Apr 28
poem challenge: Love Poem
bronwyn.allabastro's picture

The gum tree

Under the gum tree 
We laugh and play
Wasting away hot summer days

Under the gum tree
We sit apart
Saying everything but what's in our hearts

Under the gum tree
We eat at dusk
Nervously laughing, wondering if there'll be an us

Under the gum tree
Staring up at the blue
I turn, smile, say "I love you"

Under the gum tree
I get down on one knee
Pull out a ring and ask "Marry me?"

Under the gum tree
Wearing white and blue
We exchange our vows, I say "I do"

Under the gum tree
We sit old and grey
Holding hands, we greet the day

Under the gum tree
She lays wasting away
I hold her hand, wishing she'd stay

Under the gum tree
I too leave this place
I close my eyes with a smile on my face

Above the gum tree
We join hands once again
Together and ready for the journey ahead
 
Jan 20
poem challenge: Lifeline
Amica's picture

Long Live the Queen

TREES: LIFELINE FOR OUR PLANET
1st Place, Golden Birch Award


We steal Her land, exploit Her wealth
And claim it as our own.
We build cities, we sever trees,
Destroying our own home.

We do nothing to rebuild
The ruin we create.
We do nothing but watch
As She cries, She burns, and breaks.

We lie to faces, wipe out races,
Deny these lies and genocide.
The truth cannot be silenced.
We divide, we war, we side. 

Ourselves will be the death of us,
Burned in a fire we made.
There will not be a second Ark.
This time we can’t be saved.

Not one creature will mourn us
Not one tree, ant, or swan.
They’ll find freedom and happiness
In a world with humans gone.

We thought we were the kings
But oh, we were such fools.
It was never our kingdom.
The Queen of Nature rules.

 
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
Feb 01
hartea's picture

My room is a mess


My room is a mess
Clean clothes are in a heap next to overflowing and empty drawers 
The binder that I will reluctantly open tomorrow morning is sprawled out on my bed 
My room’s a mess
Papers from last week and three months ago cover my desk and my closet is overflowing with sentimental junk I can’t force myself to get rid of
My room is a mess
But my bed is made
And it’s okay
I’ll fold my clothes
I’ll throw out the old papers
And I'll hold onto the birthday cards from 4 years ago
My room’s a mess but I’m not worried
I’ll clean it up

At least my bed is made
 
Feb 01
poem, rant challenge: Hot Air Balloon

There’s so much to do and so little time


There’s so much to do and so little time / I’m never going to relax / All of this will amount to nothing / By the time highschool is over I won’t even have enjoyed it / There are better writers out than me / Too much pressure / I can’t focus on anything outside of school / Crew season is coming up and I’m not prepared / The truth / My body is so weird lately / I spend too much time on my phone / speaking of which / I’m doing so much / but it still doesn’t feel like enough / My teacher will think less of me / Have my parents been lying to me? / Jesus watches over me / i only kinda sorta try / INRI / The list could go on / and on / and on . 

 
Feb 01
poem challenge: Great Poets
Zachary Zizza's picture

Heat of the Sun


Sunshine and clear skies 

    The sun peeks through 

Alive breathing in heat while sweat runs off your face to the floor

    Glistening shining in the light

No water extreme thirst wait for the rain first 

Pain and pressure on your chest 

Hunger but not for food the need for water to quench thirst 

    Can't move till you get water first 

Reach high and pray for the sky to turn gray 

    To rain down please so plants can be pollinated by bees.
 
Jan 31
Adeline's picture

The Rain

The rain outside my window is like a drumbeat, just like a chouras waiting for a melody
I hear the wind blow through the trees, wondering will it ever get to me
If I rech my hand out, will it ever go through time and space
With the rain falling around me, will my saddness be eraced 
 
Jan 31
poem challenge: Teenager

Maybe I'll Forget

When I was little i didn’t know a thing about what was happening
All I knew was what i was told, that I would grow older and it would all make sense
But I’m older now, and I’m still confused
They don’t want me to forgive they want me to forget
Forget all the lies and tears that I cried
And maybe I will forget.
But maybe not.

All the things I was told mean nothing to me now,
How could they? Only half of them were true
And they thought that it was fine, what do I know? I’m just a kid
But I grew up, and boy do I know now.
But they would have me forget it all, and maybe I will
But maybe not.

“But wait just wait, remember your toys?”
“Remember your smiles?”
“Remember your joy?”
Yes I recall but what does that mean? That I should put it all aside
Forget the rest and keep barbie in mind?
I suppose that would be kind so maybe
But maybe not.
Jan 30

YOU

I watched you talk to her
waiting for the bus, analyzing your face
your freckles, dimples, perfect smile,
you.
I've been obsessed for a month now,
my heart launching into overdrive when I see you walk by.
I don't think you know my name.
My feet crunched over fallen snow
as you wrapped your arms around her,
your blue eyes misty, faraway, your smile lighting up your face,
like the best thing that could exist was the girl within your arms.
My friends tell me you're an idiot, that you're not even cute,
what am I doing liking some annoying boy who only goes for popular girls?
And they're right about that last part,
because never in a million years would you ever like me.
But that doesn't mean I won't dream of your face when you looked at her
and how I'd feel if it was looking at my own,
eyes earnest, smile wide,
like you'd do anything for me,
anything for me to be yours.
Jan 30

she was alone until he brought the sunshine


She was alone in her fear,
so so very alone.
She walked the bright hallways as if they were dark,
head bowed to the ground,
shoulders curving in a self-protecting habit,
she grew her hair long and kept it hanging,
a curtain over her pale face.
Until one day when a sunshine boy came,
he looked at her with a smile on his face.
He made her laugh and laugh again.
He took away her rain and replaced it with his sunshine.
Now she walks down the hallway,
hair short,
shoulders back,
looking the world in the eye...
Or maybe just looking for him.
Jan 30

Poison berries


Red berries are poison berries,
that is what her mother taught her.

Men who grab you,
and don't let go,
even when you say no,
are just like those berries,
that's what her mother taught her.

"Why?" the girl asked.

"Why?" her mother said,
"They will kill you fast or kill you slowly, 
they will hurt your heart and leave it black and blue."

Her mother took her hands,
locking their gazes and said,
"So fight, my daughter, 
watch, my daughter."
Jan 30

Peace

    Some say peace is written in blood,

Others say peace means seeing past brood.

    Many try to exemplify it and pursue,

But the world is still covered in gore anew.

    Equality, love, and kindness are key,

Wonderful things we all aspire to be.

    One day we will all walk together,

All problems solved and joyful forever.

    Leaders and tyrants will put down their guns,

And the world will finally be one.
 
Jan 29

Just say it

There are moments 
when words don't reach my tongue.
They follow the map of my body,
surviving the trek,
increasing in speed,
in power,
just to get caught in my throat,
scratching,
grasping for the freedom
that one might wish for as they age. 
Just say it,
my mind tells me.
But even though 
my mind can speak
doesn't mean my lips can.
I have an entire speech written,
for the day I am brave enough,
for the day I am angry enough
to say these words.
But for now,
as they are not 
blowing through my teeth,
a gust of hot,
burning,
flaming air,
I suppose I am not yet able 
to just
say it.