Dec 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Unusual

Splintered

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

captured

I cry
I curl up
and time stops
until I'm trapped... 
totally
captured 
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 
Down,
down, 
down, 
together.

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;
kneeling,
you burnt the Bible inked in your own hand
consumed,
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

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
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
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  
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
Oct 23

Regret

I'm at the bottom of the lake now, 
I'm trapped. 
Please,
help me.
Help me before I drown under the pressure.

I can't throw your football,
I can't juggle that soccer ball.
I can't play a high note on the clarinet. 
But I can create,
let me recreate my choices.

Get me out of this lake of regret,
I don't want to focus on the past
but why did I jump in?

I'm done swimming,
please let me stop struggling.
Let me sketch in the mud. 

Let me braid your hair,
and finger paint on your cheek.

Can I call you under this water?
Or does the connection not reach under underneath the murky surface.

I can't see it.
I can't hear it. 
Oh, let me taste pride.
Please.

Let me out.
Let me out of the lake of regret. 

 
Oct 23

Vote

Please vote. 
A small scratch of the pen
Decides the fate of the country.

Send your ballot in
Go in person
Find a way to make your voice heard. 

We don't get to 
So do it for us
Our future depends on 
You.

One vote is all you get
Don't loose your chance.

There is only ever going to be
ONE 2020 election.
Make it count. 
 
Oct 23
poem 0 comments challenge: Seasonal
livhastingss's picture

Sweater Weather


The hot days of summer have ended.

The leaves have changed their colors,

The air is cooler,

And the animals have gone away in preparation for winter. 

The reds and golds of autumn have come,

And I never want them to go away.
The pumpkin patches are full to the brim.

Everyone is excited for that one night of the year.

The costumes, the candy, the weather!

Everyone is excited to spend this holiday together. 
As much as I love this great sweater weather,

All good things must come to an end. 

Jack Frost will soon come,

To remind us of that one snowy season,

That winter may be just around the corner.
Although fall will soon come to an end, 

We can still reminisce with our friends. 

Maybe over a turkey dinner, 

With all our loved ones to enjoy. 

Oh fall how good you’ve been.

what lurks in the dark behind you

What lurks in the dark beyond you.
Are you afraid of the dark…...Well you should be, you never know what could happen or what's out there lurking in the shadows coming for you. Their could be an axe murder coming to play wack-a-mole or just a harmless spirit coming to conjure your body and take it for their own being. I'm not afraid of the dark because I know what could be out there, a creaching crow, a 3 legged cat. I dont some people are scared of 3 legged cats, there could be a doctor waiting to give you your flu shot or time for you to go play hide-n-seek with freddy. “1….2….I’m coming for you, 3….4…..better lock your door, 5….6….better grab your shit,7….8….never gonna stay up late, 9….10…. NEVER GONNA SLEEP AGAIN!!!!!!” HAHAHAHA.

 
Oct 22

A Planet in a Household Object

I bounce the ball
   p   and d
u                o
                    w
                       n

on my hard wood floor
and notice the grooves and designs within it
that look like little hurricanes
dancing across a purple sea
and there are continents
that are blue and red and green
I picture a planet
In this small bouncy ball
that I got at my friend's birthday party
that I'm b   u     c   n       on the floor.
               o    n    i     g


I know that time is relative
So what if
e v  e   r     y     time I bounced the ball and it fell,
things went bad in the planet until it got so bad
that it had to be reborn
and spring back up again?

What an odd thought to have, bouncing a ball
Right before dinner.


I must say, I feel bad
For the people on the planet.

 
Oct 22

On Breaking Up

Sort of funny, for them to call it a breakup.
They make it sound like we were ice and the sea heaved below us so we shattered,
Which, actually, isn't far from the truth, but
I didn't know what kind of sea was below you—
Mine, which was rather open and only had my ice on it,
Felt different from yours
When the ice on the seas of ours
Met up for a brief minute
And then tore itself in half.
I mean, I didn't want to break up, but
I understand that you did, and that's OK,
But I mean, it seemed
That the sea below your ice was of a different kind.
Was it saltier? Or poisoned? Or had it been stuffed in a closet
(The entire ocean, can you imagine!) that had suddenly felt too small?

 
Oct 22

On Breaking Up

Sort of funny, for them to call it a breakup.
They make it sound like we were ice and the sea heaved below us so we shattered,
Which, actually, isn't far from the truth, but
I didn't know what kind of sea was below you—
Mine, which was rather open and only had my ice on it,
Felt different from yours
When the ice on the seas of ours
Met up for a brief minute
And then tore itself in half.
I mean, I didn't want to break up, but
I understand that you did, and that's OK,
But I mean, it seemed
That the sea below your ice was of a different kind.
Was it saltier? Or poisoned? Or had it been stuffed in a closet
(The entire ocean, can you imagine!) that had suddenly felt too small?

 
Oct 22
Hodgey_36's picture

Gasping For Clean Air

It's like they don't hear the call for help. 
The crying and weeping,
The pain that's forever seeping. 
All the people with loved ones lost,
The price to pay that comes at way too high a cost.
The scared kids that aren't aloud to have an opinion,
The ones that do but never learned how to listen.
The heat and fires that are spreading.
The Corona Virus that's infecting.
The people that are being told to stay in their yards.
The teachers that are trying so hard.
The protest that must be pushed, 
Attempting to change things while being hushed.
The parents that don't know what to do,
But act so strong for their little ones too.
The things we thought would forever be,
All but a distant memory. 
To many prolems that are growing,
But seem to always continue flowing. 
All the deaths going up by the day,
But never being stopped anyway.