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  

Nov 22
Alexander.Haag's picture

What For?

For the breath I breathe
For the birds that sing
For the light that shines
Through clouds of white

For the love of family
For the love of friends
The support of each other
When hardship sets in

For the love of humanity
For the future we’ll change
For remembering the fallen
And the lives that they gave
So we could live

For the love of our country
And the men and women fighting on
For the love of the world around us
And the hope and joy of which
We all have the capacity to give

Remember this in times of plenty
That our work is never done
And be

Nov 19
lolerface's picture

so it is winter

As the water's flow is impeded
and the leaves start falling the weather gets brisk.
You know that snow is near and yet we continue to have fun and ignore the signs then they start falling.
First the leaves, then it stops raining, and is replased with freezing cold air .
But the worst is the snow, it is cold and annoying because at the start is soft then it gets wet.
But fun does not stop we make snow men, and forts but more relevant is sliding down with sleds then you go home and get hot chocolate and marshmellows while you warm up by the fire.
Winter is fun or so they say, but snow is now hear so lets find out.
Oct 24


My parents wonder at my chronic disorganization,
  for which I can offer only one explanation:         
 surrounded by mess, is where I work best                
 in the eye of the storm, I best perform.
My creative flow, is more like a tornado
                but I'm the master, of my natural disaster.     
    To others my room is quite amiss
         yet I know where everything is.
It represents my thoughts,   
     cluttered & random
but not really lost.
I feel most      
at peace

Oct 19
katharina's picture

every year

every year

family celebration
grandma decorated the house
grandpa lit the stone fireplace
red noses gradually enter the heated home
dressed up as beautifully as the glowing Christmas tree

         warm hugs, wet kisses, tracks of lipgloss on my cheeks

seductive fragrances from the kitchen flatter the senses
parents hectically sprint around the massive oak table
bibs are put on
food gets cut into tiny bites
a quick “thank god”
and the huge banquet is opened
give me the beans, I would like to have the potatoes, no I asked for them first
son-in-law compliments the casserole
father and son discuss about the stock market
aunts share latest gossip
food is shoveled into mouths

         meanwhile in the children’s world
         the air is tense to tear by excitement
         short fidgety legs wiggle under the table
         big pleading eyes - can we get up?
Oct 18
Alexander.Haag's picture


A single,
barren spec...
falls from the sky,
twirling around,
a leaf in a
gust of wind,
nearly invisible,
but certainly there.

It glides with
the wings of an angel,
dancing passionately
with the wonderful,
crisp breeze.

As the night air
gently like
a teething puppy,
the single, unique
descends leisurely,
on a soft cushion
of air.

The flake silently
hits the ground,
like a cat landing,
on padded paws.

For the rest of the
the impact
is incredibly miniscule,
Akin to the force produced
by a landing fly.
But for the flake,
it has the strength
of a ground-shaking quake.

The Earth suddenly
takes notice of
this wondrous speck
on its back,
Oct 18
KACourtois's picture


By Kyle A. Courtois

I dash through the biting air

Sailing along the icy waves

Leaping and darting from side to side on my way down

I held tightly on the reins of this bull

Then it began to buck

The luck I rely on during these expeditions

Soon ran out

I flew sprawling and twisting

A stray leaf on the wind

Sailing through the air like the moguls sprinting under me

I come in contact with the trees

The branches like open arms waiting to catch me

My head and spine being the first to greet the bark

The impact soft on my helmet and jacket

I fall into a sleep before I hit the ground

Shouts and cries flood into my ears

Rattling my skull

I move out from under my blanket of snow

My eyes fluttering open like harshly pulled drapes
Oct 18
khbeaudry's picture


The gleam of the twinkling lights against the fresh, blinding snow

Reflect against my glasses

Illuminating the endless rows of fir trees

I fall into the frigid, crunchy snow

Allowing myself to become numb

And melt into the myriad flakes

My eyes focus on the cold beads

Dwindling from the black sky

My body becoming one with the crystalline fluff



Oct 18
Kgcallan's picture


                    Whatever I could manage to climb
          I would.
Without hesitation
                                                                            I would jump.
The higher the better
The taller the thing
The more adrenaline I got
I looked over my shoulder
Higher and higher with each step

Once climbed up
There was no going back
What with my cousins watching?
No way!

