Welcome to The Poetry Zone!
HAVE A FANTASTIC AND POETICAL NEW YEAR. And thanks for all your support in 2018. Make your New Year’s Resolution be to WRITE LOTS OF POEMS!
CHRISTMAS COMPETITION WINNERS! The six winners will each receive a copy of The Poetry Zone anthology. Edmund Batson, Elsie, Akifah Abdin, Cate, Pourandokht Jafari Dizaji and Drew Granica. WELL DONE! (Please make sure you sent us your email address) RUNNERS UP (excellent poems – but no prize, sorry…) were Matthew J., Harshita Das, Flora, Abbey and Tazkia Dokrat.
A BIG THANK YOU to all the poets who performed at our 20th Birthday Celebration. Especially two of our very own children’s poets – Indigo and Fatema. They read brilliantly well. Well done! Their poems are in The Poetry Zone. A Celebration of 20 Years of Children’s Poetry (Troika Books).
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.
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 I Don’t Know What To Call This Poemby aged
I don’t know what to call this poem.
What is it even about?
Today, my inspiration is failing me.
I want to scream and shout.
It’s really annoying.
When you lack your creative juice.
I had a pear
that had a hair
I gave it to the Mayor
who shared it
with care .
Silk sewn petals,
Smooth at the touch,
Intricate colours colliding much,
Delicately shaped and in a bud,
Opening only to the sun’s love,
Opening to the rain’s care,
Opening to the fresh air,