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
Nov 17

Yellow

Nov 17

NIGHTMARES

I am falling
Through a hopeless, dark abyss
My friends are calling from somewhere far, far above
Their voices full of hurt and anger
Traitor. Devil. Spy. We will have revenge.
But I don't know what I did wrong.

Tears stream down my cheeks
And I try desperately to see the bottom of this pit
I cannot see it
 I will never survive. 
I don't remember why I fell
But I know in my heart
That I deserved it.
Traitor. Devil. Spy. You will pay.

I wake up.
I am safe
In my bed
In my room 
In my house
It was just a dream.
But I am still falling.
Nov 17

NIGHTMARES

I am falling
Through a hopeless, dark abyss
My friends are calling from somewhere far, far above
Their voices full of hurt and anger
Traitor. Devil. Spy. We will have revenge.
But I don't know what I did wrong.

Tears stream down my cheeks
And I try desperately to see the bottom of this pit
I cannot see it
 I will never survive. 
I don't remember why I fell
But I know in my heart
That I deserved it.
Traitor. Devil. Spy. You will pay.

I wake up.
I am safe
In my bed
In my room 
In my house
It was just a dream.
But I am still falling.
Nov 17

Were Deer Predators

were deer predators,
what would be the fate of hunters trapped alone in the woods?
with naught but their gun and bright orange hats
camouflaged against the trees or their stands

you think you've gotten lucky, a doe passing by you
it may not be hunting season yet, but? no one will know
you raise your barrel, take aim, shoot
but you miss, and now she stares right through you

snarling and baring her teeth,
what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a doe?

god forbid you miss and are unfortunate enough to be paces away from a buck,
rack big enough to count to twelve
and you miss your shot and he turns towards you
and suddenly, the prey is you

charging, antlers headed for your skull
what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a buck?

or a herd. i'd hope someone is looking after you above
and i pray you don't slip and fall and they realize you're there
Nov 17

Letting Go

I wish I could let go,
I wish that when my tears fell
They took my thoughts with them.
My brain keeps mistaking itself for my heart
And maybe that is why I let you go.
I wish that my thoughts did not 
Hurt my heart
And make it suffer more.
I wish that when I do cry I would not feel
On the edge of a hundred-foot cliff.
I wish that when hurtful words struck 
My mind would look away
And understand the other person.
I wish that I could just wish my troubles away
On falling stars passing by the planet.
I wish I could let go
And close my eyes in peace. 
 
Nov 17

my mind

thoughts reel inside my head 
messy is the mind
creating things
if you crawl inside my brain
and pull out 
all the twisted strings
tangled lines of hope
and paint splattered ideas
my life through a kaleidoscope

my forgotten thoughts
broken pencils 
inkles pens
tiny almost microscopic things
that sit and wait in the nooks and crannies
of my mind

dusty dreams
shiny things
all tangled up in old song lyrics 
and cookie recipes
rivers made of stardust 
carrying paper boat questions
innocent and curious
but soon forgotten again
are all the things
inside my mind

old boxes 
of memories 
left on shelves 
for my future self to find
melodies of catchy songs
popping up like the bubbles 
I used to love so much 

half child 
half question
all these thoughts running rampant 
throwing streamers
Nov 17
poem 0 comments challenge: Minute

my angry character's revenge.

aaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I through myself at him 
angry as hell
how dare he
how dare he insult my dead parents
I feel myself changing
but unsually 
my eyes stay wide open 
and my arms
or what used to be my arms
spread outward
I have wings
huge
scaly 
wings
and claws as long as swords
I try to process what I am 
I glance back at the malumdura 
rage floods through my veins as I hear him say 
"really, is that all you got? pathetic. just like your parents." 
his cape of smoke billows as he raises his arms, casting a spell
I swing around instinctively 
and my tail
woah, I have a tail now? 
my huge
spike ended tail
slams right into his stomach
knocking the air out of him
he looks at me, surprised
he underestimated me
just like everybody else
but unlike everybody else
he doesn't get an apology
or a pardon.

Nov 16

I smile

I smile, 
through the rain,
and across the valleys,
I smile,
through the pain,
and across the grim alleys
I smile,
away from my anger
and into positivity
I smile
away from my emptiness 
and into expressivity
I smile,
and I'll keep smiling,
I'll smile for myself,
I'll smile for others,
I smile.
Nov 16

random water thoughts

water flowing 
from the rocky
moss carpetted floor of the forest
magic
of the purest sort
running 
flowing 
changing

growing 
when the clouds cry out

shinking 
during the summer drout

water is change
change is water

shifting 
rolling
falling
pooling 

evermoving.