song and dad's smile.
Babies 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,
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 hold in my hand
Colored pencils.
I want to draw
Crimean mountains and the Carpathians.
Steppe and hills of the Dnieper,
And lakes and oak trees,
And rainbow and viburnum,
Black sea and Danube –
All this is our Ukraine,
Our wonderful native land!
Natalia Zarichna
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LITTLE UKRAINIAN
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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 the 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> I flew home,
I passed the oceans,
Forests and seas,
I looked through the fogs:
– 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 forests, and the colors of the gardens –
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 among all,
The closest to us to all,
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,
They smell sweeter there flowers.
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 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 go back to the house,
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 hoppy dusk, black-browed magpies
Will wait for your tenderness and love.
You will be called to the green gardens
Black-crested boys are miraculous brides.
You can choose your friends and wife,< br> You cannot choose only the Motherland.
You can choose a friend in the spirit of a brother,
But you cannot choose your own mother.
They will always follow 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 don't 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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Chronobrivtsi, M. Syngaivskyi
Chrnobrivtsi sowed 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.
< p>Chorus:
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!..
Noises, 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 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> But 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.