Oct 21
Kittykatruff's picture

By The Fire

(Editor's Note: This is one of the winning submissions for Winter Tales and will be performed by Vermont Stage on Dec. 12. Find out more here!)

Winter is my favorite season.
I stay warm by the fire
With a cup of cocoa, and watch
The snowflakes fall gracefully, dancing
With the flames. 

Sometimes Nature holds her breath
And all is still; when I step outside, the silence
Is only broken by the crunch of snow 
Under my feet.

Other times, the winds howls as a lonely wolf
Lamenting the forlorn expression of the moon,
Tearing at braches, scouring houses with sharp 
Icy crystals, whipping across my face, 
Stinging my eyes, slashing ears and fingertips, 
As I hurry home to safety from the storm.

The best time of all is when 
The world pauses for a moment, though not
In anticipation, simply to ponder 
Its own existence.

Oct 19

Snow Dawn

Waking up
To the silent sound 
Of snowflakes twirling 
To the ground.
It's barely dawn
With the sun rising 
from its chambers 
beneath the mountains,
The stars unwilling to dim 
their short-lived light.
Yet the snowflakes mirror them,
Drifting to fill the valleys
In a cold, crisp carpet.
Walking out
To the half-darkness of winter,
The beauty within the ice,
The sword within the stone.
Sensing the danger in the snow,
Yet unable to pull away
From trees that seem to glow.
No one has ever been able to resist Winter.
It's the right time for wonder.
If you're going to take a plunge into mystery,
Then waking up to snowflakes
Falling outside your window
Is, perhaps, the best way to do it. 
 
Oct 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
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Solitary Winter

Swing sets grind to icy halts, and fluffy layers of snow are trampled as my classmates swarm into chaotic crowds, eager to leave December’s chilled embrace.

Friends leave mid-conversation, teachers stop listening to maintain the mob of 11-year-olds.

Insulted that the snow, blanketed with care, has been destroyed, abandoned Winter begins to straighten the ground once more with frigid attention.

Eyes lost in the glistening seas of snowflakes as they slowly climb down from the heavens above, a body stands by the howling wind.

There is a comfort found in frost. A solace found in the cold.

Lone Winter and I find friendship. We do not leave each other mid-conversation, we do not stop listening. Because in the presence of each other we are not alone.

One electric blue jacket stays within this gelid plain of white.
 
Oct 16
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Snow Plow

Digging holes in the snow,
These would be our homes.
We are like an old couple,
Bickering back and forth on who has made the best one.

The cold had made it to our fingertips,
Our red cheeks glowed brighter as the bright flashing light moved closer to us.
A loud roar creeps towards us by the second.
A rush of adrenaline soars through us as we run away.
We are stumbling,
as the snow grabs onto our feet after each step we take.
We feel the strike of cold shoot through our bodies as we go head first into the snow.

Wiping the bitter blizzard away from our faces,
We watch at the last instant,
as our whole afternoon is diminished.

We watch the light fade away,
With sour faces.
As if nothing had happened,
Our whole afternoon had been abolished.

 
Oct 16

Joyous Winter


White flakes
         Drifted down to the cold ground
                 Covering the dead grass with a fresh sheet of foam
                               Laughter filled the air
                  As small children ran out the door
           All bundled up in their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves
Their boots left little footprints in the fresh snow as they ran

Their joyous laughter         cut threw the muffled cold air
As they caught crisp snowflakes on their tongues

Screams of enjoyment echoed from their mouths
            As they were called back in
                    With rosy pink cheeks and red noses
             Their shivering bodies ran back through the door

For a warm cup of cocoa
The sign

That winter has come
Oh joyous winter  

 
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Biathlon


Biathlon

Benjamin Edwards




Skis fly

Target seen

Jump into prone

Steady to fire  
Skis fly

Target has a hole

Jump up

And off I go
Skis fly

Shot again

Get back up

Dash off
Skis fly

I’m a blur

Faster faster
My tired eyes cross the line
 
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Ice Fishing


Ice Fishing

By Ayden Clark



With a jacket like a heater

And a helmet on my head

I turn

through the

Woods

crunch crunch crunch

As the wheels break sticks

and I cautiously drive out

onto the lake

Swish Sposh

says slush on the water

Then I park

put my green and black

rod in the holder

And wait

And wait

And wait

Until the drag starts to

Ring Ring Ring

Like a bell

from the fish

pulling

The line

I reel

And reel

And reel

And the dark brown with gold

fish

Flops out of the hole

lands

on

the ice

Splash splash

Flop Flop

Success!

