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SPRING COMPETITION WINNERS! This was very close – we had some excellent entries – but alas, not everyone could win. Well done to the following: In the 6 and under – Chiamaka Uchegbu and Isabelle Rose Eccles. In the 7 and above – Youngsung, Robbie, Francesca, Idrees Mohammed Shafiq, Chloe To, Maisie Wise, Emily Gentles, Ana Vittoria Fernandes-Haras, Isabelle Thornton and Julia Murdoch. A big thanks to everyone who entered! You can check out the winners and the best of all the competition entries by clicking on “poems” and then scrolling down to “Competition Entries”
NOTE TO SCHOOLS SENDING POEMS. I’m very happy for schools to send us poems. But I do edit all poems – in the same way that poems would be edited in a book. This does take time – and so I would ask schools to limit the number of poems sent. If a school sends, say, 30 poems – one from every class member – I may have to choose a selection to appear in the Poetry Zone. Schools may, however, send as many poems as they would like for competitions..
Poo Poo Poo! Rude poems can be very funny but be warned – if you send us poems about farts, bottoms or poo they won’t be appearing in the Poetry Zone. So please stop sending us rude poems.
And do please remember that all the poems you send should be your own original work.
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Here Come the Dark Agesby aged
An ode to Bremainers
Here come the dark ages
Here come the dark ages
Stupidity has sounded
All you Brexiters think you’re so smart
You’ve turned ruining the UK into an art
A Tribute to the Inuitby aged
Amidst the freezing gusts of cold,
And the sudden sharp smacks of chill
You stood tall and bold! Nestled within your igloos
In your world of shimmering ice!
A haven of sparkling snowdrops,
Ode to the Dewdropby
A slender spine of grass, trembles in the early morning breeze
It perseveres to balance, a fragile, brittle, tear-shaped jewel
The jewel trickles down its spine,
Moistening its aching vertebra
And seeps down, into the embrace