Apr 28
poem challenge: Love Poem
bronwyn.allabastro's picture

The gum tree

Under the gum tree 
We laugh and play
Wasting away hot summer days

Under the gum tree
We sit apart
Saying everything but what's in our hearts

Under the gum tree
We eat at dusk
Nervously laughing, wondering if there'll be an us

Under the gum tree
Staring up at the blue
I turn, smile, say "I love you"

Under the gum tree
I get down on one knee
Pull out a ring and ask "Marry me?"

Under the gum tree
Wearing white and blue
We exchange our vows, I say "I do"

Under the gum tree
We sit old and grey
Holding hands, we greet the day

Under the gum tree
She lays wasting away
I hold her hand, wishing she'd stay

Under the gum tree
I too leave this place
I close my eyes with a smile on my face

Above the gum tree
We join hands once again
Together and ready for the journey ahead
Jan 20
poem challenge: Lifeline
Amica's picture

Long Live the Queen

1st Place, Golden Birch Award

We steal Her land, exploit Her wealth
And claim it as our own.
We build cities, we sever trees,
Destroying our own home.

We do nothing to rebuild
The ruin we create.
We do nothing but watch
As She cries, She burns, and breaks.

We lie to faces, wipe out races,
Deny these lies and genocide.
The truth cannot be silenced.
We divide, we war, we side. 

Ourselves will be the death of us,
Burned in a fire we made.
There will not be a second Ark.
This time we can’t be saved.

Not one creature will mourn us
Not one tree, ant, or swan.
They’ll find freedom and happiness
In a world with humans gone.

We thought we were the kings
But oh, we were such fools.
It was never our kingdom.
The Queen of Nature rules.

Oct 24


I cry
I curl up
and time stops
until I'm trapped... 
I want to stop
I want to smile
and hide
but I can't
I want to keep it in
and leave me to be
but I know 
the truth will hurt me
my feelings are too loud
Oct 19
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 16
ccdussault's picture

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



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

Black Ice

Black ice

By Regis Houlier

Black ice, the villain of


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


And slamming  

Me to the ground like

A nail

 Laughing at me

With its cold heart

As I limp away

In pain

Oct 09
adowning's picture

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  


They are almost the same

Just different
Oct 06
kat_writer's picture


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
May 21


One of my friends said the n-word yesterday. 
Or, at least, I think she did. 

It just flew out of her mouth. 
Like a baby bird, 
or a flyaway hair, 
pulled out of place. 

I sat so still. 
Too frozen, 
for anyone, 
to even notice me. 

Just another stray snowflake 
in a deluge of cold.

I wished her a happy Asian Pacific Islander Desi American Heritage Month, 
becuase maybe she didn’t say it. 

But maybe she did. 

May 20

The Clock of Childhood

When you were 
younger you would 
beg and scream to stay up 
playing in the light of the moon,
protecting your childhood from
slipping away into the embers. 
I should have listened to my parents when they told me to stop growing. 
Every inch taller I get,
the farther I grow from my childhood. 
I wish the clock paused –
when the expectation of the world 
did not come crashing down – 
the few years
where we did not have to worry about the future, 
not even knowing a different future existed. 
Now we're tossing and turning like how butter is made.
As days go on, 
my eyes feel like they are carrying pounds
of the sweet sensation of sugar,
though this time, the sugar is sour, and the cream that the butter was made from is spoiled. 
My thoughts collide with those I wish came to my mind in the day, 
when the sun was out to whisper to me that I had nothing to worry about. 
May 20
Chickengirl's picture


Floating is 
A perfect fall day
Leading my horse back to the barn
Red and orange leaves in my hair

Sinking is 
Unable to do my homework
I don’t know why
So I can’t explain why to my parents
I just sit
Staring at the screen

Floating is
Heading back stage
To eat Oreos
With my friends
In an abandoned dressing room
A standing ovation still ringing in my ears

Sinking is
Watching my mom
Or my sister
Or scream
Knowing I’m powerless to help

Floating is
Pulling some brownies out of the oven
Warm gooey and good smelling
Serving them to my family
And my neighbors
Eating the biggest one myself
Fresh from the oven

Sinking is
A Sunday night 
Closing my eyes to sleep
Knowing that the next time I open them
It will be Monday
May 20


Where was he,
I was searching as hard as I could
Running around the house and checking outside.
Trying so hard to find him,
He was missing out on all of the food we have been given.
I remeber last seeing him until he was taken outside
Where was he?

