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
Apr 06

Not Enough Story

Apr 06

perfect morning

sun trickles through the open window
like ice cream on a hot summer day
warming my lazy eyelids
and welcoming my blurry vision to the world of light
as i sit up, the sheets tangled around my legs
and hair sticking out in all directions
as the dead flies on the windowsill
dance in my line of sight
my head swims a bit 
as if it believe it were still in dreamland
talking with the fish and blowing bubbles for the dolphins
as my feet make their weary way to the small panes of glass
framed by a bright white metal trim
and the open air that spills from it
i stick my hands out
so that my fingers may dance in the breeze
and play with the wind
twining its strands of perfect nothingness
into a braid of light and wonder
watching the hawk take wing from a nearby tree
each tawny feather a masterwork of pristine elegance
and the harsh beauty of nature
Apr 06

A Poem for the Boys in My Life

You don’t have to hide inside yourself,
origami emotions,
delicate paper folded into a vanishing point.
You don’t need to wear the mask of a superhero,
or walk in the lead-heavy shoes
you have been told make you a man.
They will say that ‘boys don’t cry’ - 
no, they will imply it - 
through the stories that infect the television screens,
and the questions they ask you,
but I have watched the pressure build in a cork-stopped bottle,
know the way a smile can feel like an obligation.
You don’t need to feel ashamed
for voicing your vulnerability;
there is only so much your lungs can hold.
A golden exterior
can be cracked on the inside,
shining armor
is a cage,
but they will only say:
collect that sorrow in a jar.
Bury it somewhere you won’t remember,
and if it breaks,
those shards will be your daggers;
better to draw blood than let them see you bleed.
Apr 05

fear to speak

swimming in a sea 
of alternate realities
and faded polaroids in a shoebox
buried beneath my smiles
as i reach out for something that's not there
yearning to be found 
but crashing down again 
failing to reach out
opaque windows
caked with dust
blocking the light 
withed and lonely 
i wait in the solitude
for somebody else
to repair the decrepit remains
of my haphazardly patched soul 
super-glued chinna
faded sweaters that smell like home
and truths to cowardly to make an appearance
fear that decimates what little courage i have left
tearing down my skimpy scaffolding of bravery 
and drowning my hopes in the terror
of not being loved by the people i care about
the tiny glimpse of freedom
ripped from my line of sight
by the brutal realization
that i will never fully know
unless i say something. 

Apr 05

A Poem Is

A poem is not a hat,
but if you want it can keep you warm.
A poem is not a play,
but if you wish it can preform.
A poem is not a drink,
but if you like it can cure your thirst.
A poem is not a firework,
but if you wish it can shower and burst.
A poem is not a map,
but it can help you find your way.
A poem is not a child,
but all the same it will not obey.
A poem is not a garden,
but its grows low in the earth.
A poem is not a mother,
but to the lyrics it gives birth.
A poem is not a heart,
but it beats in time with love.
A poem is not a bird,
but it rises high above.
Apr 05
Catbatgirl's picture

My Dog Mylo

what a goofball.
so much energy.
My perfect dog

(BCF means best canine friend)
Apr 05
hannah.banana23's picture


one tiny word
but when people say it
they look like they've just sucked too hard on a lemon
uncomfortable silence follows
they take in my wheels first
eyes wondering
why i can walk
why i have a walker
what's wrong with me

my walker's name is Clementine
i bring her everywhere
but why would people care about that
when they can just stare?
at school i'm pretty much accepted
except for last year
when a girl named anna belle 
came into my life

at first i thought she was nice
and just needed a friend
but then came the comments
subtle, but hurtful
"oh, this might be too hard for you"
"i can do this better than you"
and then there was "people only like you because they feel bad for you"
that felt like
a kickball in the stomach
and then i'd had enough

now i have a whole group of amazing friends
Apr 05

remembrance and bittersweet chocolate

melancholy smiles
and faded dreams
shattered pieces 
glued back together with the faint light of dawn
like feathers dancing around each other
circles spun out of mystery 
and hesitant glances
the music in my head 
makes me think of you
kisses on your forehead
but still you say that i'm your friend
paper airplanes
and tiny 
forgettable regrets
sad smiles
and eyes that wander farther than my face
peering curiously 
into who i am
hearts beating 
like little drums inside our chests
a symphony of life
that reminds me
how fragile I am 
and how much i want to be strong for you
wrapped up in a faded blanket 
the decrepit pieces of my life
fallen on the floor
as long as i have you to remember.