Oct 21
Kittykatruff's picture

By The Fire

(Editor's Note: This is one of the winning submissions for Winter Tales and will be performed by Vermont Stage on Dec. 12. Find out more here!)

Winter is my favorite season.
I stay warm by the fire
With a cup of cocoa, and watch
The snowflakes fall gracefully, dancing
With the flames. 

Sometimes Nature holds her breath
And all is still; when I step outside, the silence
Is only broken by the crunch of snow 
Under my feet.

Other times, the winds howls as a lonely wolf
Lamenting the forlorn expression of the moon,
Tearing at braches, scouring houses with sharp 
Icy crystals, whipping across my face, 
Stinging my eyes, slashing ears and fingertips, 
As I hurry home to safety from the storm.

The best time of all is when 
The world pauses for a moment, though not
In anticipation, simply to ponder 
Its own existence.

Oct 19

Snow Dawn

Waking up
To the silent sound 
Of snowflakes twirling 
To the ground.
It's barely dawn
With the sun rising 
from its chambers 
beneath the mountains,
The stars unwilling to dim 
their short-lived light.
Yet the snowflakes mirror them,
Drifting to fill the valleys
In a cold, crisp carpet.
Walking out
To the half-darkness of winter,
The beauty within the ice,
The sword within the stone.
Sensing the danger in the snow,
Yet unable to pull away
From trees that seem to glow.
No one has ever been able to resist Winter.
It's the right time for wonder.
If you're going to take a plunge into mystery,
Then waking up to snowflakes
Falling outside your window
Is, perhaps, the best way to do it. 
 
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
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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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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
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
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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
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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 13
poem 0 comments challenge: Power
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7 Billion Wishes

Kindergarteners sit in class and
imagine running through the trees
pretending to be Spiderman. 
while his friend chases him,
his arms wide as he grunts like Hulk. 
They point lasers only visible in their 
eyes, and ride imaginary spaceships. 

Sophomores wish they could create world
peace after being exposed to the many troubles 
in the world. While seniors stare at the 
calendar and try to fast forward to 
graduation day. 

7 billion people in the world wishing for the
same things. Despite their gender, race, or
culture. There's no self power to hold onto
yourself that someone else going through 
the same experiences, hasn't imagined as well. 


 
Dec 12

Suffocating

The tender tips of iron shading
slowly are they fading,
fading...

The dark above me seems obscure,
how strange it is,
this cold, black lure.

For one may think the breath inhaled
is simply the same as breath
exhaled.

But stripped it is of what we breathe,
this breath inhaled,
and breath we freed.

So filled of nothing, is the air,
in this darkness,
is breath so fair.

I see the light reflect off water,
so strange it is,
my gentle slaughter.

The obscure darkness holds me dear,
no longer do I feel
such fear.

But strange it is and strange indeed,
that I, not breath,
to death, proceed.

And silent is this foreign night,
for past this darkness,
lies the light...
 
Dec 12
poem 1 comment challenge: Location

Stage Fright

I found it!
That's my line.
That's all it takes.
I just have to say that and hand the cup to Tommy.
I have done it a thousand times before.
But this is different! This is in front of people. They are judging us!
Shut up brain
Not helping.
One line then the next.
Closer and closer to my scene.
Then
Where is the cup?
My cue.
I am about to go up onto the stage and stutter out my line,
When
A flash of light illuminates the theater for a few seconds
Then all is quiet 
The calm before the storm.
My teacher steps on stage and tells everyone the lights went out because of the storm.
I smile at my good fortune
The audience groans and heads home.

In the car ride back,
My mom tells me how unfortunate it is about my line.
I nod along
But in my head
I'm thinking
Nailed it!
 
Dec 12
Dubz's picture

fate

scorched
parched by the humiliation
drowned in catastrophy
a look
a chance
a chance to shine
a chance at redemption
a shot
a flick from fate
and fate was on my side
Dec 12

Eden may be Paradise -

In the style of Emily Dickinson
By: Amica Lansigan

Eden may be Paradise -
Yet Evil - lies in Wait
Awaiting to be summoned -
And for the perfect Bait

To eat away - until the Core -
Now only Seeds remain
Eden may be Paradise -
To those who do not - Sin

 
Dec 12
poem 0 comments challenge: General
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Difference

Every time the snow falls down
Elegant snowflakes dance to the ground
Though each one is different and very small
It doesn't really matter at all
So why do we look at just their skin
When so much more lies within

We see their icy crystal form
But fail to notice what matters more
They may not be the same at all
But in the end that fact is small
They are as different as they are alike
But should all be the same when it comes to flight

Every time the snow falls down
Elegant snowflakes dance to the ground
Though each one is different and very small
It doesn't really matter at all
So why do we look at just their skin
When so much more lies within.

 
Dec 12
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Secret


Secret

By Holden
The silent whispers

Of a secret

No one knows

what it is

But the desire

is there

To know it

Like an unquenchable thirst
The secret spreads

Twisting its way through small openings

Like the smell of muffins

Or dust floating on air
You might know a little more

If you know the secret

A little more knowledge

Or a little more wisdom
The secret can hurt

Like a spider’s bite

Piercing the skin

And the heart
The secret could be a key

To unlock more secrets

And sometimes

Wonders
The secret has wings

Like a butterfly

Soaring

The silent whispers of a secret.
 
Dec 12

Not How We Think to Find (the long wait)

Sometimes I wait for inspiration to hit me on the head
but it shouldn't be about waiting,
it should be about finding. 

Ideas should be extracted from the dirty carpet,
breathed from mint tea steam,
captured in a bottle when someone laughs. 

Ideas are not found,
they appear. 



 
Dec 12

imperfect

i know that i cannot offer much
i know that my heart is empty
i know my eyes are more so
but please, know
that i will always be there

my hand, warm in yours
my words, light yet heavy
my possessions, now are yours
i may not be much
but i will always be your imperfect friend.
 
Dec 12

Sealed

On my way through the rain

I saw a glow-in-the-dark star on the street-like path.

It was trapped in the sealing fluid in a

Crease in the cement

Put there by a hot day

That melted the ground

Out from under it.

I hope that doesn't happen

To me