Dinner…

<")))><

 
Oct 09
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
adowning's picture

Black Ice


Black ice

By Regis Houlier





Black ice, the villain of

Winter  

Always incognito

Hiding, Waiting for me. Wanting me

To slip into its trap

Creeping up right under me  

And right when I get near it

When I least expect it

It springs to attack

Shooting me

Across its villainess body

SCARING ME

And slamming  

Me to the ground like

A nail

 Laughing at me

With its cold heart

As I limp away

In pain


  
 
Oct 09
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Winter and Summer


Winter & Summer

By Lauren Angus
Love catching snowflakes on my glove

Summer’s popsicle  

Both melting as soon as you get them
Love building a snowman

Summer’s sand castle

They don't last long
Love having snowball fights

Summer’s water balloons

You get wet either way  
Love finding icicles

Summer’s flowers

They come every year
Love having snow days

Summer’s vacation

Always outside  
Summer

Winter

They are almost the same

Just different
 
Oct 06
kat_writer's picture

winter

Winter, such a bleak time
but in some way magical.
With all of winter's great, fluffy snow
it's a shame that it's dark
when I get home from school.

What is better 
than after a great day with the skis,
than coming home
to hot food and TV?

Winter, when my hands dry up
and my house works to stay warm.
I roll in the snow like a child and wonder
without the snow, what would life be?

This season is such a meaningful time
for all people like me.
And while it is below zero out there,
I appreciate me,
and this massive warm box I call home.

Winter, when we all curl up
like tiny little kittens.
Some people wish to find warmth down south,
While others must stay in this white heaven.

I go outside and watch my breath
float away in the wind,
I cannot believe this will end,
But also want spring to begin
Nov 14

Unrequited

I am selfish to love you.
Not because wanting you to be happy
is a bad thing
(in fact I want nothing more
than for you to smile),
but because I want your best moments
to be at my side
and with my being
in your memories.

I love you selfishly and hungrily
and I want nothing more
than to hold your hand
and to venture the world together.
I know you think the same,
but you don't look at me
as someone to love
and to hold
when the world turns in for the night,
rather,
I am just a friend
to lean on
and to cry with.

I'll take what I can get,
and that is fine.
I just wish
you'd look at me
like you look at him.
 
Nov 14

A Pen's Rebellion

I regret writing about you.
I regret immortalizing this facade.
I regret convincing people that this
picturesque description
and intxociating smile
and "good-intentioned kindness"
was ever truly behind your dark eyes.

I'm not quite sure you did care,
and that would be fine
if not for how you deceived me
and used me for my mind,
and kept taking until I had no purpose
only to leave me,
drained
and ready for the grave.

I'm not your disposable pen
that you carry at your hip like a gun
that you use until the ink runs out.
I'm not an object.
I am first and foremost,
a person,
and it would do you well to remember that.

I wish you were here to read this
and to wonder if this is about you,
because it is.
I wrote it in my chldish rage,
but this burning beneath my ribs
is too intense to ignore,
and it seems the only thing
Nov 14

Four Sets of Wings

“Yes, I will say hi to Mom for you, don’t worry,”
I tell my sister, squeezing her hand in assurance.
The nurse smiles sadly from the doorway.
“Don’t forget to tell her I miss her a lot, okay? It isn’t the same without her.”
A raspy breath rattles my dry lungs.
“What...what isn’t the same?” I cough.
She scrunches her face in thought.
“Everything, Sissy. She isn’t here to kiss me goodnight, to give Lucky a bath, to---”
A searing, burning pain slices through my stomach. The world tilts a little bit.
“Sissy! Are you okay? You’re okay, you’re okay…” she tries to convince me.
Slowly, the pain trickles away. I open my eyes to her small, rotund face above mine.
The corners of my mouth tug up weakly for her sake.
“You can give Lucky his baths now.” A pause to catch my breath. “You’re a big girl.”
She takes my sweaty palm in her own again. “I’m not a big girl, not like you. I wish… I wish I was like you.”

