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
Mar 04
poem 2 comments challenge: Invasive

If a tree falls in the forest...

I am 237 years old today,
the oldest tree in this forest. I am
a living measurement of time, a history book in
its most natural form. Wizened by decades of observation
witness to catastrophes and wonders you will never know
but there is one tragedy I will tell you. One of every twelve
trees in Vermont are ash trees like me and their wails in the wind warn
of imminent death in the form of an emerald beetle. Their larvae grow under
our bark, feed on our flesh, blocking our transportation of water and
nutrients until our skin becomes brittle and splits, our crowns of
foliage fall and we die of thirst and starvation. These invasive
aliens won't stop until we've all collapsed, returning
 to the earth we once arose from. You may
be thinking "It's just
trees, why should
we care?" Our lives
are more entwined
than you realize.
We take your exhales
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
Jul 19
poem 0 comments challenge: Clash

The open ocean

The waves roll in and out 
Reaching up to the sand and then falling back home
I wade in and dive under
I can taste the saltiness on my lips.
I love the ocean
The feeling of freedom as you swim 
Floating back in with the waves 
It makes me forget the world.
I come up for breath but I can’t
The riptides are strong 
I do not fight it, I wait for an opening then come up
The cool air greets me 
And at that moment I hated the ocean
Yet I still yearned to go back in
How I love something yet hate it so much?
I walk back to shore and stand right where 
The water meets the dry sand, 
Standing right between hate and love.

Jul 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Love

no wind therefore I cannot call you

you are the subtext to my exisyence.
you are the heat in my cheeks.
you are the blue of my eye.
you are the waves to my beach,
the blood to my bone,
the moon to my sky,
the green to my forest,
the light to my dark.

we are stones in a brook,
we are lightning bugs in a field.

you are the rainbow to my storm,
the thoughts to my mind,
the life to my death,
the ying to my yang,
the promise to my lies,
the beat to my heart.
but I cannot tell you this
because you are NOT
the wind to my hurricane,
therefore we will part.

Jul 19

you matter

you may not be old enough to vote,
but your voice should not be contained.
you should not be put down for your age,
you should not be put down for who you are.
you should have the choice and the right
to be heard.
just because you're young
doesn't mean your voice doesn't matter,
that you just aren't enought,
that you should shut up and sit down.
because you shouldn't.
you should have rights
because you are a human being
and no human being is illegal
and all human beings are worthy.
so stand up, speak out and rise up!

your voice matters.

Jul 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Activism

I Believe

I believe
that it is wrong
that some people
are treated as
lower then others.
I believe
that it is wrong
that some people
are not welcome
in our home.
I believe
that it is wrong
that children are taken
away from their parents.
I believe
that it is wrong
that we are
trashing our planet
we were given
so graciously.
I believe
that it is wrong
that people choose
not to to care.
I believe
we all just need to
care more and
give love more frequently.
I am a believer
and this is what I believe.
I believe everyone has some good in them
sometimes it's just hard to see.

Jul 19

God is a woman

I'm the kind of girl who won't give up.
the kind of girl who trys everything they can
and loves with their whole heart.
I'm that girl you see in town who
walks to the beat of music even when
there is to hear is cars and peoples voices.
I'm that kind of girl who doesn't care about
make-up and fashion and looking pretty.
I'm the kind of girl who questions everything
and listens to the voice inside her.
I'm that kind of girl who wears muck boots
and gets dirty year round.
I'm that kind of girl who swims in
the river on hot summer days.
I'm the kind of girl who loves to
listen to thunder storms in the spring.
I'm the kind of girl who fails at baking.
I'm the kind of girl who writes.
I'm the kind of girl who has a poet's heart.
I am a poet.
I am a woman.
I am worthy.

Jul 19
poem 0 comments challenge: Prez

Mr President

Mr President.

I believe everyone has some good in them,
but everybody has a dark side too,
we just need to stop listening to that bad side
and instead start caring more.
we need to know when one
mistake becomes hundreds.
where do we draw the line?
when is too much too much?
I believe that if you had empathy for
other human beings and cared less
about money you could be a better person.
we all could!
just try and have empathy for
all the dreams you are destrying
by making these choices.
please, please, please
don't do thse things,
you are ripping families apart,
you are ruining our planet,
you are making our lives inpossible.
pleae, please, please
if you care at all,
try to love,
you do not have to be perfect,
just do your best to be gooid.

Jul 19
poem 0 comments challenge: America?

who you love

how can I love America?
I have to say it's very hard right now.
love is not the emotion
I feel when I think of America.
I feel guilt.
I feel guilty because
I don't think I'm doing enough,
doing enough for people who need help.
but America isn't doing enough either,
America needs to care more and cash less,
America needs to listen more and litter less,
America needs to give more and gas less,
America needs to hug more and hate less,
America needs to plant more and pollute less,
America needs to bless more and boss less,
America needs to let people live their lives
without the fear of being taken away from their loved ones.
America needs to love more and lie less.
more love less lies.

you love whoever or whatever you want to love
just don't be ashamed of it

Jul 18
poem 0 comments challenge: Hungry


This mask I wear
Firmly in place
Slips side to side 
On the plane of my face
Sometimes a brilliant brown eye
Peeks through
A worn ratty string
The only clue
That maybe I'm human
Behind this guise
I might be scared
But at least I'm alive
The earth looks strange 
Like it's inside-out
It sounds like a whisper
When I try to shout
Someday I hope
This mask will set me free
When I know
The right words for me.
Jul 18
poem 0 comments challenge: Ties

Spontaneous Tradition

My family doesn't have many traditions.
That's a tradition in itself.
We are all very busy.
So that makes us spontaneous.
If my parents find out they have a day off, 
then we will find something for all of us to do.
Sometimes we feel like life has just kept us working.
So we plan a weekend road trip.
Even when one of us is joking around,
Another says "lets do it."
I love this part of us.
It's nice to take breaks from the chaos of life
and just spend time with family.
We do have some traditions, mostly around holidays.
But I like our spontaneity more. 
Jul 17
poem 3 comments challenge: General

Summer Girl

Summer girl
Flip flops
Tank tops
loose hair
Don't care
How much time she has left in the world of 
Starting to turn into 
Summer girl
Early runs
Nothing but fun
Soak up the sun
Starting to turn into
Summer girl.