Aydin ~ Winter Triolet Poem

 

 Snow falling from the white sky

 Skating and Skiing on a nice winter day

 Be careful of the black ice on the roads

 Snow falling from the white sky

 Winter night sky and festival shows

 Snow falling into my eyes as I lay

Snow falling from the white sky

Skating and Skiing on a nice winter day

 

 On the ski lift looking at the beautiful mountains

 Warm and toasty in the ski lodge

Skiing with friends is oh, so fun

 On the ski lift looking at the beautiful mountains

 Ice in the snow glistens as it gets shined on by the sun

 Pro skiers on the double blacks as I watch

 On the ski lift looking at the beautiful mountains

  Warm and toasty in the ski lodge

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My Winter Poem- Alex

A cold morning awakens.

The snow falls off the trees,

into piles on the ground.

Behind a cloud,

is a warm, bright sun.

Not making the air warmer.

Wind blows through the air,

making a whistling sound.

A river, nearby.

Rushing cool water,

that never has an end.

Snow everywhere.

It makes the air cold.

Every second it gets colder.

The breeze becomes faster.

The river water rushes faster,

turning to ice slowly.

A girl stands alone,

waiting for who knows what.

The snow softly touches her hair.

Every second she moves one step forward.

No one knows,

no one cares.

Only a shadow left of her.

A short, dark shadow,

moves away from you.

Taking the last step,

Going home.

She was the only one to know where home is,

but everyone knows where she’s going.

Far but close.

You watch.

The girl stops,

looks around,

and sees one thing.

Home.

Poetry

Poetry – Rhyming

The snow falling like ashes one by one on my eyelashes.

The wind lashes me like a car crashing into me.

Walking down the with no gloves and my toes falling off because of the cold.

While myself and my friend sold candles for the winter weather.

 

Our hands were freezing, we had no gloves and no hot cocoa.

We sold five candles with handles.

That’s when the blizzard came in, the snow blinding us from the world

 

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My Winter Poem- Alex

A cold morning awakens.

The snow falls off the trees,

into piles on the ground.

Behind a cloud,

is a warm, bright sun.

Not making the air warmer.

Wind blows through the air,

making a whistling sound.

A river, nearby.

Rushing cool water,

that never has an end.

Snow everywhere.

It makes the air cold.

Every second it gets colder.

The breeze becomes faster.

The river water rushes faster,

turning to ice slowly.

A girl stands alone,

waiting for who knows what.

The snow softly touches her hair.

Every second she moves one step forward.

No one knows,

no one cares.

Only a shadow left of her.

A short, dark shadow,

moves away from you.

Taking the last step,

Going home.

She was the only one to know where home is,

but everyone knows where she’s going.

Far but close.

You watch.

The girl stops,

looks around,

and sees one thing.

Home.

 

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Winter Theme Epic Poem – Eden

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I wake up and begin training just in time to see the sun peek out above the horizon,

I am a strong warrior.

Just like my father I’ve trained all my life to save my town in case of a certain event.

I prepare for the fire ball extravaganza.

My father told me about this event when I was young girl.

Explained how he stopped this event and soon later hurled.

I couldn’t understand why he had hurled,

He told me he couldn’t explain and it was just a complicated world.

This event only occurred once before.

The next time it arrived however I’d have to stop it some more.

Begins during winter with the sun rising at an unusual pace.

 

Today I sit again and watch the sun rise.

A thick layer of snow covered the ground in front of my eyes.

The sun rose at a quick speed.

Brutal heat was being propelled toward the snow,

Like fireballs.

The heat from the sun struck the snow like a blazing fire hitting a leaf,

Snow began to melt as the sun rose at this rapid pace.

I didn’t understand what I was seeing.

Until extravaganza was imprinted in the snow from where the fireballs hit.

This could only be one thing,

The fireball extravaganza.

 

It was years of training that would pay off today.

Jumping to my feet I grabbed my ice gun and set off on my way.

I knew exactly what to do,

I had to stop this so winter wouldn’t leave.

With my ice gun and shield I was prepared

Ten levels on this ice gun and I began on level five

Shooting at one fireball after another and turning them to snow

I was on a roll

I turned the ice gun up to eight

Then nine

It was time for ten

 

I lost control and missed the fire ball.

I hit the sun, and I saw the sun become weak all of a sudden.

No longer feeling healthy and proud I felt sick and ashamed.

I failed to succeed but the heat quickly stopped and the sun began to turn to snow.

Fireballs no longer flew,

The sun no longer shined.

I could only hope that someone’s been training for this extravaganza,

Otherwise summer won’t ever arrive.

 

Chains Sonnet

Chains Sonnet

By: Charlotte Cannan

Our 7th grade is reading a book called Chains,

She works hard in trying to become free,

It’s about a slave girl who has a big brain.

But she is known as the slave who serves madam, tea.

Her name is isabel and she has a sister,

A friend of hers in a red hat,

But her sister got sold by the mean tory mister.

Gets thrown in prison like a dirty rat.

A battle between tories and rebels,

Darkness filled throughout the sky

Nothing is left, besides little pebbles.

Don’t want to make you down but, people do die.

She has a lot of things going on

Isabel is trying to become free by being a spy

She’s want to leave and be gone.

Chains is a heart racing story that you should buy!

The Forest By: Zack

It’s windy.

I feel the cold blow on my face.

I sit on the damp stump of an oak tree.

I hear my stream flow past.

I smell my swamp, a smell of rotting wood and old mushrooms in the distance.

The ground is colorful, covered with leaves of every size and color.

I hear a sound to my left.

I slowly turn my head and I see a deer standing in a bush.

It’s only there for a few seconds.

Ten feet from where I sit.

Then it turns and walks off.

Gone.

Disappeared.

It’s silent.

Then I notice the birds are still reciting song after song in the canopy above my head.

And my stream is still gurgling on by my side.

I sit there.

Minutes fly past me, as fast as the wind.

The birds sing, stopping now and again and then picking up again, still as beautiful as ever.

The leaves rustle in the trees, falling to the ground in beautiful waves of color.

I see deer, but never as close as before.

Squirrels are rushing around eating, climbing trees, and looking for food.

I feel tired

hungry

thirsty

These are signs that I should leave.

I stand and the songs stop.

I walk down the hill.

Balance across the log over the stream.

And run out of the woods and into the clearing.

I am home.