Old Possum's poetry competition 2008

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Lots of you entered the Old Possum's Children's Poetry Competition which we ran for National Poetry Day 2008 with the Children's Poetry Bookshelf.

Read the winning poems from last year's competition about the topic of 'work'. The poems are all written by children around the world who are learning English.

Do you like writing poems? If you are a member of LearnEnglish Kids, you can send us your poem using the comments box below.

Winners in 7-8 age group, International Learners of English

When my Mom is Working
By Max Kondziolka, aged 8, from Ukraine.

What colour is a night?
What colour is a day?
Both are black
if my Mom is away.

I am just eight,
I am not ten,
But I understand
She has to work –
to provide the family well.

What colour is a day?
What colour is a night?
When my Mom comes back –
Both are bright.

Computer
By Cyril Kumaar, aged 8, from China.

I am a computer, I work too quick
E-mail and Internet, an easy click.
Tickety Tickety Tick
If you touch me, I’m so smooth,
If you punch me, I’ll blow
If you clean me, I’ll glow
I’m like your assistant.
When I’m happy, I give you a Beep
When something goes wrong, I go Boop.
That’s all I do.

A Fisherman’s Tale
By Sagnik Bhattacharya, aged 8, from India

There is a fisherman, who gets up at the crack of dawn.
Out of the house and on his lawn.
Feeds his goat,
And takes out his boat.
Watching the moon set –
In the lake he throws his net.
Hoping to get a fish,
Not to land on his dish,
But to sell it in the market.
Twelve fishes a day is his target.
All day he does sail
Come storm or hale.
Every day he gets only a pound,
But he does not complain or make a sound.
He returns home at seven,
Which is his heaven.
His wife gives him ale,
Listening to his morning’s tale.
Then on his rough hands she gives him a kiss
Although it smells only of fish.

Winners in 9-11 age group, International Learners of English

The Photographer
By Tudor Cristian Pop, aged 11, from Romania

The photographer takes photos,
Photos of animals:
A lion, a dog,
A tiger and a frog.

The little photographer
And the beautiful kids
Take photos
Of very old trees.

The photographer is at the seaside.
He sees a beautiful butterfly.
He takes a photo of the beach,
Then of a little red fish.

Wonder Child
By Aysesu Sicimoglu, aged 10, from Turkey

Ayhan works a lot,
In a repair work shop.
He doesn’t want to work,
He wants to play,
He wants to go to school.
He misses mum’s kisses,
In the morning.
Two little brothers he has.
He dreams of being the Captain of a very big ship.

The Bakers
By Tudor Frent, aged 10, from Romania

Bakers bake bread for people
Because people like fresh bread and cakes.
They wake up early in the morning
To knead the dough and make good bread.

It is very hot in the baker’s
It smells of vanilla and sugar.
The bakers sing while they knead,
Thinking of the joy of children.

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Comments

Talented child! Is anybody here can beat him?
QueenAmuletDiamond-new member (can anybody be my friend?)

now the day is over 
night is drawing nigh
shadows of the evening
steal across the sky 
now the darkness gathers 
stars begin to peep
birds and beasts and flowers 
soon will be asleep 

Very Nice!!!!!

wow!!!!!!!!!!!! what an awsome poems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow this kids are very talented :D
gr8 poems 

i love poems/stories.
of learnenglish kids/britsh council!!

i love poems

Great! Keep your eyes open for our new poetry competition - there will be information on the home page soon. :)
Miss Lucky Mouse (website editor)

A visit to space  
By, Sanjidul

I see the stars around me 
I want to touch them but can't, why?
I wonder if it's a dream but suddenly I see a sunshine light throwing over my eyes 
Then wake up I realize that this was just a dream

What are poems?
By Silly Rhythm Twilight
Poems are poems

They're like foods that we can't eat
But  can fill up an invisible bowl
And we maybe can taste them
Like tasting candies
They will fade in our mouths
And be absorbed by our bodies
Poems are not always sweet
They can be bitter or nothing
If you want to make them sweet
Just add some dreams and candies
But be careful with the bottle of bitterness
A drop can make them taste bad
Poems can be sour
Like lemons without sugar
Like vinegar we put in salads
And cranberries that we eat

Poems are poems
They're like water but can't be poured
But why can they overflow a glass of water?
And the poems "wet" my shirt
From no where, the wind comes
Not to dry my shirt
But to make the ground more wet

Poems are poems
They're pieces that are very hard to hold
So i put them in my pocket
Sometimes i take them out and throw them toward the sky
And sometimes i throw them slightly behind my back
And then when i look at them flying away
I...suddenly feel tears dropping
Wetting the spot where i'm standing
I see my sister who passed away....
....kindly smiling at me.....
"Hi Jennie..." she says to me
And magically dissapears
Poems still flying....
Flying toward the sky.....

Poems are poems
They're something vague
They're lights of blind people
And poets are blind people
They try to follow those lights like children trying to catch balloons
Fly, they fly so high....
.. and disappear in the sky
And never can be caught

Children become poets
They imagine fairy places....
The places where balloons will be there

Poets become children
They  start to cry....
...balloons...
....they really are gone....

very nice

At last I see the sun set glow
By Meaghan Pellerin

The blue jay flew high above the clouds
The squirrels gather acorns on the ground
The river sparkles in the sunlight
At last I see the sun light glow in front of my eyes so high above

this is a really good poem i was so inpressed  i think yours will win 

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