young poets corner

Scroll down to read poems written by young children from all over the world. 
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NAME: kerry   AGE: 12   LOCATION: newcastle

NAME: Carolyn Cohen    AGE: 7     LOCATION: Radlett, England

NAME: Casey Gerard   AGE: 8  LOCATION: England

NAME: Lydia   AGE: 12  LOCATION: Poole

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AGE: 12    LOCATION: england

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NAME: Catherine Ann Munro     AGE: 9   LOCATION: Bristol

                              Honey Limerick!

               I like to eat lots of honey,
               Especially when day's are sunny,
               It's sticky and thick,
               So eat it up quick,
               The thing is it costs to much money.  

Hannah age 8 from England

The unicorn has its own magic and spell,
Around her neck is a giant silver bell.
From her horn dust will fall,
She only comes when she hears her call.
The colour of her is crystal white,
Go to her, she will not bite.
Her beauty is so wonderful,
Her mane is ever so beautiful.
The golden hoofs on her feet,
Look like like a rippled golden sheet.
Looking at her diamond eyes,
You see her under fluffy, pink skies.
She swings her tail from side to side,
When it's day she will always hide.
Her canter is ever so soft,
I saw her first from my loft.
She will be a horse in the morn,
I know she's special because she's a unicorn.

NAME: Naomi age 12  from United Kingdom

School

Sports can be tennis,
but don't be a menace
with the rackets.

English is writing,
underlining, highlighting
or brackets.

Maths is for sums,
not twiddling your thumbs
in a test.

Tests are important
and can't be shortened
so do you're best.

French is for language
like how you say "sandwich"
and one, two and three.

There's not a vacation
in school education
so learning is what it should be!

Owen Spokes
10
kent, England

There's a Monster Under my Bed
At night, when I get told to go to bed, I get all shocked
and I shiver a lot. I say to Mum and dad "Please
Don't leave me alone upstairs, with the MONSTER under
My bed". Mum and dad always say "Don't be silly,
There's nothing under your bed, it's just your imaginary
Friend".
When I get upstairs the MONSTER gives a "ROAR" I start
to shiver and shake then I gave a loud scream.
But when I looked under my bed it was only my big fat
CAT!

Rebecca
9, Waikanae, New Zealand

Mum

Her hair is a black cloud forming in the distance
Her eyes are like two meatballs sitting on a pink plate
Her teeth are like ice cubes waiting to sucked
Her legs are like two velvet pink gowns on a clothes rack

My Mum is a tall slim statue on a hill of gold

Katherine
10, New Zealand

Harriette

Her hair is as orange as a fire in a wood.
She's as loud as a lions roar.
Her eyes are a patch of deep blue sea surround by white sand.
Her nose is like a shell sticking out of the sand on a warm summers day.
Her teeth are like rows of pearls on a pink piece of paper.
Her lips are like red blood drizzled on a face.
Her eyebrows are like piles of bright orange tulips in rows.
Her ears are like two small pink jelly beans glued to a face.

Paris
10, Wellington New Zealand

Hunting Cat

Fluffy cat hunting,
clear glistening eyes searching,
pointy whiskers twitching,
silky pricked ears listening,
long wispy tail waving,
sharp teeth ready to bite!

Courtney.
9, Wellington, NewZealand

My Sister

Kool
Annoying
Tickles Me
Honest
Excellent
Runs With Me
Important
Nice
Evil

Mcgregor
6, New Zealand

CATS!
    
cats are cute and cuddly
some are mean and bite
some cats are small and short
what never even fight
some cats are fluffy some are not
but there's one thing that cats don't like 
that's DOGS!!!!

Anouska leyens
age 10 from London

Poems

Poems are funny poems are sad
poems are everywhere around
poems make me laugh and cry with their lovely tune
poems are little tunes what go on in my head
poems will go round the world for ever!!!!

Anouska Leyens
age  10   from London

The Magic Box
I will put in my box
the sound of the waves clashing together,
the sweet smell of popcorn,
and the first gurgle of my baby cousin.

I will put in my box
the excitement of going on holiday,
a fresh start to the new day,
and seeing the red, orange and yellow sunset for the first time.
I will put in my box
the feeling of waking up on your birthday and knowing your a whole year older,
the view from your hotel window looking over the beautiful ocean,
and the glisten of the first star you see.
My box is bright purple with golden spirals on the lid and lovely memorys in the corners.

I shall swim in my box
in the biggest oceans in the world, then be scooped up by a net and drop me on the finest, yellowest beach ever found.

Sasha Keene
10, Edgware

Let’s Think Of Things That Rhyme

People like chat
Maybe not about a bat
Maybe about their pet cat
I don't know why,

But you may have sat
On your hat
But how do we know that?

When people get on their front door mat
Maybe what you want to do is play with your pet rat
Or maybe even your pet gnat

I think we know 'chat' rhymes with a lot of things
But lets go on and rhyme, say, 'rings'
Or maybe not, maybe 'kings'
Imagine if people say, had wings!
Then we could fly away to the land of glings!
I think we know that 'chat' and 'rings'
Rhyme with A LOT of things!

I think now my poem must end
For we have gone far too far round the bend
So you and I must descend
For this poem has finished its twiddly end.

Alex S
age 10 from Felden, Herts, England

WHALES

Whales are like hail
Spraying water out of their spouts
But they’re not as bad as brussel sprouts!
So do not doubt a whale’s friendliness
Because it won't come round for tea it doesn't have your address!
WHALES
Whales don't have spots or dots
But have greyness a lot!
They howl in the wind, they say
But really it's in the water in day
So don't be scared of whales please
Because if you turn around to see

It might just be a snail!

Beth Hammond age 10 from the UK

Bugs

Jugs of bugs
Mugs of bugs
Jugs and mugs and glugs of bugs

some small some big
some crawl some dig

Some thin some thick
Some as hard as a brick

Some short some tall
Some huge some small

Some soft some hard
Some thin as playing cards

Jugs of bugs
Mugs of bugs
Jugs and mugs and glugs of bugs

by Alex and Emma, age 9 from England 

I went to the park
when it was dark
I was walking along
I singing my song
But I stopped when I heard a bark

Gina
7, Lyminge

Mummy

Mummy is soft like a teddy bear
I put my fingers in her hair
Even though I'm still little
My hair is still awfully brittle
My mummy says I'll grow up strong
I'm going to be a singer and sing all day long,
I like to hug my ted to my tum,
But I prefer to hug my mum.

WHAT IS CHOCOLATE?

Chocolate is a treasure
hiding in the cupboard

Chocolate is a delicious smell
floating on the air

Chocolate is smooth water
being poured from a jug

Chocolate is a piece of ice
melting in your mouth

Chocolate is gluey mess
sticking on your fingers

By Emma, age 13 from Hertfordshire, UK

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