Oct 24

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 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

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

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
Dec 07
poem challenge: Holidays

Our Brass Menorah

Hundreds of fingers have tried to clean our brass menorah
Old wizened ones, covered in burns from oven racks and cuts from vegetable peelers
Smelling like my grandmothers' perfume 
Young and strong, unscarred except for the bruises and bumps of a fourth-grade summer
Our brass menorah has been cleaned by old men who swore they knew what they were doing, apprehensive sisters-in-law, uncles with video tutorials and daughters with friends tricks
It has known salt and lemon, vinegar, baking soda, a 1950s garage freezer, a dollar store lighter, my cousin's penknife, and a thousand perpetually anxious fingernails
I have seen cuts from the base of that menorah, blisters from it's hot metal, suctioned kisses from it's still-smoky cups
It has never shone, I think
Our brass menorah was made worn
Made twisted like we are, 4 generations of scoliosis and spondylolisthesis and sciatica still strong, many more to come
Dec 07
poem challenge: Red

Period in the produce aisle

My period likes to make an appearance at Shaws on the third Saturday of each month
I know the dents of the stainless steel door in stall 1 like how the shadows know the moon
She likes to jump in while I'm waiting for a donut, filling a prescription, testing for ripe fruit
As I knock on the watermelon rind or prod the mango or pick the stem off the avocado
She will let me know I'm overripe with a knock and a squeeze and a fever-flush
My period likes to be the first debutante to present herself at the winter ball
Fall colors in a sea of cold blues and waxing silvers
She likes to gracefully, daintily dip down the stairs, practically unnoticed until I'm the next one to go in the checkout line
Then tango
Rumba, Foxtrot, bunnyhop, twist across the dance floor, fling herself into the arms of unexpecting suitors
Practice dirty dancing without telling them about the lift
Dec 07
poem challenge: Hope
abagail.carson15's picture

Breathe

What do I hope for?

A pause. 

A day where everything just stops.

Nothing due

Nothing to do.

Just a break.

A day where I can take a deep breath.

Where I can sleep and be as lazy as I want without leaving a pile of work for the next day. 

A day where I don’t care, and I don’t have to care. 

Sit down and empty my mind completely. 

Not a single thought coursing through my head in a tangled mess at a million miles a minute. 

There’s always something to do,

Too much to do.

If you didn’t get it done today, more work for tomorrow.

Task after task piles on. 

Onto my shoulders.

Onto my chest. 

And everything gives way.  

Carrying around a heavy weight constantly. 

It’s suffocating.

All I hope for is a day to breathe.

A pause.

 
Dec 07
24GutauskasJ's picture

A Flash of Cheer [Remake of A Flash of Rage]

Whose dog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his dog a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The dog is loving, loyal and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
 
Dec 07
24GutauskasJ's picture

Poems of Every Type [Part 1]

Pen Name: Collin Tyler

Free Verse
I cannot help but stop and look at the pure intimacy.
Are you upset by how uncontaminated it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the intimacy so sheer?

I saw the the hopeless upset of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the voicelessness.
Never forget the bleak and lost voicelessness.

I saw the the yellow temporary state of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the sleeplessness.
Now unhealthy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sleeplessness is chromatic.

I saw the the big meaninglessness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the purposelessness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the purposelessness,
Gently it goes - the intense, the macro, the deep.

Pay attention to the aloneness,
the aloneness is the most heartbreaking disposition of all.
Dec 07
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My school Haiku


I come to school every day 
Sit for hours working away
but no reason to stay 

 
Dec 06

Finals Week


The time that only comes twice a year, 
I wish it didn’t have to happen at all. 
The most stressful week of the semester is upon us 
now my teachers insist I stare at textbooks, 
look at my chicken scratch notes, 
and try my best to comprehend 
what was taught three months ago. 
It seems impossible, it might as well be 
for someone with as short an attention span as me.
This is a special kind of torture and 
my only goal is to pass but there is so much pressure, 
I swear all I want to do is sleep, but that won’t be possible 
until final week ends 
the time that only comes twice a year, 
I wish it didn’t have to happen at all.
Dec 06

Tomorrow I'd like to live alone

i’d like to live alone some days-
picture window 
red mug
snow;
someone’s visiting tomorrow,
tomorrow i will live alone again
wait for the next tomorrow 
(i want it more)
stay a night,
stay an extra one;
go to sleep early to catch something
or go somewhere,
tomorrow stop for breakfast on our way 
(too early to cook)
coffee or hot chocolate?
paper cup 
outdoor breakfast 
three walls of snowflakes
(fourth is the building) 
it’s too early in the morning to not be in love
cold enough to feel calories do me good
(sometimes i forget this is life)
can we walk some more
just until springtime 
just until the snow melts
or just until tomorrow 
tomorrow i'd like to live alone
 
Dec 06

feed me to the longing minds once more

they will ask why i lock
the door at night and i will
tell them it's because i am a creature
of habit, soft and unready for the monsters
that claw at my bedframe in
the early hours of the morning.

i don't let the monsters in, because
i know that i am the same as them,
cocooning myself in the idea of being lonely
until the thought of interaction hides itself
in the fallen leaves outside my window.

i am crazed by the lovers,
yearning for human touch, but
keeping myself away from it because
once i feel it, i will push it away once more,
my mind full and my skin burning.

i am driven insane by the few 
things i hold dear to me, avoiding the
reality of my obsessions, the ones who
shut out any idea of reaching for the
outside world again.

building these walls was not easy,
and tearing them down will be nothing
Dec 06
poem challenge: Decade
W.Slay4Honors's picture

What I Forgot


My younger self spoke to me
Trying to make me see
I knew by this time I would be disappointed
By how much I procrastinated

My younger self spoke to me
Telling me what I forgot
All my memories taken with a snapshot
Maybe if I had tried harder
I could have been a better photographer

My younger self spoke to me
Reminding me of my dreams
Which I let fall apart at the seams
My masterpiece unwoven
With all of my hopes left unspoken

My younger self spoke to me
Encouraging me
Asuring me
Hoping for me

As my younger self spoke to me
I was reminded of me
Someone I forgot
My dreams who I forgot
As my younger self spoke to me

 
Dec 06

1, 2, 3

Breath 1, 2, 3.
God please,
This air you breathe,
you intake and 
the O2 that suffocates,
Then the moment in time 
when all stands still,
that moment in time 
makes it hard to swallow.
Smell the roses, 
Blow out the candles.
You throw it back up
all because of your heart,
which beats so fast 
it breaks the skin,
rips out your chest
still continuing to pump 
in your hands, 
making you fall into 
the 6 foot grave dug out 
just for you.
Or wait maybe you don't fall,
maybe you keep on 
living an ordinary day,
keep on seeing 
the sunsets at night.
But this time you don't feel,
you don't breath that dirty air,
you don't hurt anymore,
you don't have to eat
or sleep,
your troubles slide away,
Cold water to your face.
And maybe you could still love,
something you didn't get
while your heart still danced 

Dec 05

to ruin you

you watch me bathe in my own shameless self destruction, wilted guilt and tiresome apologies. 
“if only the blade you pierced me with would have been sharper” i say. “then i could be dead.” 
i choke out my mascara-run tears, and pout my lips. i tug on the hem of your dress and tell you how you ruined my life. 
you decide you don’t want children because of my endless temper tantrums. 

when in fact,
it was my brittle ego that fucked us up. my dramatic declarations.
my pity-seeking soliloquies that i preach to you. 

i wish i could take it all back.