Winter Poems

Students read Emily Dickinson's "The Sky Is Low" and wrote their own winter poems.

MY WINTER
by Monae M

The wind blows
Past like it could
Run the 40-meter
Dash. The ice
Falling down from
Trees like people
Falling from a helicopter
The blizzards are strong like
A bully is pushing
You down. The snow
Flows like a ballerina
On a cloud.

FROZEN FURY
by Melvin D.

Red face as you stand outside
Ankles suffering as you wait for the bus
Blizzards raising snow over cars
Ice is sliding cars
Stand in frozen fury you might just get bit.

THE MOOD OF WINTER
by Aja A

Mountains dancing unhappily
with snow falling rumbling
on an unlucky person
snow balled up in wads
big as a bowling balls waited
for kids to get, strike!
Stubbornly snow sits there
harder and harder for the
shovel to get up.

WINTER
Markel T.

The snow is so mean its heart is
ice cold.

Icicles are like murderers waiting
to kill

White skies jealous of the sun
so they black him out

The trees are embarrassed because
they are naked.

The snowmen get up and walk
In the middle of the night.