National Poetry Day, the world's greatest celebration of poetry, takes place today, Thursday 6 October. This year's theme is 'Messages'; providing everyone with an opportunity to turn ordinary communications into memorable ones, by using their favourite poems to communicate the messages that matter most. 

NPD organisers, the Forward Arts Foundation, have worked with MacMillan Children's Books to nominate 15 poets as National Poetry Day Ambassadors. Their poems have been collected as a free downloadable eBook called, 'Messages: A National Poetry Day Book', which is now available online from the link below.

Download 'Messages: A National Poetry Day Book'. 

We asked the WCN team to recommend some of their favourite poems and poets for National Poetry Day - a small pool of which is collected below.


A light song of light says thank you 

to the paper it is written on -  

this most solid evidence of its existence 

however thin. Sometimes though, 

a light song of light wishes it were written 

on material even thinner, the shaft of morning 

that slides through a shut window. 

A light song of light believes nothing 

is so substantial as light, and 

that light is unstoppable, 

and that light is all.

- Kei Miller

Circumstances analogous 

to life and death, house cleaning or 

clutter. Dante or an old shirt. 

It's there to cut, but not to chop. 

Between the knuckle-bones it's soft 

as butter. Or you picked a leaf 

off the road. What is it when it 

reaches the sea? The gulls are a 

white flap over sprats in the foam. 

Call it an episode when they 

tumble together to make it 

one. The cliff is history. You 

throw yourself in where the fish are 

thickest. Take hold of a word and 

turn it on. Tourbillion.

Read more. 

- R.F.Langley




Wisps, strings, ribbons, lace, 

capillaries, filaments,

delicate networks...

something sustains us in 


- George Szirtes

Leith Poetry Projections 


You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

- 'Wild Geese', Mary Oliver