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
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

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
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
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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 18
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Winter’s Song

The trees bend to the side,
Listening to 
Dec 18
poem 0 comments challenge: Snow
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Snow man

White, bright and cold.
Can't be built with any ordinary mold.
Start with a snowball or two, watch as they grow,
When you get down and roll them nice and low.

Run inside and grab some buttons and a carrot,
but before you go back outside don't forget to feed your parrot.
Once you're back outside don't miss a beat and get right back to work.
It may be cold and you may miserable, but don't forget to walk with some perk!

Stack small snow ball on medium snow ball and medium snow ball on big.
Arrange the buttons as a face and if you're feeling extra add a wig.
Now take a step back, admire your snow man.
Even if you don't like him, he's still your greatest fan.
Dec 18

The RMS Titanic

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
Her bow was sleek and polished by waves.
The ocean lapped against her shining hull.
Her smoke stacks puffed merrily
As she mournfully said goodbye to her homeland
One last time.
Her lights flickered on
And her passengers strolled across the plush carpets.
The richest enjoyed comforts beyond the wildest dreams
Of the poor who were stacked like animals
In places reserved for the baggage.
But she had no control over her people choices
The obvious caste system
That left peole starving.
So she gave herself to the sea
And the lives of others
So the world would remember.
Sinking
Sinking to the bottom of the sea.
Though she is gone
She is still beautiful in her own way.
 
Dec 18
JEFF's picture

unique


Each snowflake is unique.
Yet when one falls,
for the first and final time,
no one mourns it.
Why is this?
Each human is unique,
But the same
Rules do not apply.
 
Dec 18
poem 0 comments challenge: Snow

The Vermont of Your Dreams

Vermont's rolling hills
Were frosted like cupcakes
As their century old secrets
Were buried by the falling snow.
Rosy cheeks,
Bright against the greyness of the sky.
Laughter ringing like bells
For all to hear.
The lake was frosted over
By mist and fog
And the wind rolled apon its glassy surface
Like the breeze against a drangonfly's winds.
Most people only see
The wet, cloudy sky
And the colorless earth.
But if you open your eyes to new possiblities
You will see the rainbow has fallen
Onto the snow
And is lighting up the world.
And the sky is full of fluffy white clouds
And the radient sun illuminates the smiles of its people.
This is the Vermont that you have to look to see.
This is the Vermont of your dreams.
 
Dec 18

This Train on Which We Stand

The home we wait for
Has unknown coordinates
And we have no clue where we are.
We stand, tired and impatient,
For there’s no seat for those who dream
Aboard this train of reality
Through the window,
Rain’s all I see
A haunting reminder
Of dreams that many have abandoned.
But when I reach home,
There shall be no rain.
Just you and I,
Waiting for that one message
Of support.
The closer we get,
The heavier the rain.
Our minds scrambled
And us two scared that our dreams
Have been corrupted by this
Overwhelming idea
Of reality.
Our childhood memories only bring
About the dreams we had
Yet this rain won’t let up.
We’ve been on this train far too long
But the conductor won’t stop.
The people are average
And their eyes so dull
They all look like Porcelain dolls
And I’m too afraid to move.
Just one touch is all it would take
Dec 18

I knew it was right

Okay so I love my mom and 
I'm proud of my family and
I adore my best friend and
I have this house that I call home and 
my cat, oh he's the sweetest and
even the cracks in the ceiling at my school are familiar and
I know the noises the stairs will make when I walk up them 
but
here's the thing. 

When we were driving really fast
in that black Uber car
away from New York City,
everything that I knew started to melt and 
for some reason,
this feeling in my chest rose up
and I knew it was right. 

I think I knew it all along. 
 
Dec 18

Letting it Slide

I felt more important than I should have,
but I was weating my blue suit and
I felt like the next freaking president of the United States
so I let it slide. 

We walked into the Starbucks and
ordered the sweetest drinks on the menu,
you know, 
the holiday ones with the pretty paper to-go cups. 

We also asked for whipped cream 
but  then we couldn't find a seat
until a man got up and walked off with his laptop. 

We quickly sat down and our drinks were suddenly at our lips, 
and I grimiced because my sweet, rich drink wasn't 
sweet at all. 

It was bitter, but then again even the air tasted bitter.
So I let it slide. 







 
Dec 18
Kittykatruff's picture

Tired


When your head hangs low
And expectations drag you down,
And your shoulders sag sadly
Mirroring your discontented frown,
How you do keep going
When you feel so tired?
How do your feet plod on
When you're uninspired?
 
Dec 18
poem 1 comment challenge: Snow
Kittykatruff's picture

Breathless

Winter is beautifully cruel—
A glittering knife 
slicing hope in half,
wild winds battering, smashing,
tearing shingles off rooftops,
hail smacking icy pavement
and shattering car windows.

Winter is so elegant, a dancer on pointe
Gliding on tip-toes, leaving a 
trail of frost,
yet also dangling icy daggers on the 
edges of roofs, stringing them about town
as tinsel placed delicately on trees.

Winter is deceptive; I go outside
and take a breath of fresh, freezing air,
my eyes open wide and snowflakes hold my attention,
twirling down, down, down to the snow-covered ground.
I take a step of jubliation, but fall right through—
Down, down, down, sinking lower and lower,
trapped in the beauty I yet admired.

The icy crystals were so wonderful,
so perfect and glimmering, so prettily arranged,
they left me breathless 
under the weight of my admiration,