Winter Poems

This week we had a snowball fight! Well, it was more of metaphorical, poetic one. After answering a few writing prompts inspired by winter, the poets crumpled up their pieces of paper into snowballs and threw them at their fellow poets. After collecting a handful of snowballs, students used each other’s words to write poems about winter. Here are a few pieces about this chilliest of seasons.

7th Grade

I Hate Winter Tamarya C

I hate winter

My feet can’t stand winter

I hate being outside

for winter.

My red hands hurt when it hits the cold

I really hate getting stuck in the snow

I always end up getting sick,

I am really lazy when it comes to winter

My ears are too cold to hear

My nose is too cold to smell

I always need to carry Vaseline during this nightmare

Winter Brooke J.

Part 1.

Winter is hot foamy cocoa at the crack of dawn

In the living room, just you

and the decorated tree lit with lights

Winter is the amazing activities planned

previously, that we will oh so enjoy.

Sled going down snow slopes, snow angels

flying their way into a winter wonderland,

packed up snow in your palm

freezing it instantly

Part 2.

Winter is a harsh painful monster

roads and steps frozen with black ice,

cars and people slipping and sliding

walking with the winter breeze.

Feels like tiny little icicles

stabbing your body

Falling in the snow numbs the body

and stabs you like a million needles.

8th Grade

Winter Love Kai Ying B.

As the heaters are blasting and no

sun is out, it’s just white.

Why just white? It’s winter

Winter, so powerful

cold and snow.

I sip hot cocoa inside, I warm up

my chocolatey goodness in a cup

that’s steamy, with some fresh soft cookies

that are out of the oven.

I watch warm Christmas movies that warm your heart

with my loved ones.

I rub my hands and feet together,

To keep warm and comfortable

In this cold, cold snowy weather.

Winter Joseph C

My love for winter

the cool frosty breeze giving me

chills down my back

I will go get a hot cup of coffee

makes me feel warm inside.

A freezing blizzard outside,

I go to the fireplace

As I’m sitting I hear a snap, crackle, pop

The fire wood is burning while I’m twisting and turning

in my bed, I feel like a marshmallow in a

cup of hot cocoa

I feel like a snowflake, perfect in every way

the snow is glistening, the fire is popping as the

shutter creaks, I fall in a deep sleep.

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