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Hello everyone. The Federation of Children’s Books Groups invited children in KS2 (approx. ages 8-11) to write a poem based on the theme The Planet We Share for National Non-Fiction November 2020. I was asked to judge the competition and so I thought you might like to see the three winning poems. Go to Poems and scroll down to Competition Entries. Our Riding a Lion competition has closed and the winners will be announced soon – watch this space. And a new competition coming soon. Meanwhile keep writing and sending us poems. We love to read them. Be careful and stay safe
Since 1998 The Poetry Zone has published around 30,000 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.
A Trip With a Childhood Cousinby
We’ve known each other
Since we were children
You’ve shared my brother
Since he crawled from the crib
In sporadic bursts of summer vacations
Just like having a little sister
Sad times happen
like you get in a fight with your siblings
but there is tight love behind the tie.
Or you lost someone who has died.
Let’s forget about that and have a good time.
The year screeches to a halt
Fields of all your efforts await
School’s started its daily rhythm
All rusty parts are lubricated
Crops are ready for farmers;
Slowly, the wheel of life starts