It started when I was young
Who would jump from the playhouse slide?
Me of course but when others matched me it became
Who can jump from the playhouse roof?
(Still me)

                              One day Jacob and I
                    Felt an extra form of courage
          And climbed the silo ladder
Onto the barn roof
                                                                           And jumped.
Of course visibly the
White snow powdered earth
Oct 18
hmseymour's picture

sweet winter feelings

we entangled with each other in the midst of winter.
fingers entwined as leafless branches,
their autumn leaves falling to the ground
to reveal what’s underneath.
you tore down my walls
like a maple tree shedding its colorful leaves
to showcase my true feelings,
my honest opinions,
my heart.
my heart, beating in your hand but somehow i’m still alive.

like sugar on snow,
you’re gentle and sweet.
my heart is safe with you.
the frostbite hasn’t gotten to it yet.
Oct 16
kamckenzie's picture

Bitter Battle

The world is dark and arctic

                                    My inhale brings brisk oxygen through my throat

                                            As I step my coat brushes, feet shuffle

                                  I unlock my car wich now looks of an icy fortress

                            I grasp the icy handle sticky to the skin and open the door

                                           Snow sprinkles down from all over

                                             It’s sparkly and bitter to the touch

                                          Snow is caked on the passenger side

                                              Ankles bitten by the fallen flakes

                                            I crack with frustration like weak ice

                                               Grab the brush, my trusty steed
Sep 23


I was going through books of
the history of the United States 
in a back room of the library that
smelled like pages about to fall apart
when I found a section that held
books written in braille.
I opened one and was struck
with wonder because all those
little raised dots were words.
They were a language with power.
They were understanding.
And I had no clue what meaning they held.
Sep 23
hmseymour's picture

future as an ocean wave

the future is scary.
it is as if everything is hitting me
all at once.
like a crisp ocean wave
that knocks my body 
into the frigid salt water.
sound emits from my ears
as my head hits.
my eyes sting,
and my lungs burn,
and i can’t escape.
i reach for air,
and my hands come up empty,
but finally,
my body emerges.
i take a deep breath,
and i’m the happiest i’ve ever been.
Sep 21
katharina's picture



frequently asked
rarely answered

why do I exist
on this dock
     in this country
         this world

                                                                        i n f i n i t y

                watching the sunset
            feeling the motions of earth
        as if by magic
     it turns peacefully
 without changes

c o n s t a n c y

the thoughts work diligently like ants in my head

     do they
       or do I just think they do
         and now think about that I think about it

                                                                        d i g r e s s i o n
                 look at the sun
a bright red shining emergency exit
to escape                         this world

               again and again

Sep 21
Ordinary Owen's picture

The five colors of the setting sun

Fast feet that cannot flee from Grief,
seek shelter in the sunset.

Five colors at the sun-dried dock

Reality aside,
a blatant refusal of truth.

Rage does not ebb like the tide,
its flood washes other emotion away.

Sorrowful tears,
the only currency tragedy will accept.

Rage subsides,
but in its place is only carnage.

Devoid of emotion and lost,
only to vanish with the setting sun.
Sep 21

Natures Grace

She walked down to the dock
As the sun began to set,
The beautiful array of colours
Behind the tree line.
Quiet and peaceful,
It's exactly what she needed.

Her mind was buzzing with thought,
Mostly things she did not want to think.
The cool crisp air calmed her mind,
And she relaxed.
Listening to the trees move with the wind,
And the water splash against the shore.
She could see the silver scales of fish
As they move gracefully
through the water

She let her mind wonder elsewhere
So she wouldn’t have to think about
The tragedy that had happened.

She stuck her feet in the water,
It chilled her to the bone,
And slowly she grew used to it.
She moved her feet aimlessly
Through the water.

Sep 21
ccdussault's picture

Colors of the Sunset

I walked down the long, creaking dock.

I had sat down and dipped my toes into the clear, glass water.

I watched the waves my feet made as they touched the water

and wondered how such a small touch of the water could have made such a big effect.

I look up at the sunset,

except this time I study it hard.

I am curious if sunsets are just sunsets,

or if they mean something more.

I was looking for something in that sunset,

but all I could see was how the bright colors beamed off of the sun.

I realized that much like my toes had caused the waves,

the sun had created this sunset.

I start to feel the sunset running through my body,

as if I were drinking it’s colors.

I felt that, much like the sunset,

I was glowing.

And if anyone saw me from afar,

I would be screaming with color.

Sep 21
khbeaudry's picture

I run

I run.

The cold, sharp rocks under me
Towards the sunset illuminating the lake
The pinks and blues felt like home
The chilly air
Needles on my skin

I run.

Towards the lake, so many of my memories
With every step feeling more myself

I run

Towards home