The Winter trail

Every year when winter comes we gather all our gear
Our boots, and skiis, hats, and gloves will keeps us 
out there long. 
I could stay forever with the snow covered evergreens
and skiing down steep hills
the dares and promises we make to do them 
really gives me the chills
when we head out to the trails in the woods
we ski out to an area, the hills so big and long, 
I couldn't wait to do them, and see who really falls.
The trees are and hills are beautiful here, with the sun
seeping through them like the rainbow in the storm.
 We almost stay here forever, 
with our frozen toes and fingers
but we know to do it tommorrow 
and cross our fingers it snows

 
Nov 14
zazu's picture

leaving

Words cut back and forth between them.
As sharp as a whip.
Like sparks dancing over a fire,
or like lightning imprisoned inside of a cloud.
Like shattering glass,
into silence...
The words stop coming.
"Is that really what you think!?"
No one can answer.
"Well, if it is then I'm leaving!"
Leaving where?
Leaving can be forever.
Just...
gone.
that doesn't stop people from feeling angry.
It makes whoever left,
feel alone.
Nov 14
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Shards of Glass

They fell apart piece by piece
Hitting the ground and snapping in half again.
The sharp edges will cut through anyone’s flesh
Leaving the blood to run free.
Looking into the shards, I see my reflection and see
Someone I don’t recognize,
Same hair, same face,
But I know it’s not me.
The glass keeps on falling
Leaving it up to myself to dodge them.
The tears roll down my face and
Lands onto the glass then turns it into liquid.
Falling to my knees I beg for it to stop,
The only answer I get is one shard of glass,
Peering in to it I see not my reflection,
Instead I see the portal into reality.
Turning back I now see that there was no glass,
Only the illusions that my mind makes.

 
Nov 14

The Abandoned School

Pavement chalk
Melted by rain
Many colors mixed together on the faded concrete.

Grass 
Brown and limp
Dried by the sun
Long and uncut.

A faded brick building
Moss and ivy all around.
Roof sagging into itself.

A single swing
Rusty with age.
Blue plastic bright against the gray sky.

A woman
Black sunglasses covering her eyes
Hair pulled up in a tight bun.
Her daughter sucking a lollipop 
Holding mother’s hand.

 “Mommy!” 
The little girl whines.
 “Why are we here?”

 “This was my school.”
The woman says stiffly
Gazing around at the tomb of her childhood

 “Huh. This doesn’t look like a fun school.”

 “Oh, it was.”

 “Can we go now?”

 “Yes.”

And in the last light of the dying sun
They turned and walked back to their car.
The woman’s sunglasses hiding her tears.
Nov 14

Hide Away

*This is a rough draft, I would appreciate any feedback.*

Run astray little girl and hide away
Your heart- for devils dwell in shade and light
looking with thirst and thorns to play.  

Run astray little girl and hide away
From here- hide far away from here: where nights
Are could and fierce, and never rises day.

Run astray little girl and hide away.
So frail and fraught with faith, I see you fight
As you lose hope; the price Innocence pays.

Run astray little girl and hide away.
Soon dreams, marked with failures, give rise to spite,
Which pray upon your youth and joy filled days.

Run astray little girl and hide away,
Lock away, chain away- your love. Hold tight
Away those who seek, for they reap but pain.

Run astray little girl and hide away
Where the hopeful rule and kindness is might,
Take me by the hand and we’ll run- away.

 
Nov 14

Fear

Thump
Thump
Thump
The sound of heavy footsteps on the creaky stairs.
Coming closer by the second
Never stopping their endless march.

Or maybe that’s just my heart.

Smoke drifts in from a crack in my door 
From an unlit cigarette.
A deep wooden smell fills the air.

Or maybe that’s just the remains of a cozy fire

A deep voice humming softly to itself.
Singing melodies that caused shivers to run up my spine.

Or maybe that’s just the wind.

CRACK!!!

I dive under my blanket.
Shivering with fright.
Light fills my room
Cold light like the light in a demon’s eyes.
The demon who is approaching.

Or maybe that’s just lightning.

My door creaks open
The smoke filters through as thickly as ever.
The melody gets louder
An incessant noise droning on and on.
The light grows brighter
Colder
Harder
Nov 14
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guit

 
gulit
Itś like a stone 

embedded in your chest 
your trying to get rid of it
ripping and tearing at is 
but it just sits there 
in your chest