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
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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
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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
Jun 01
poetry challenge: Haiku


Sometimes the moon shines,
when it's late into the night,
with the stars, a guide.
Jun 01


loud crowded space
tired lonely face
Other people and their shoulders
Hit your elbow on a corner

Getting quiet, less polluted,
Talking quiet 
slower movements
Jun 01

In Later May…

the cows feed on the grass in their northern wild fields
and the farmer is off fighting a war that he doesn’t belong to
the thick tweeds have flourished in the pastures 
and spring calves become summer heifers and bulls

the farmers daughter gallops with buckets for milking 
because of her the fall harvest might be forgotten
“there is too much death and the heat is cooling
let them see the autumn leaves drop” she pleaded

the war ends at the sound of august’s horn
and farmer arrives home with a full medal heart and half an arm
his stomach is starving for a rare slice of patriotism 
so later that week he herds the cows to the mahogany table
before the equinox has a chance to bloom across the northern fields
May 31


Bound by iron and stone 
running over sea and tree and canyon  
intricate lines forming diamonds, spiderweb shine 
each arch at a time. 

May 30

i might cry

It'll be hard to write this poem because
I might cry
when the words become jumbled memories
nostalgia pouring out of the depths of my mind and unfolding on a blinding-white computer screen
and I'll get ahead of myself, later deleting lines of words that are suddenly blurry
even though I still have my contacts in.
(It'll take me a second to realize it's from tears.)
And so I'll question them, the tears that fall down my cheeks, salt like the ocean
and land on my keyboard, little raindrops
that I'll brush away as if they never existed
not yet quite sure if they were of sadness or joy.
(Maybe both.)
Yet I'll still try to write this poem 
without sinking so far into the depths of memory
that I can't type another line
and my computer screen will be empty where words once thrived
just like it's been so many times before
this poem forgotten 
like a wave upon the sea 

May 30

Out of Reach

Across the crowd,
I'm glancing your way,
Wishing you'd do the same,
But you're just out of reach

Follow me when I leave,
Leave with me, 
Be there when I need you,
Not three days later

Dance with me,
Even if I don't ask,
Ask me first,
Not act like I'm untouchable

But ignore me all night,
And give me all your spite,
Forget everything you told me before,
Stay out of grasp forever

But know I will move on,
And in time I will forever leave,
Not caring if you follow me
Or dance the night away,
Someday, I'll be out of reach

May 30
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Spring's here

The day was balmy 
And I was as dull as drying paint
Plastered to the walls of my mind
While the world buzzed outside my window

I distantly heard its newfound restlessness
The soft murmurs of chirping birds
As the summer breeze came and went 
Like gentle waves lapping up against a sandy beach

Had the world always been this full?
People had sprouted up out of nowhere
They flocked in crowds to every sliver of life
They giggled and cooed over themselves

But I was inside
My bowl of Cheerios growing soggy on the dinner table 
The low hum of the fridge 
Ricocheting within the walls of my mind

May 29
poetry challenge: Great Artists

Fairy Water [For Maria]

A small lake
Not many know

But I know her like home
Every color she has each season

How her plants smell
How her bees hum across her reflection

In her I see myself

Light, aquamarine colors

With the white sun beaming down on her face
She'll never not be beautiful

And I will enjoy her while she is here.

May 28
poetry challenge: Great Artists

The Songbird

she wakes every morning

at the dawn of dawn

she trills her lovely melody

rejoicing in the simple yet complex

beauty of the morning

she sings

unaware of the young girl

sitting on her porch

wrapped in her grandmother's quilt

eyes closed

a smile dancing

across her rosy face

listening to the Songbird

hearing the beauty

so many are blind too

May 28

words for a sword

my arms are far too weak
to carry a sword
so I use my words
write till I can't no more
about what's wrong with our world
about emotions yours and mine
about loving and hating yourself
I use my pen as my sword
fighting away hate
like only love can
telling girls how
Beautifull they truly are
so they never feel like I do
when used the right way
almost anything 
could be your sword

May 28

See me

I saw the way you see me,
and could not believe my eyes.

May 27


When things get hard,
I tell myself,
how I am not the only one,
breaking down,
crying too much,
feeling too much.
It's ok to be sad,
It's not ok to pretend,
everything is fine,
when it's not.