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
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
Mar 25
hochanan's picture

Hey lemon!

Never Alone
Is what I am.
Never quite home
Is where I stand.
Among the lost and never found,
Nevermore Homeward bound.
Attempting to avoid Finial rest,
I failed life’s wretched test.
To stand up, tall and proud,
To reach high and touch a cloud.
So keep this in mind,
You lemon rind.
Don’t be so sour.
Your veins flow with awesome power.
Mar 25

We Are Learning There is More to Life than Breath

I've been dreaming of him lately
and for the past three years. 

I understand living has everything
to do with dying
and not the other way around. 

I am aware there is irony
in sleeping till noon
and staying up past midnight. 

I am aware most people
are helpless or hopeless
or both. 

I understand that music is not the solution
to loneliness
or love
or falling out of either. 

We are learning that most questions
are rhetorical. 

I never want to wake up. 
Mar 25

An Apple

A wormy apple dead and rotten
The insides filled with flame
The outside looks a crispy red
But nothing is the same.

It is corrupted into monster’s flesh
Each hole an echoing tomb
Where fingers greedily suck the juice away
And seal this apple’s doom.

Twisted under countless feet
It resents the ground and tree
For all this sweet fruit really wanted
Was to grown and thus be free.

So remember when you pick your fruit
The inside may be cursed.
For each of us have our own worms
Some bad and some
Way
Way
Worse.

 
Mar 25

I won't lie

I will not love you until the end of time, 
because I can't. 

None of us will see the end of time, 
the end of the universe as we know it. 

we will never see when the stars go dark 
because of the expansion and we can
no longer see the galaxies that were once so close. 

we will never see future civilizations rise and fall, 
a clash of wars across a desolate Earth. 

we will never see when the human race dies and there is simply 
a lonely planet with the remains of computers that long fizzled out. 

Maybe there will nothing there to realize that 
it is the end, and the entire world simply goes 
in a quiet sort of peace. 

We will never see anything past our maybe 80 years of lifespan, 
so I will not love you until the end of the universe because I can't. 

And maybe I won't even love you the rest of my life 
Mar 25

A Bond For Life

That ring on your finger;
What does it mean to you?
That ring is supposed to signify
An everlasting bond between a man and a woman;
It is the symbol of an undying love.
Unfortunately, that ring doesn't mean much
To many, many people.
When they say "For better or for worse",
They only really mean for the better.
It saddens me to see marriages
Break and die,
Since marriage is a holy and sacred bond for life.
 
Mar 25

My Shadow

Peter Pan's shadow followed him around;
Mine does the same.
It plays little tricks on me,
Laughing its' silent laugh when it fools me.
It thinks it can get away with trying to run from me,
But it can never escape.
It is my shadow;
It cannot run away.
We must stick together through
Thick and thin;
We were meant to go through this life
Together;
We will go through hell together,
My shadow and I.
Mar 25

When the Sun Rises

I'll be next you to 
When the sun rises.
I'll be sleeping with you
When the sun rises.
I'll be waking up next to you
When the sun rises.
I'll be by your side
When the sun rises.
We'll be together
When the sun rises.
You and me, forever;
When the sun rises.

 
Mar 25

Up All Night

Up all night worrying about
You.
It's well past midnight; going on
One A.M.
Where in the world could you be,
Dear one?
Why haven't you come home yet?
Come back before the dawn
B  R  E  A  K  S  ;
For I will be gone when the sun
Rises.
Mar 25
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Philadelphia 4:51

You are laying on the sofa.
Your brown hair is in a gorgeous contrast with the white blanket.

The sky is blue,
The buildings are beige and huge,
Green trees, little, here and there.

Your eyes are closed.
What are you dreaming of?

The sun fills out the room,
Then again, hides behind a cloud.
People are wandering.

You are asleep and all quiet.
I can see your chest moving;

Slowly, up and down.
It reminds me of the wind behind the walls.
What I see, resembles an artwork.

You in Philadelphia.

 
Mar 25
poem 0 comments challenge: Frost

Measure

I saw a bird, big and red bellied,

On a green stalk of grass, a worm in its beak,

A treat on a morning so gray and bleak,

Savored and brought to a nest for a feast,

So minuscule as it is to a beast.