Dec 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Unusual


Sitting right there,
On that picnic bench,
I see,
Two girls
With different faces,
And the same stories
One cried and one smiled,
One got used to it, and one gave up,
The first one was overtaken by anger,
And the second one buried it down with a smile,
And now they meet,
Introduced by a mutual person,
Sitting on a picnic bench,
They stare at each other and hesitate,
The sun and the moon,
Both bright and forever fighting,
They look down at the splintered wood of the picnic bench,
They are hurt, but fight,
They love themselves, but they are lost,
Two lost souls,
Splintered and bruised.
Oct 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Sprout


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 20
Kittykatruff's picture

Winter Magic

There’s something so magical
about a New England winter.
I don’t know if it’s the way the snow falls,
one night in November,
all at once:
a softy, downy blanket over the rolling hills 
and woods,
Or how
the lakes freeze over 
And are soon covered in the tracks 
of ice-skates,
Or how 
one of those wintry nights, everyone
Is safe and warm in their own houses, yet
watching the same snow fall 

Or perhaps it’s how 
When I step outside one day,
A thousand falling snowflakes
Surround me,
the wind blowing them 
this way and that,
Swirling and spiraling over the landscape
In its glittering winter glory.

At night, the moon softly illuminates
their dance,
and snowflakes streak solid white
against the dark trees
Past the car windows.
I’d always pretend I was in Star Wars
Mar 12

A Modern Master of Denial

You made Science your God,
idolized in golden buildings
and gilded books.
You were called upon to serve;
you burnt the Bible inked in your own hand
in the blinding flames of fear.

You made Science your servant,
you rode upon its strong shoulders,
gorged on its produce,
enslaved it to your all-consuming want and need.
When this chosen Herald brought a message
of distaste,
you dismissed it with a wave of your unhardened hand.

You made Science your Guardian,
swaddled in its calculated folds,
your life was insured by the majesty of medicine.
It monitors your very breath and heartbeat,
yet when when the warning is displayed,
your well-washed ears become deaf to 
even the shrillest siren.

You made Science your companion,
placing your hopes in its ever-growing grasp;
Confided dreams stacked like friendship bracelets
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 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

Ice Fishing

Ice Fishing

By Ayden Clark

With a jacket like a heater

And a helmet on my head

I turn

through the


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


The line

I reel

And reel

And reel

And the dark brown with gold


Flops out of the hole



the ice

Splash splash

Flop Flop




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
Feb 20

Bullet Rebellion

One day bullets will resign from guns,
rise up and say no to being spit out and
breaking and entering a body,
we're done with being used.

One day bombs will cut their lines
and blow out their fires, saying
we will not sacrifice ourselves to murder.
We will no longer slave against our own chains.

There will be a day when guns are brought to jail
and bullets to therapy, than sent home again
with a newfound knowledge of love.
When bombs decide they'd rather be
lawn decoration than artillery.
When spears accept their identity crisis
and pursue being arches married couples walk under.
When arrows are broken and made into a fire
where everyone is welcome to toast their cold toes
and cook their shared dinner.

There will be a day when soldiers lay down
their guns with retired bullets, their bombs with cut lines
and spears with romantic notions,
Feb 20

Rap #1

So I wrote a rap, unfortunately I cannot access the audio for a live reading but I can post the lyrics, (just read it really fast hahaha)
I hope you enjoy :) p.s. I think I'm also going to make it longer

We are the millions,
from mouths
words for civilians,
pollution, dilution,
all 'round confusion.

They say listen to authority
it'll make y'all smarter,
but how can we hear
with our homes underwater?

Now them in the Whitehouse
they just don't understand,
they just don't get how to treat the land.
We are choking on ash,
knee deep in your trash,
our minds being poisoned by your dirty cash.

They go 'round prancing,
proud of their financing.
Saying call us majesty now call us sire,
but we're drowning in flames,
our world is on fire!

Feb 20

Knock On Wood

Knock on wood.
Do not shatter mirrors,
broken glass looks like
pieces of water,
scattered on the floor
of your sold home.

No, you did not sell your house...
why did you ask?

Push away the guilt tugging
at the corners of your eyes.
Crinkling smiles like rent due notices
into the

If you owned any mirrors,
you would rather look like
pieces of water
than your reflection.

Feb 20

almond cake

maybe i’ll bake again one day.
fold egg whites like blue sheets in july,

summer water on my lips and down the drain as if weren’t an issue anymore.
the rice will always turn to pudding and i’ll never be as old as wine
Feb 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Reach
Xain_DeMont6502's picture

Exceed Expectations

If only I could reach a little farther. 
My fingertips barely touched
barely brushed
Against it’s cold hard surface
It teased me
Knowing without it’s aid 
I would fail

Everyone's eyes seemed to follow 
my every move 
Watching to see if I will

Most of them expect me to fail
I don’t blame them

Why have faith in the guy that 
Makes mushy soupy Mac & Cheese
Why have faith in the guy that
Can’t even outrun his 
five year old brother
In a race
Why have faith in a guy
Whose only achievement is 
A C+ on an algebra test
a*2 + b*2 = c*2

It’s not me who you should be rooting for. 

You should be rooting for Mr. Tall, Strong, and Handsome 
He can reach those bars with ease and scale them like a monkey
He can run those laps with long and strong strides
And leave everyone in his dust
Feb 20

What a meal

Yesterday I ate Tuesday
stuffing it down my throat
The hours bit my lips
and striped my gums
with papercuts
I had stomached such food before
but not in such amount
as the heap before me
I had starved Monday
carving a deep pit in my gut
but no fasting could prepare me
for such a meal
I tried a glass of time
to unclog my throat
but in the time 
I found my self
at the crawling minutes I had to stare
into the eyes of the whale before me
I tried to squeeze my breathing
between my swallows
but when my mouth gaped
I found more crumpled wads
leaning against my tonsils
my brain did most of the chewing
throbbing with force
crying like a lion
my fingers formed cramped claws
around the wood in my hand
driving across my plate
were these scribbles words
or the pattern my heart made
as it battered around my ribcage

Feb 20


Every day I fall upward into a sky of bleach. The clouds do nothing to slow my inertia; even their sweat is wicked away by the speed of my velocity. My eyes remain open against the wind, albeit unwillingly - I took a vegetable peeler to them long ago to make sure I wouldn't miss a thing. Nonetheless I can never seem to fix them now upon the promised omnipotences of those out here in the deep, sucking me through their soular systems like vacuumed fire.

(Is evaporation at play in this potent luminescence? Was Houdini our savior all along?)

At parties I stick my face in buckets of dry ice to dim the floodlights and encourage the blurred effect of condensation on my glasses, even as Pluto passes gas in my direction. I am snowblind, no shades in sight. The glow of planetary serotonin ripples over my derma, beckoning with quick solipsistic kip-ups for riskless reward, but the appeal is fading.
Feb 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Reach
KACourtois's picture

Jagged Ridge

By Kyle A. Courtois

If only I could reach a little farther
The next stone
Yet, I couldn’t grasp
The branch I clung to
A heavenly godsend 
Jutting out the jagged jarring cliffside
Was the anchor holding me in place
Against the waving watery wind
That seemed to want nothing more
Than to unite my body
With the cold stone
Lightyears below

The ridge of the cliff side was
Mere feet above me

The next stone
I needed to reach for
It would be the doorway
To the paradise of solid ground
I reached again
And came just short
The tree branch creaked

I had thought it was a nice day for a hike
Looks are deceiving however
I had entered the trail with vigor
Moving off trail
When suddenly
The mud 
Caused my foot to slip 
My body to tumble