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  

Apr 23


Apr 17

In A Van To The Airport

Through dead grassy fields

And tall dry trees

Through murky lakes

And a hot harsh breeze

It’s not that fun

But I’m thrilled to be here

Because the next step

Is drawing ever near

The airport, the plane

And the whole new continent

Thoughts of the future

Keep me more than content

So I sit in this van

Unaware of my home

My mind across the sea

And my heart in Rome
Apr 17
Evi Q's picture

Autumn's Aging

The Autumn leaves crumble beneath my feet
Easily crushed just like me
Flat on the ground, no life force left
Hope extinguished like myself 

Blown away by gust of wind
Till they're torn and battered
to much to mend
They started off so young, so bright
Then they grew older
while absorbing the light
They grew from young to old
From a child to an adult

I once was a child small and sweet
Now there is no child left in me 

Apr 09

rift: The Mariana Trench

i feel as though
the two halves of my brain
are seperating.
creating a sort of rift in my being,
a mariana trench in my mind.

you are at the bottom of 
this sunken place.
suspended in time,
buried under years of brain matter.
no matter how hard i try

i just can't drown you.
Apr 02
bayleer05's picture

Looking at the Stars

Up in the midnight sky,
A bird flies by.
I am laying in the grass,
I hear the sound of broken glass.
I sit straight up,
To hear the sound,
Then I realize it was a teacup.
I lay soundly on the ground.

Apr 01


When the sun goes out all will be ice
The cold sucks away good times
Not even a simple fire would suffice
The cold is full of crimes
Your heart slowly turns stone cold 
Removing any emotion
There is no survival here you are told
But that can change like the waves in the ocean
Mar 20

a day like today

There isn't much for me to say today.
Things here are mostly quiet,
which is abnormal but a welcome change.
I've been thinking a lot about memories,
the little moments that used to make me laugh so hard I'd cry.
Every time I go into my past to look at things that used to be there
an unsettling reality always riddles me,
times where I felt happy or excited
exist only in fragments, not all together,
the trips and the friends and the choices that used to make me
have forgotten who I am.
As if this world is only made up of time slots
moving in and out of experiences too fast
to even hold on longer than that singular brief blink of time.
We lose track of everyone and everything from our past  
only to be reminded on days like today
that the deep laughs and long nights shared will never be ours again,
not in the same way.
The memories push themselves away
Mar 18
J. Scott's picture

Love, Tangential

I'd like to say
I love her
only on the stage
(or perhaps,
more accurately, 
I love her offstage,
for that's where I am)
but still I think
that might be untrue.

See, I think I might
love her more often
than just that but
it's hard to say.

See, she is
so frequently
on stage and I
so frequently off,
so it's practically
our natural state.

It's a sort of
reverential thing
that I feel
towards her,
but somehow
And I know
she's no interest
in me beyond that
of professional respect
(at best) and 
uneasy friendship
tempered by her
visible dislike of
my coarser methods 
and general capacity
for fault.

I feel like Icarus
before her shining
glory of sunlight,
and I fall,
oh dear god do I fall.
I am the fool,
the love-struck cynic
Mar 16

To live

To live with purpose is
to see the world in singing starlight,
a beguiling black canvas
studded with moments of
existential ecstasy

a star to every time
we have raised our voices
against the thunder
and became the vein
of light which shot
into the hearts of darkness

a moon to every minute
we listened
so that every word dropped
into our wellsprings
of knowledge
or so the speaker
could rest with the knowledge
that somebody listened.

Feb 22


The scene around her was almost perfect, almost.
The sunset was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, 

colors blending so perfectly. The wind, blowing through her hair

as she sits on the edge of the dock. The water such a deep blue,

she could stare at it for hours upon end. The wispy cloud floating slowly in

the night skies. The air surrounding her was the perfect temperature.

The only noise she could hear was the wind howling, the waves crashing

against the already damp sand, and the distant noises all the animals were making.

This is when she realized...  she had no one to share this magical evening with.

She was alone...

Almost Perfect.
Feb 22

Winter Flowers

Feb 19


I've lost track of who you were
somewhere along the way
I was able to forget your existence.
That makes me happy
most days.
Earth is spinning faster
my sky moves south of yours
even the air is thicker
where I am.
It's interesting how strangers 
can feel more real than memories.
I walk through full streets 
and empty conversations 
but I never stop to question
if I lost you.
Some things don't require an answer.
The noise around me helps drown out
the noise within me
and lately, it is the chaos that keeps me alive.
You would hate it here.
I like that.
Nights still make me care for you
but I've learned that I can't miss someone
I don't even know. 
Feb 17
Quincy_J's picture

Finding Ourselves

In quiet we find ourselves.
In the moments, unbothered.
The thoughts that come to our minds
ungoaded or asked for. 
Those are the thoughts to pay attention to, 
those matter. 
In complete silence 
they come strongly. 
Pushing sleep away, pushing calm away.
When there is no other distractions left,
they distract the blank mind.
When one can sift through the havoc these thoughts bring,
and perhaps they are meant to cause unease, 
once one can,
they have found themself. 
Quiet, unbothered peace,
patiently waiting for the next mind-full course. 
Feb 16

To My Future Self

Dear Haley,

I hope you're happy.
I hope you love the path I chose for you,
and I hope you're always laughing.
I want to know that I'm doing everything right...
going to the right college,
befriending the right people,
following the right career.
Do we ever truly know?

Despite it all,
I hope you're in love with your life,
and that you shine
anywhere and everywhere you go.
Feb 13


i saw a ghost last night when i was asleep. 

he walked up to me like it was nothing. didn’t talk at first. 

just side by side steps through an old empty school hallway

crooked glasses. hands ink-stained. 

it was so familiar. i was too shocked to speak. he asked what was wrong. 

i laughed. 

i told him. everything’s fine. 
it’s been a while since i’ve meant that. 

we turned a corner 

i opened my eyes. 

it was
just a ghost, that’s all.
Feb 12

what i'm thinking

If you do, read the second word.
Feb 05


you make me cliche.
you make me one of those disgusting,
sloppy, lovesick idiots that i used to despise.
you make me want to watch rom-coms
and slow dance to no music.
you make me want to watch sunsets,
Twilight, and The Notebook.
when we say goodbye on the phone you make
me want to say "no, you hang up first".
you make me want to ride a ferris wheel
and kiss at the top, get couple tattoos,
and kiss in the rain.
the only thing you couldn't make me do was love you,
i did that all on my own.