by Elise aged 9

Time is ticking
clock is
grabbing my bag
and off to school

I Don’t Want to Tidy Up

by Ayse aged 8

All my things are there so I don’t want to tidy up
tidy tidy tidy
I don’t want to tidy up
tidy tidy tidy
don’t wreck my mack up
because I don’t want to tidy up

Coming Out in the World

by Ayse aged 8

Coming out in the world
is fun to do
You can go
goo goo gaga at all
the places you go to
You smile and fill our
days with light
Coming out in the world
is fun to do


by Amber Owen aged 8

Remember, remember
all though the years
Remember they fought
to save our lives

Hurry Up

by Ellena Hebditch aged 11

Wakey wakey, shouts my mum
Get dressed for school

Hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

Every morning
All I hear is hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

When I get out the house I start to walk

Then I hear hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

Then when I get to school the doors are locked and my mum says…

Hurry up
Hurry up or you’ll be late for school

After I’ve been waiting at the doors I check the time and my watch says…

It’s only half past seven

Long Ago

by Ayse aged 8

Long ago I was 12
I remember all the things I did
Long ago I didn’t watch movies that I wanted to
Long ago my life was young
but now I’m grown


by Aanya Sharma aged 10

I have a little poppy
as red as red can be,
To show that I remember
those who fought to make me free

Worries, Worries, Worries

by Freya Cosgrave aged 10

Worries, worries, worries, oh what a silly thing
Worries, worries, they put you in a swing

They bother you.
It feels like they will smother you.

You have to let them go.
Easier said than done.
They make you feel like you have to tell
They really are a bit of a smell

Worries, worries,worries
They are a tricky thing
Worries, worries they put you in a spin

Worries, worries, worries
Just don’t let them in.

Sound Collecter

by Poppi, Eunice aged 8

A stranger called this morning dressed all in black and grey
put ever sound into a bag and cared it away…

You have to send your OWN poems to the Poetry Zone. This one
is by Roger McGough. You could use it though, to
collect your own sounds. Then write your own version.

There’s an Orangutan in My Shower!

by Isobel McCarthy aged 10

There’s an Orangutan in my shower, I don’t know what to do!
It’s jumping around, squealing at my shampoo.
It goes into my room ,jumps on my bed, then stops,and falls asleep instead.
In the morning, it scampers downstairs, and is livid with my chocolate spread.
When I come back from school, my room is a mess!
I am cross “What is it with you?!”
“Go away, you belong in a zoo!”
The Orangutan is sad, the Orangutan is blue.
Then it says, “Palm oil, tractors, destroy rainforests, for you”
“Is that really true?” I say in surprise.
“Home be destroyed, please me stay with you?”
I cry and say ” Of course, but we must help others who are like you!”

This poem is dedicated to Bornfree, a website were you can sponsor a Orangutan for just £3 a month. Help were help is needed.
Help save a life.