Metaphor and Our Neighborhoods

In Ms. Mild-Thomas’s class, 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. The students did an amazing job!


Luis G

The falling marshmallows were everywhere at the time. 

The roads where the cars would pass by would make cars trapped like a mouse in a mousetrap, or make the cars slide, like it was an ice skating competition. 

The sidewalk where people would usually walk by would make people struggle to stop sliding, making them look like a cartoon character beginning to run.

The power where people usually use them for electricity was off, just like when a radio stops working.

Or, rather, a school shutting off at 6 PM.

My Neighborhood

Jazmin S

The sun in my neighborhood is as warm as my dog’s fur.

The snow in my neighborhood is like shiny glass falling from the sky.

The trees looked like cotton candy.

Cats look like mighty warriors.

Dogs playing with the squishy marshmallow.


Sunny Day 

Henry S

The sun is starting to get super big as a T-rex

Everyone’s skin is starting to burn up like a marshmallow

Everyone is starting to melt as acid

The water is getting Thanos Snapped

The sun is going supernova

Everyone is now a roasted stake

As all matter is being released

The earth burns up



“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.