20 + Best Poems For Recitation Competition

Paul King
BornPaul Thomas King
1978 (age 39–40)
OccupationWriter, director
Years active1999–present
Paul King (born 1978) is a British writer and director. He works in television, film and theatre, and specialises in comedy. For his work on the family comedy film Paddington (2014), he was nominated for two BAFTA Film Awards. He returned to direct and co-write the sequel, Paddington 2 (2017).

English Poems for class/Grade 1,2 and 3 for recitation competition.

20 + Best Poems For Recitation Competition
20 + Best Poems For Recitation Competition

1. BEES

Buzzing bees, buzzing bees, 
Buzzing and bumbling from flower to flower, 
Sucking sweet nectar out of the bloom, 
To fill with gold your honeycomb bower.
 Paul King

2. ROUND ABOUT 
Round the coppice 
Round the trees, 
Round the woods 
With the rustling leaves; 
Round the tree trunk, 
Round the stem: 
Round about 
And home again.
Paul King


 3. How Beautiful the World Is

How beautiful the world is, 
How blue the sky above, 
How green the grass in the morning dew, 
How musical the dove. 
  
Eyes to see the colours bright, 
Ears for music of delight, 
Nose to smell the fragrant rose, 
Skin to feel the breeze that blows. 
  
How beautiful the world is, 
How blue the sky above, 
God is there in all creation 
Flowing forth in light and love.Paul King  

4. AFTER THE RAIN

Drip, drip, drip from the twigs and the leaves, 
Drop, drop, drop from the drain-pipe and the eaves, 
Plip, plip, plip making dimples in the sand, 
Plap, plap, plap in the palm of my hand. 
Driplets on the petal tips, 
Droplets on the grass, 
A-glistening in the sunlight 
When the rain cloud has passed.   
   Paul King

The Little Brown Bulb

 The little brown bulb lies quiet and warm, 
Sheltered from wind and sheltered from storm. 
“Awake, Little Bulb,” call the rain and the sun, 
            “Wake and unfold 
            Your green and your gold, 
            For winter is done. 
Paul King

5.THE RAINBOW

 Red, and orange, and yellow, and green
The rainbow’s seven colours have a bright shiny sheen
Light blue, indigo, and violet all told
At the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.
Paul King

6.Winter and Spring

Cruel winter froze the stream, 
Made all things hard with ice and snow. 
The creatures shivered, the flowers died, 
Nothing could live, and nothing could grow. 
  
Then came summer’s kindly warmth, 
The sun shone down with love and light. 
The hard ice cracked and melted away 
And life bloomed again in colours bright.Paul King 

7.The Lighthouse

Out in the bay there’s a lighthouse, 
On an island of rock on its own. 
The mighty waves buffet its boulders 
And the winds howl around it and moan. 
  
But so firmly it stands on the granite, 
Undaunted by wind or by sea, 
And its bright beam sweeps through the stormy night 
To bring the ships safe to the quay.
Paul King  

8.The Hunter’s Aim  

The hunter walks out in the bush alone, 
His wife and children are hungry at home. 
With arrow and bow he must try his luck, 
And at last he spies a still grazing  buck. 
  
O hunter, aim your arrow with care! 
Keep your eye on the target there! 
Pay no heed to the birds as they pass, 
Pay no heed to the wind in the grass, 
Pay no heed to the buzz of the flies, 
Nor to the jackal’s far-off cries. 
    
Concentrate on the arrow and aim.... 
That’s how the good hunter comes home with the game.
Paul King  
9.A DOG A CAT
Now dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I'm not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignified.
He's very easily taken in-
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He's such an easy-going lout,
He'll answer any hail or shout.
Again I must remind you that
A Dog's a Dog - A CAT'S A CAT.

10.AFTER THE RAIN

Drip, drip, drip from the twigs and the leaves, 
Drop, drop, drop from the drain-pipe and the eaves, 
Plip, plip, plip making dimples in the sand, 
Plap, plap, plap in the palm of my hand. 
Driplets on the petal tips, 
Droplets on the grass, 
A-glistening in the sunlight 
When the rain cloud has passed.   
   Paul King



11.Sink Song

Scouring out the porridge pot
Round and round and round!

Out with all the scraith and scoopery,
Life the eely ooly droopery,
Chase the glubbery slubbery gloopery
Round and round and round!

Out with all the doleful dithery,
Ladle out the slimy slithery,
Hunt and catch the hithery thithery,
Round and round and round!


Out with all the obbly gubbly,
On the stove it burns so bubbly,
Use the spoon and use it doubly,
Round and round and round.
J.A. Lindon



12.The Crown 
Earth brought forth the rugged gold,
Fire and bellows made it fine;
And from the watery depths of sea
A moon-round pearl did softly shine.
And with that gold and moon-glow pearl,
The craft and care of skillful hands
Forged and fashioned a wondrous crown
To give the queen would rule those lands.
The golden circlet on her head,
The queen ruled well and steadfastly,
And never forgot her subjects true
Nor earth, and fire, and wind, and sea.
Paul King

 13.Greatness

I will be great, the acorn said,
But everyone laughed,
You're quite off your head!
I will be great, the little shoot knew,
But everyone jeered,
What, a pipsqueak like you!
I will be great, said the sapling green,
But everyone scoffed,
You can barely be seen!
I will be great, said the fine young tree,
And everyone mumbled,
We'll see, we'll see.
Now I am great, said the oak stout and tall,
And the trees all agreed,
You're the king of us all!
Paul King.

14.Away sleep


Away sleep, away!
Hail lovely day!
We'll out into the world, me boys,
And brook no delay.
We'll work with a will,
Steadfast in skill:
In the wide, waking, wondrous world
We've deeds to fulfil!
Paul King 

 15.The Earth

Earth beneath my feet,
Thee my step doth greet.
Through the light of days
I walk upon thy ways,
Straight or curved or steep
In places high or deep.

Wisdom guide my soul,
Lead me to life’s goal;
Firmness bear me on
Till my path be done.

Earth beneath my feet,
Thee I gently greet.

Paul King 

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