It's been so long,
He doesn't seem to be anywhere
He needs his food
They set it out just for him
It's been so long

Why are they crying,
I keep meowing
And rubbing on them
Why are they crying?

I don't see him,
I remember he was here
Now he's gone
I've been calling out for him,
I don't see him...

Because he isn't here anymore.
May 20
Chook's picture

Otter Creek Stables

May 20

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I started writing a diary in middle school, 
an assignment that I saw through. 
Perfect grades were all I wanted, 
it was how my sister and I bonded.
I first wrote of tennis, my fall season thrill, 
of every game we played, of every drill. 
I started playing because of a friend, 
who convinced me to stay until the end.
I first loved tennis for her, now I love it for me, 
and I'm thankful for the introduction to the new world I see.
As I moved up in school my diary did too, 
this time writing about everything I knew.
My science notes, math, english and all, 
all written down in my then messy scrawl.
Then my notebook had to expand, 
replaced with a bigger notebook brand.
Filled with blank pages just waiting for me, 
to fill it with concepts and ideas yet to be.  
Even now I still write from time to time, 
notes written messily outside my notebook lines, 
May 19
emmett's picture

What's Left Behind

in the shape of a person
            falling to the tenderness 
of bruised knees

            tears just
water that you can hold
            and the palms chafed dry
with salt

            to love
is always to forget
            to cherish water
in the rain

teardrops as if they were flowers
            crumpling into 
May 19
Sarah Kodama's picture

Help Me

Many have lost the fight 
Each man and woman, 
And girls and boys,
They’re like toys 

To people who hurt and fight and kill us. 
But we endure with our heads down because we’re still us. 
We’re like sitting ducks in a world full of mountains. 
We climb and fall and die for what? 

Just to slide back down the side, 
To adversity, 
To have to explain our loyalty 
To this country?

And I don’t know what I’m doing. 
I’m out of my mind my thoughts are oozing
Out of my brain, I’m going crazy, 
And everything I feel is hazy.

Like the receptors aren’t there anymore 
And the signals they still seem to ignore 
That fire in my mind 
And the work, still on the grind 
All the work that we do 
It’s tossed away like a watermelon rind 

I’m pacing 
All the bloodshed and tears are effacing 
Just like invisible ink
But when you speak out you sink
May 19

This Thing I Have With Purple

On Halloween, my friends and I dressed up as Donna & the Dynamos (from Mamma Mia!) and I wore this tight purple shirt with wide sleeves that draped around my arms, leaving me swimming in purple 
and when everyone saw me, they saw, ooo, purple is your color! and I was happy at the compliment but somewhat miffed since I don’t normally wear too much purple (maybe never?)
like, I’ll wear all the shades of blue, green, pink, yellow, white, or black, but only two of my shirts are purple (including the Halloween one), and I keep them at the bottom of my drawer where they are rarely seen (everyday the other clothes push them farther back into my drawer)
May 19

observations from the back of the class

that smile isn't real
and isn't it terrible 
when students tell 
their classmates 
such awful things
and they laugh it off
as if they are not
bothered that they 
were just told they
try too hard, or that
they are stupid, or
ugly, or too tall, or
that they really should
just die, and i know 
that she laughs like
its nothing but i used
to be the one she 
would talk to and i 
know it affects her
and i can't tell her
that i'm here for her
and that it has not
only happened to 
her it has happened
to me and i've seen
it happen to every
student in my school
and i don't know who
needs to hear this but 
i just have to say that
it really doesn't matter
if they laugh it off
because they are going
to cry about it later and
it doesn't matter if you
never see it because 
that doesn't mean that
it never happened