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Poetry By Heart is a national competition in which young people in key stages 2, 3, 4 and 5 choose poems they love, learn them by heart and perform them in a school or college competition.
no rudolph get down
what are you doing
rudolph you've ruined christmas
NO SPICED HAM
NO CRANBERRY JELLYSAUCE
NO NOT NOWT
Don’t teach me Dog
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back
No one can live long
with this ventriloquy,
voices thrown from the dark.
When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
“What do you want to do when you’re older?”
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
When it was so dark I could not see
A little creature came to me
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day!
Oh, slim and slimy
Or grey and grimy
Are the animals of the sea.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Inside their sturdy hearts of wood
trees are simply doing good.
Glory be to the one of a hundred names
for the gift of the marvellous and the mundane.
Why do you walk beside the tide
As though you loved none other?
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.
Come play with me;
Why should you run
How she sat there,
the time right inside a place
so wrong it was ready.
And inside there’s another me,
A chair - allow me, sir ! . . . Great Scott !
Time's a bird and Time just flies.
what vet could take
a scalpel to this
He watches from his mountain walls
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing