Short poems for the New Year: heartfelt and funny, for children and adults

There is not much time left until the New Year 2025. December 31 is a wonderful time when everyone is bustling and preparing for the holiday. Salads, presents, clappers, fireworks, New Year's tree - everyone loves and waits for it. "Izvestia" prepared beautiful cards and poems about the New Year and winter season, which you can share with your family and friends.

Soulful poems with New Year for adults

Morning (Alexander Tvardovsky)

Spinning lightly and ineptly,
A snowflake sat on the glass.
It was snowing thick and white at night.
The snow made the room bright.
A little powdery fluff of flying snow,
And the winter sun rises
Like every day is fuller and better,
Let the new year be better
And the days that people celebrate,
Hours like this hour,
There'll be many more when we're with you
And many, many after us...

New Year (Vladislav Khodasevich)

"Happy New Year!" How clear the smile is!
"Happy New Year!" - "Darling, we're together!"
There's a fish in the aquarium at the window
Quietly shining with a golden feather.
On a bright morning at the living room window
Your sweet image, your sweet voice...
A kiss fragrant and innocent.....
A new year! Happy! Golden!
Who's happier than me today?
Who jokes more modestly about fate?
What's more beautiful than a New Year's fairy tale,
A lonely fairy tale about you?

Poems by Pushkin, Yesenin and other Russian poets about New Year and winter.

Birch (Sergei Yesenin)

White birch
Under my window
Covered with snow,
Like silver.
On its fluffy branches
A snowy fringe
♪ Brushes are blooming ♪
With white fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes burn
In the golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily
Going round and round
Sprinkles the branches
With new silver.

That year the weather was autumnal (Alexander Pushkin)

That year the autumn weather
Stood long in the yard,
Nature was waiting for winter.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night. Waking up early,
Tatyana saw through the window
The courtyard turned white in the morning,
Curtains, roofs and fences,
and light patterns on the glass,
Trees in winter silver,
Forty merry ones in the yard
And softly carpeted mountains
Winter's shining carpet.
Everything is bright, everything is white all around.

General greetings (Sasha Cherny)

I don't have time to visit:
How can I get together with all my friends all of a sudden?
Every hour, I have different things to do...
There's no tuxedo, no tailcoat, no shirt.
The world's a big place, and I'm like a mouse in a cellar.
I'll congratulate everyone in the magazine:
All the children, all the fish, all the bugs,
# Ostriches and the smallest birds #
# Bees, elephants, gazelles and mice #
# All the crazy, frisky foals #
All the seals of the polar countries,
Ants crawling on a banana,
All who are kind, who torture no one,
♪ Jumping and frolics and meows ♪
On this night before the sunrise
I wish you a Happy New Year!

Beautiful short poems for the New Year for babies and children

Winter (Emma Moshkovskaya)

Once upon a time there were dots in a cloud:
Dots-daughters and sons -
Twenty thousand sons!
Twenty thousand daughters!
Forty thousand white dots
♪ Sons and dots and dots and daughters ♪
# They took hands at once
And ran to the ground.

On skis (Alexander Vvedensky)

On skis.
There's snow all over the ground,
I'm skiing.
You're running after me,
It's nice in the forest in winter:
The sky is bright blue
The fir trees and pines are covered in hoarfrost
The snow glistens beneath my feet,
Hey, guys, who's following us?

Funny New Year's poems

Snow Wine (Alexander Blok)

And once again, sparkling from the wine cup,
You put fear in my heart
With your innocent smile
In your heavy-smeared hair.
I am overturned in the dark jets
I inhale again without love,
I inhale again the forgotten dream of kisses,
Of snowy blizzards all around you.
And you laugh with a marvelous laugh,
You're snaking in a bowl of gold,
And over your sable fur
The wind is blue.
And how can I, looking into the living streams,
I can't see myself in your crown.
How can I not remember your kisses
On your tilted face?

December Snow (Valentin Berestov)

The snow is growing. The day shortens.
The year passes. Winter is coming.
Even at noon a giant shadow follows me.
Blue footsteps in the snow.
The snow hangs down from the fir-trees' paws,
And the tits whistle without a hitch.
How many snowy women there are in the snow,
How many snowy fortresses there are around!
The dawn has changed from dusk to dawn,
And the snows turn white from the darkness.
I love you, the short days of December,
The evening of the year and the morning of winter.