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Oct 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
Ordinary Owen's picture

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 19
lana.W's picture

Mean Makes you Ugly

There's plenty of creatures in Ireland.
But none of them are like me.
Your attitude can getcha damned
But you can't be blamed for being ugly.

I've tried reversing my stepmum's curse.
Everyday, it's just no use.
There's only me that I can blame,
I've no other excuse.

Back when I was a wee young thing,
my stepmum came and said,
"Don't be mean, it makes you ugly."
And I was until the end.

The older I got, the more I was mean.
And I got uglier as I got meaner.
​In addition to this, it also destroyed 
my self esteem and demeanor. 

Young children would scream,
as I walked through the park.
Stray cats would look up and yowl,
and dogs in the streets could never control
their viscious and hateful howl.

Such a creature like me
deserves just what he got.
He's bereft of a friend.
He's bereft of a lot.

So listen to your parents.
Oct 18
Graceful's picture

I Saw You Yesterday

I thought I saw you yesterday.
Maybe I didn't,
It was kind of fuzzy
Like a dream, or a long lost memory.
We were on either side of the road,
I could see you clearly.
Every feature
Every piece of clothing you wore,
The cold autumn air made you hug your coat closer.
The slight wind made your hair fly around  
Just the tiniest of bits.
The fog from your breath was like the clouds in the sky.
You had a cup of coffee in hand
And I could almost smell it from here,
Or maybe it is my own coffee
I am not really sure.
I tried to wave, but you did not notice.
Then a truck came by
and took you away.
And that's where it ended.
Though I could have sworn I saw you yesterday
Standing next to the curb with a cup of coffee.
We were so close only a street away
But I felt like I was on another earth,
Another universe.
There is no telling when I will see you again
Oct 18
joseph.deffner's picture

A Quiet Winter Day

The snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I trudge up the hill. Small delicate snowflakes land on my fuzzy hat. I tilt my head back to catch them in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, a male cardinal dashes from tree to tree, his red feathers bright against the white snow. When I get to the top of the hill, I pause to look around at the snow covered trees, and listen to how peaceful it is. Dropping my sled on the wet snow, I climb on and slide down the hill, going down easily on top of the smooth and icy snow. The cool wind blowing in my face, smiling to myself. Winter makes me feel serene and content.
Oct 18
K.grant's picture


Winter time
Oh dear the winter time
The cold, dry air of the winter time
Yes there's nothing like the winter time
The time when you step out the door and feel the cold hit you like a bulldozer
When you stand outside for four minutes and your toes tingle and go numb
The only time of year you actually want to go to bed at 5:30 when outside your window fades into darkness
Winter is the time you curl up with 5 blankets on your bed so the coldness doesn't sting your nose that peeps up over the blanket
When you don't want to go outside just to get in your car and go somewhere because you shiver the whole time your car warms up
Shivering and shaking the whole time you are outside no matter how long or how many layers of warm clothes you have on
Winter is pretty when the snow covers the ground and you look out your window while the warmth of your fireplace hits your skin
Oct 18
Alexander.Haag's picture


A single,
barren spec...
falls from the sky,
twirling around,
a leaf in a
gust of wind,
nearly invisible,
but certainly there.

It glides with
the wings of an angel,
dancing passionately
with the wonderful,
crisp breeze.

As the night air
gently like
a teething puppy,
the single, unique
descends leisurely,
on a soft cushion
of air.

The flake silently
hits the ground,
like a cat landing,
on padded paws.

For the rest of the
the impact
is incredibly miniscule,
Akin to the force produced
by a landing fly.
But for the flake,
it has the strength
of a ground-shaking quake.

The Earth suddenly
takes notice of
this wondrous speck
on its back,
Oct 18
KACourtois's picture


By Kyle A. Courtois

I dash through the biting air

Sailing along the icy waves

Leaping and darting from side to side on my way down

I held tightly on the reins of this bull

Then it began to buck

The luck I rely on during these expeditions

Soon ran out

I flew sprawling and twisting

A stray leaf on the wind

Sailing through the air like the moguls sprinting under me

I come in contact with the trees

The branches like open arms waiting to catch me

My head and spine being the first to greet the bark

The impact soft on my helmet and jacket

I fall into a sleep before I hit the ground

Shouts and cries flood into my ears

Rattling my skull

I move out from under my blanket of snow

My eyes fluttering open like harshly pulled drapes
Oct 18
khbeaudry's picture


The gleam of the twinkling lights against the fresh, blinding snow

Reflect against my glasses

Illuminating the endless rows of fir trees

I fall into the frigid, crunchy snow

Allowing myself to become numb

And melt into the myriad flakes

My eyes focus on the cold beads

Dwindling from the black sky

My body becoming one with the crystalline fluff



Oct 18
searsn's picture

Warm Colored leaves

When the warm colored leaves

Fall from the withering trees

When the forecast predicts chilly weather

I know to put on a sweater

Fall brings a transition

A change I sometimes don’t like

Although it excites me to think that a new year will soon start

It saddens me to think that the days will get shorter

The earth starts to die and rot

I know the warm summer days are over when:

The apples decide to drop

The liveliness will then stop

When the birds go north and soar

And the hot chocolate starts to pour

Oct 18
Kgcallan's picture


                    Whatever I could manage to climb
          I would.
Without hesitation
                                                                            I would jump.
The higher the better
The taller the thing
The more adrenaline I got
I looked over my shoulder
Higher and higher with each step

Once climbed up
There was no going back
What with my cousins watching?
No way!

It started when I was young
Who would jump from the playhouse slide?
Me of course but when others matched me it became
Who can jump from the playhouse roof?
(Still me)

                              One day Jacob and I
                    Felt an extra form of courage
          And climbed the silo ladder
Onto the barn roof
                                                                           And jumped.
Of course visibly the
White snow powdered earth