A Poem for the Planet was only accepting submissions from young people who live in Sheffield...
However, we have had so many entrants from other areas across the UK that we have decided to add another category to our prize list - The Best Of The Rest.
The Best Of The Rest winner shall be selected from all the Poems you can see below...this list will probably get bigger!
Dreams and Nightmares
I had a dream
That was more like a nightmare
Then a dream again
The world was clean and new
And animals lived side by side
The sun was big and felt warm
Trees grew taller than the clouds
And birds sang of the good times
Only stars were at the top of the world
Only sand was at the bottom of the sea
Then the world was broken and old
And the animals turned on each other
The weak sun couldn’t warm me
And the trees were cut down
Birds cried as they flew in circles
I couldn’t see the stars
And the sand was black
But from the ashes the world came anew
The animals rejoiced and danced together
The sun broke through the clouds and was warm
New shoots began to grow
And the birds sang once again
The stars smiled at me and told me I was missed
The sand welcomed me again
I had a dream
That turned into a nightmare
Then restored my confidence in dreams...
Emma E Ross, Glasgow
Eco-Ilchester
Listen up now, I say,
Listen here.
We care about earth,
Because we're living here.
Turn off the tap,
Don't let it flow,
Close the doors,
Don't let the wind blow.
Recycle your paper,
Don't throw it away,
Turn off the lights,
Don't leave them on all day.
Jamie Crouch, 9, Ilchester
Oil grows
Dark brew
like a mamba seeking.
Its droplets are sliding doors,
wreaking havoc in watery graves
where stones grind our old friends
their old bones in sparkling mines
and soaring skies. We seek
homes, hovels, cottages, and bungalows,
doors slide shut, and another droplet falls.
Black, thick women plunging, curving bodies
draining sick jazz
Sticky like a sax in our throats. She drinks
from another handful of black treacle and her
breasts grow,
her hips bulge,
and from her mouth
are borne on silver waters seven children,
for every land a dark hand
to guide into deeper waters
the lovers of light and darkness.
Sophie Turnball, 17, Kidderminster
Trees in danger.
Chop, chop, timber…
Down go the trees with their falling leaves.
Lumberjacks, woodsmen,
Come galloping across the woods,
Searching for more trees,
To chop to gather for their own selfish goods.
The woods are no longer green,
No longer part of the scene.
The unwelcome have now become mean,
There is no luscious life to be seen.
Woodland creatures have no homes,
All they can do is sit, or roam,
We know who the strangers are
The enemies and killers.
But who are we to say that we are the saviours?
Chop, chop, timber….
Down go the trees with their falling leaves.
Neelam Shah, 16, London
Snake skin coat...
My mum was once the finest snake,
With a cultured spring, a rattle and shake,
O'er deserts and swamps did she hence slither,
Till a hunter called to her 'come hither',
Alas! He took her by the throat,
And made her into a snake skin coat!
Sam Brunt, 24, Darlo.
Green Love
It happened at yonder recycling centre,
Eyes across the bottle bank.
She had reams of office paper,
He had bottles, and a plank...
No one knows what made them fall,
His t-shirt read "Go Lentil".
But one thing's sure, they will be back,
For love environmental!
Natalie Wilkinson, 24, Barnsley.
Soap and Sushi
Oh Baby Whale - How do you cope -
Now that your dad's a bar of soap?
It's not too bad, I only wish,
That mum was not a sushi dish.
Can it!
Destructive human race.
Look closer at the world –
See the problems we will face
People shouting “Not in our lifetime”
How wrong could they be?
The newspapers you read destroy
Our oxygen and trees.
What can we do to stop this carnage?
Can it!
Throw your rubbish in a recycling bin
Before the problems hit
Don’t use a car for small every journey
Can the habit!
Can it!
Help everyone – humans, zebra – even rabbits!
CAN IT!
Emma Yeo, 12, Tyne and Wear