Here are the twelve finalists. You can hear the authors reading their poems by clicking on the links on the right hand side of the page.
City's Moon by Joe Broady
Infant sees accomplice moon,
Mirrored in petrol-rainbow-pools,
From dampened terraced rooftops now,
Follows him through town,
Boy knows moon,
The one they learnt about in school,
Hangs above the terraced street,
Where boy and friends now meet.
Poem Manchester by Christopher Radcliffe
How To Make Manchester by James Woodward
A bucket of music
A bowl of shops
A pinch of China
There's lots and lots
Mix it all together
In an enormous bowl
Drop it down and it's
Manchester Contrasts by Mark Baxter
Dirt tracks, motorways
Tudor structures, glass skyscrapers
trucks and trams
Children's playgrounds, Commonwealth Stadium
Narrow passages, wide causeways
Ancient and ultra modern
Shopping streets, covered malls
Mini cars, stretch limousines
Transport cafes, classy bistros
Manchester Haiku by Mike Garry
Football fans Slumber
A Curious Joy
Tea in The Winebar
chips and curry from The chinese
Trams in the bus lane
wry smiles from grey skies
streets pathed with Paving Stones
People cast in Gold
Manchester by Carole Houlston
Hard by Flic Everett
Hard is the word. The streets, the rain, the faces
The shouting in the night, the neon, dangerous places.
They grow up tough; no quarter asked or given
In Manchester, this concrete piece of heaven.
in the rain by Mike Duff
i don't care if you're black, chinese white or tan
don't care if you're old, gay, a woman or man
you can sit down next to me
if you're mancunian
Manchester by Steven Whaling
From Peterloo to the Commonwealth Games
your history is printed on my skin.
From Wythenshawe to Harpurhey
my veins are streets my arteries roads.
You are my heart my soul my lungs:
I breathe in coffee-bars, breath out arcades.
Walk by Louise Mulvey
To the sounds,
The rival grounds,
Get a round in Manchester.
Into the shops,
The hooded tops,
The café pop of Manchester.
Towards the decks,
Red brick 'techs,
Baggy kecks of Manchester.
Amongst the flash,
Panache of Manchester.
A Poem for Manchester by Jim Taylor
The Smiths singing me to sleep,
Parties in the rain,
A dream of theatres, galleries, posh shops,
And the Halle's last note floating into the night,
Walk beside my canal, look back,
Over Lowry's shoulder, sit down next to me.
Manchester by Donald Beck
Fire stokers, bridge builders, ball jugglers,
weavers, tunnellers, atom chasers,
guitar thrashers, cyber geeks, sausage sizzlers,
peaceniks, heretics, rebels, refugees,
swindlers, poisoners, punks, poets,
centurions, slave barons,
rocket scientists, revolutionaries
all live/d here.