Welcome to The Poetry Zone!
Since 1998 The Poetry Zone has published around 20,000 poems by young people and has had millions of visitors – children and teenagers, real live poets and other adults – who want to check us out, especially teachers who use the Poetry Zone as a fun way of teaching poetry in their schools. This year is our 20th Anniversary. We’ll be marking it in a very special way – so watch this space.
Christmas Poems. Thanks to everyone who entered the competition. We had some great poems sent in. Here are the winners!
Under 7 – Muqdada, Charlottei and Tino (Tino – Please send me your email). They will be receiving Little Lemur Laughing by Joshua Seigal. Aged 8 and over – Harshita Das, Maktub Memood and Jemima:) They win I Don’t Like Poetry by Joshua Seigal. It was so hard to choose from all the brilliant poems sent in that we are choosing two extra winners. They will receive one of my books of poetry of their choice. They are Kiera Garrett and Iona Mandal.
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.
I Wish, I Wishby aged
I wish I was a monkey who can swing from tree to tree.
I wish I could eat bananas for my tea.
I wish I was a monkey with a monkey family.
I wish I was monkey
The Artistby aged
Emerald green trees
all thick with
tower up like
as the golden sand
showing its willingness
a sprinkling of
A Testament to the Divineby aged
Within the Realm
of Infinite Possibility
there lies a paintbrush
magnificent in its ability
A paintbrush of illustriousness
A paintbrush of delight
A paintbrush of fulfilment
With the sweep