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This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.
Showing posts with label winter poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter poem. Show all posts

Friday, December 9, 2011

HOT CHOCOLATE


After
our snowball championship fight,
my brother and I
rush into the house
to warm up,
to dry off.

Mom has hot chocolate waiting.
The rich smell
fills all the corners
of the kitchen.
The mug warms my hands.

My cocoa has 8 tiny marshmallows
floating on top.
My brother has 7.
Who is the winner
after all?
I counted.

    When you get cold in the winter, how do you warm up?  Do you wear colorful mittens, or a scarf and hat?  Do you eat hot food?  What does winter smell like to you?  What does it taste like?  Do you have snowball fights?  Who do you have fights with?  Write a winter poem about it.  Can you curl up by a warm fire to write?

Thursday, December 8, 2011

SNOWBALLS


All morning
my brother and I
made snowballs
behind the safety
of our snow forts.
We packed firm round balls
for our arsenal.

Then,
when the pile
was big enough,
we had the snowball 
fight championship.

I threw first.
Got him in the chest
S-M-A-C-K.

He threw back.
I got a snowball
down my collar
Brrr-rrr-rrr.

We exchanged volleys.
And when the snowballs
were all thrown,
I was wet.

My brother declared himself
snowball throwing
champion of the world.
He said he was the winner
because I was wetter.
We went inside to warm up
and drink hot chocolate.

He doesn't know 
I've hidden one
perfect snowball 
in the freezer.
I'll get him back
next July.


    Do you have snow where you live?  Can you write a poem about how snow makes you feel?  Can you think of words that rhyme with snow?  Make a list and see where your poems takes you.  Have a fun magic carpet ride to poetry.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Wheee-eee-eee

Wheee-eee-eee

There is a sound
that starts
deep in my belly.
Works its way
up to my chest,
then in a gush,
blows the top
of f my head.

It is the sound
I scream
as my sled
slides quickly
down the hill.
Wind
burns my cheeks
eyes water.

It is wild,
exciting,
fun,
Wheee-eee-eee!


     Do you ride a sled, snow ski, ice skate?  What winter activities do you like to do? Can you write a poem about it?  Stay warm and have fun.