Dec 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Unusual


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


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 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 

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;
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
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
Jan 19


Big bold letters
screaming my story in all caps.
Not a story.
I was here.
Even when I didn't want to be,
I was here.
I've hidden behind metaphors and similies.
Played dress up with words.
Danced around the raw truth.
The walls are covered with my words,
pages and pages of words,
taped up delicately
to form a mosiac of letters.
My sticky note smile has a place up there.
The participation ribbons
and Polaroids of people long gone go up too.
I am...
I am fractured.
I am resilient,
I am colorful.
I am tired.
I am still standing.
I am learning.
I am fixing what I can.
I am beautiful.
I am me.
Pen in one hand
script in the other.
More and more words
until it is a tornado
of twisting and turning sentences,
a mess of a person,
but a person nonetheless.
I was here.
And I always will be.
Jan 19

To Martin Luther King JR.

He changed the world!
The understanding of mind!
He taught people to be thoughtful,
He proclaimed it was time.
He opened people's hearts and eyes to all the unfairness of their lives.
He believed it did not matter the type of skin-
But the character of people which is held within.
He wanted justice and freedom to ring from the land,
To burst out of hills, valley, and man
He had one simple dream-
That man would someday be on one team.
They will all join hands and agree
To treat each other equally.
And look.
Look at us now.
where all here, together, hand in hand, cause somehow
Martins dream of justice became a reality.
His dream became everyone will.
What a legacy.

Jan 19

The Colors of Life

Snow drifts down
from the gentle sky
The night sky
slowly takes over the day
Roses bloom
showing sings of spring
Grass creates a ground
that tickles your feet
The water sloshes
against the sand
The sun sets
natrual light now gone

The colors of life
go on forever
Jan 19

A Conversation Between Forgiving Lovers

She looks away.
As she does she breaks more then just our eye contact.
Years of building up this heart,
she is taking it part piece by piece.

I look away.
I don't know if it's over,
but something has shattered between us.
Years I been burning down my bridges,
now how can I put them back together?

I pull my hands away.
If this is goodbye, I don't want to ever say hello again.
Everything is still there,
but why isn't she?

He pulls his hands away.
He doesn't want this, the pain is too much for him...
Everything is still here, laid out on a table,
I don't know which knife to use.

I can hear her heartbeat.
It sounds like a grasshopper's inhale.
Impatient, first love, impossible.
I want to reach out and hold it.

I can hear my heartbeat.
As if darkness and light had a child,
Impossible, first love, impatient.
Jan 19

dark and light

we've all seen the dark 
and on occasion 
been swallowed whole by it
our eyes
leaking continuous streams 
and our feet
failing to hold us up 
we cant cry anymore
and now
we cant even crawl
we've all seen the dark 
have all been tormented
by the visions in our heads
and seen the things that scare us most 
on repeat 
every time we close our eyes
it's true we've all seen the dark
we've also 
seen the light
and we know
you can either give in 
to the dark 
you can step into the light. 
Jan 19

what scares me

I can't say, that I'm afraid of many things in life. 
but hate
scares me in a way that leaves you unsmiling for a week
the hate that tears families apart
and the hate that causes one country to drop a giant explosive 
on another
killing countless
the hate that only creates more of itself
and leaves no room for people to love themselves
or others
that spreads like a poison 
invisible, unseeable 
under the skin of society 
hate for others
that seeps under the doors of our subconscious 
and engranes itself into our brains
until we go to far
and remove them 
only to realize
it wasn't black and white
and maybe
they had it worse 
hate for oneself
that grows like a weed in one's heart
it's roots wind tight around our self worth 
the pressure leaving excess statements
worthless lies
we stupidly believe
"I dont matter"
Jan 18


Sure, we're not the best team.
In fact, this was our first win this season
But we won anyway.
That was us 
WE scored those points
WE made those awesome plays
WE worked our butts off. 
Yeah, that was US!
WE had the confidence 
WE worked perfectly together 
WE had the strength to go for it.
We won anyway.
SO WHAT if we aren't perfect 
SO WHAT if weren't right every time 
SO WHAT if the odds were against us.
That was us.
We won anyway. 


Jan 17

Silent Ocean

What if the ocean was silent?
The hum of never ending crashing waves
Only a small breeze
The silence would cut through the sand
Stirring it up at the slightest touch
And each small footprint on the shore
Would make a slapping, echoing sound
No waves
No noise
No thundering in the background that plugs up your ears
And the splash of an arm in the water
Would stir up a loud swooshing sound
Only heard every so often
If the ocean was silent
The beach would hold secrets
Never to be told.