Victory Day, which we celebrate throughout the country on May 9, is perhaps one of the main holidays of the country, a holiday "with tears in our eyes." Therefore, the poems that authors and poets write for this day and about the war are just as touching, clinging to the very depths of the soul of every Russian person. We present to your attention our author's selection of such poems.
Read also: Children's poems for Victory Day
Shooting a boy
The guy was only sixteen
He was taken to be shot.
He was not at all afraid of death,
I was worried that I did not manage everything.
Fascist kid in ambush
Waited nights and days on end.
And how did they appear -
His machine gun spoke up.
He defeated them, saying goodbye
On that day with its own destiny.
He knew that he would not wait
Parents go home …
But even the last bullet
He did not leave it to himself.
All these minutes have passed
He thought about his country.
May the enemy never break in
To his beloved home!
May he never return
Not scary! Not then, not later …
When the boy is already against the wall
Set to die
He thought about how pitiful
That he will not be able to fight!
Not all fascists are killed!
Not all of their tanks are destroyed!
He tore off the blindfold
And he boldly said to the fascists,
That we will achieve victory!
We will return to our homeland with glory!
Let not all, but part of us,
The one who survived and saved the Motherland!
There are many of us guys like that
Not sparing a single drop of their life!
Our people will not win
We are not afraid of enemies!
We stand firmly for the Motherland,
We have thousands of brave bayonets!
This is all that is given to us from above,
With the words of my mother "I love!"
With mother's blood, with a bird on the roof
I will boldly die for the Motherland!
On command, the Nazis fired
A boy of sixteen.
But they didn't break it!
He left a trace in the memory …
***
Honor is etched in granite!
In the silence of cold granite
Under the banners that burn in the wind
At the grave of the unknown soldier
I will bow my head with my knee …
I will lay flowers with respect,
Remembering those who didn't come
From the battlefield, from battle and battle,
Who found his death there …
They all left, guys,
Fight the fascist horde
Soldiers went nowhere
Those who did not return home later …
Every house, apartment, hut,
Gave her sons back then
That war, and the soldiers went
Fight for our cities.
Towns and villages and villages
For the fields, for the groves, for the forests!
There was no more pressing concern!
The earth and heaven were crying!
And all around was blazing with fire!
Adults and children were dying,
Blood of innocent enemies was not enough!
In this and in this world!
There is no limit to the cruelty of that,
But the Russian people cannot be broken!
Our army, of course, suffered losses,
But death had something to offer them.
And not sparing my life at all,
The soldiers rushed into battle.
Taking the souls of the fascists with me,
Taking enemies with you!
And after having already expelled them from here,
Our Russian soldier walked on.
Carrying the world everywhere and everywhere
Brother gives freedom to his brother …
Not years have passed, but many years,
But their feat in memory is
And in the souls of the Russian people,
Honor is etched in granite!
***
Unkown soldiers grave
Where tanks rumbled
Where the cannons stood
The dahlias were blooming
At the edge of the forest.
A modest cross stands
And next to it is a white birch tree
Dissolve the stalks
Like someone's tears.
In that grave the unknown
Our soldier is lying.
He disappeared for everyone without a message,
They thought he was alive.
And while there is a funeral in the house
Still did not come
Wife of the night
In the kitchen by the window.
I looked through all the eyes there,
Peering into the distance.
It’s a pity, I didn’t wait.
God … It's a pity!
Already the children have matured
And she is sad
And more and more often at night
Cries and does not sleep.
How many years have passed, but in the heart
She hurts.
And an unknown soldier
There, in the distance lies …
Mass execution
The clouds are hanging over the city
Smoke covered the ground
With a terrible, terrible rumble,
War broke into life.
On quiet, familiar streets,
The march of the all-powerful kings
The fascists marched through the columns
But they rejoiced in vain.
When the translator is German
I read the order to people,
Everyone around him cursed him,
Everyone cursed him.
Indeed, in his, albeit Russian, speech
One thing sounded: “Betray!
Your relatives, acquaintances,
Survive as best you can!
And you will be happy!
Will give you freedom
And if no one is found
You will die with the people! "
People, everyone who was driven away,
They put it next to each other, in ranks,
And the speech, while reading,
Those who disagree - right there against the wall!
And no matter how hard I try
Fascist henchman mercenary
Nothing but contempt!
Nothing but ridicule!
And the bullets all whistled
And people fell on their backs,
They didn't want to betray
And blood spilled everywhere.
The damned German could not stand it!
And he himself broke into a cry:
“Don't you want to live?
Not a child? Not mother? Not an old man ?! "
Everyone was silent, looked calmly,
How an evil fascist is rampant.
They were all shot at the wall …
But everyone remained clean.
And soul, and heart too,
And he did not betray his country,
Surprise on the German face,
The last one alive watched.
He laughed at last,
And proudly said to the enemies:
"Change will come, change will come,
And each of you jackals
Flees with fear from Russia,
Wiping myself with my blood.
I will find the strength
And I will curse you dying … "
For those shot at dawn,
Almost all of its population,
Years later, we are in charge,
Modern generation!
Those simple, innocent people
By their example they proved to all of us,
There is no place for betrayal in the heart,
They also defeated enemies!
And how much power was in them,
In ordinary city people!
They are so gone to their graves
For our peaceful days.
