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.


I Hate Winter 

Tamarya C

7th Grade


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 Love

Kai Ying B. 

8th Grade


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. 



Joseph C

8th Grade


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. 



Brooke J. 

7th Grade

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. 




“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.