Metaphor and Our Neighborhoods!

In Ms. Carteno’s 6th grade classes at Dever Elementary, we read Valerie Bloom’s “Frost” and thought about how she stretched an extended metaphor for the snow all through her poem. We thought about how her metaphors showed us how she felt about frost without telling us. We experimented with using our own metaphors to describe different types of days in our neighborhood. We have a lot of big feelings about the snow as it turns out!

Class 303


-Olivia G

Tall houses with pools,

houses cold and refreshing

leaves blooming and bright

cars moving like though a carwash.


Rain in My Neighborhood

-Reece C

Rain is like little people singing lullabies

to the trees. The rain drops are trying to break in

and come sing. On the houses, on the windows

raindrops are racing to win. The buildings are covered

with a blanket, so are the dogs. Everyone is going to bed.


My Neighborhood


I wake up

and feel cold

air. I go outside

and get soaked by the


It flies over

the grass

and I pass by places with food inside,

acting like a shelter.


Class 308

As I look outside my window

Kii D.

I see gems falling from the sky

Washing away a pile of leaves with blinding light

Scaring away bikers with its beauty

Filling the cracked sidewalk with hidden treasure

Washing out the noise of the engines with a powerful glisten.


Spring in My Neighborhood

Gabi E

Spring in my neighborhood looks like fireworks

Crispy leaves screaming away as flowers bloom

Speedy squirrels grabbing acorns

Little kids playing in the bright green grass

Parked cars covered in dusty leaves

Naked branches chirping and screaming



Angel A

Clouds form around the neighborhood

Suddenly it rains

It starts thundering

Knives strike fast cars

The knives strike near the lonely homes

Knives strike the road, destroying it

The clouds holding the knives start to roll away.

Humans run outside to see the knife holders are gone

along with the knives.




“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.