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Details | Free verse |

Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


Details | Triolet |

At Winter's End

At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth. Forlornness fades; renewal wins at winter’s end! Sweet hope begins to scatter seeds that blossom mirth as sun looks down at us and grins! At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

The Fall of The Winter King

The Fall of The Winter King    

He had risen to power
fueled by a vicious and ruthless determination
to reclaim a lost throne.

His tactics had stunned the unsuspecting,
laid barren the fields,
blanketed the forest,
silenced the sounds of life itself.

A dictator, seeking no counsel,
accepting no offers of surrender,
driven by the desire to destroy
the kingdom that had usurped his throne.

Rumors spread of a daring bud – sprouting -
a tune hummed by the imprisoned trees
adrift on the whipping winds of war
in defiance of the heartless king.
A call to arms sounded
by the most gentle, the most delicate.

The first acts of open rebellion,
The resounding crack of the ice jamb
the aching roar of the river’s rage
surging over its banks
awakening those still held captive.

Slowly the insurrection took root
buds gathered in hidden clusters,
trees quietly bloomed
muffling the screeching gales,
offering safety to bands of rebels.
Flocks of warblers met -
feathered archers - hurling their
darting arrows against the glare
of a cold king’s horror.

Sweet grasses spread across
the brown, despoiled fields -
a verdant gauntlet tossed in the face of dread.
Flowers crept from thawing dungeons
waving their colors,
swarms of banished pollinators
followed the call to duty.

The ebb and flow of battle -
frosted retreats,
clandestine sunrise maneuvers.
The resurgence of heart,
the growing hope of warmth.

As memory of the chilled repression
faded preparation was made
to receive the beauty and bounty
of a new and peaceful King. 


John G. Lawless
1/11/2015

For SKAT’s Winter’s End – Poetry Contest

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015


Details | Couplet |

A Day When Winter Said Goodbye



In the midst of morn she quietly rose to greet the dawn of silent repose She searched beyond the frozen hills and through the bough's of crystal frills She danced in dream as clouds rolled by in hopes the sun would pierce the sky As moments passed nil of light the wind kicked up with all it's might In tumbling turmoil the west winds raged in fluttering beauty to turn the page Within a breath a single sigh the Winter wrath had waved goodbye As sunlight burned of velvet white upon her face a shaft of light... ______________________________________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Celebration - Winter to Spring


Celebration - Winter to Spring


We celebrate spring equinox
   that day in March, at winter's end,
when spring awakens, resurrects
    with brand new landscape to attend.

Our winter days brought time to rest
   with colder days and pristine snow.
Her barren beauty did present
   that peaceful quiet, subdued glow.

Neath icy ground and bare dry limbs
   our winter was asleep at rest.
But oh, the glory in her womb
   as springtime stirs the winter nest.

Spring season is a magic time;
   from winter's dole new life is born,
and budding leaves on branch and vine
   bring forth new image every morn.

New hope, new promise, spring has come;
   we celebrate this brand new start
with warmer days, green grass, blue sky...
   we feel the rebirth in our heart.

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Celebration
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/03/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Bloodstained Leaves of Autumn

The bloodstained leaves of autumn fall like snow upon the threshold of the dying glow of summer whose conception shining rose from breath of tangerines, but now must go the way of brilliant life in last repose. See not as dismal early closing day when falling shadows kneel as if to pray before the altar of a fading sun when summer's fragrant whisper turns to gray and blooming of the roses soon is done. See not as piteous alders weeping when October's taunting gusts are leaping and one by one pluck memories away of magenta dawns that would come creeping and sweep us into reveries of May. Indeed, for lilac dreams there is a cost. Now we must bear the looming winter frost. Though raven wings will hover upon drifts of powder, rest assured not all is lost for soon enough grow April's chartreuse gifts. 2nd Place Rhyme Time with 5 Contest Sponsor: Laura Loo Posted and Entered: 9/22/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring

                                      Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring


                                            Fallen, down and out
                                     Frozen, not dead nor decayed
                                           Rising, faith with wings!













                                               Kim Patrice Nunez
                                               November 15,2014

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Pantoum |

Mileage on My Heart

The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Recycled emotions are undesirable

I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
Recycled emotions are undesirable
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame

My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
What happened to those days? You were my special man
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan

What happened to those days? You were my special man
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink

Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread


By Carolyn Devonshire
For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |

Winter's End

Mountains put away their winter caps.
In warm sun, soon they'll take their naps.
Rivers stuffed full of melting snow;
running swift to trim, then they will slow.
Brooks frozen silent, now breaking free
to babble on their way to warming sea.
Lakes throw back thick icy covers;
their warm waves calling swimmers and lovers.
Smoke, donning perfume of fireplace logs,
now wears a new scent of burgers and hot dogs.
Trees, that for months have been stripped bare;
knitting dresses of green, they're soon to wear.
Spring hastens in beautiful gardens to tend.
New lives begin at Winter's end.
01/16/15 Contest: Winter's End Sponsor: Skat A

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |

Spring Forward 2

There once was a seed in the ground
Waiting for Spring to come around
Her patience gave way
Came up anyway
Now she is frozen to the ground

Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Waiting In The Wing

Sunbeams weave in-between
twigs of skeletal trees.
And a web of shadows
dance with each feisty breeze.

A silver sky shimmers
like cheap carnival glass.
And a fickle sun is
too weak for blades of grass.

Snow accumulates on
branches that crack and break.
And bow down to the ground
with the weight of each flake.

Sugar maples run dry
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen aren’t melting
frozen in Winter's grip.

Spring's not on stage just yet
she's waiting in the wing.
And I can hardly wait
for the flowers She’ll bring. 

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

CELEBRATION OF SPRING

We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last! Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze! Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime! Contest: Celebration Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 03~30~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

a long winter ends

A long winter ends
Flowers prism the sunshine
Life begins anew

Copyright © Allen Mersereaux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terzanelle |

Seasons promise

 Trees stand silently and bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though  sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees stand silently and bare 
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
                                 ~~
  Written on: 11/11/ 2012 
 Contest Judged On: 4/30/16







Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

SEASONS REMEMBERED

Spring arrived with life anew,
Fledglings hatched - then away they flew,
Bees gathered nectar from flowers of blue,
Morning grass glistened with sparkling dew!

Summer brought in the warmth of the sun,
Toasted marshmallows - went for a run,
Melted a s'more - put a ‘dog in a bun,
Memories were made - just having fun!

Autumn burst forth in magnificent show,
Dressed up the trees with a bright crimson glow,
'Til breezes thieved and north winds did blow, 
Lacing leaf tapestries 'neath branches below!

Winter invaded with chilling plight,
Clouds coveted stars and obscured the moon’s light,
Thunder crackled - lightning danced at night,
As tranquility fell in a blanket of white-

Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

WINTER HEXSONNETTA

The snowflakes gently fall on gardens dull and grey. White blanket spread today the gusty winds bring squall. With snowmen built so tall young children love to play! Cold winter chills are felt. Of summer days we dream beside a sprightly stream. The icy snow will melt then nature’s charms are dealt and jeweled flowers gleam. To everyone’s delight our world’s no longer white. Contest Hexsonetta Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 08~20~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart their thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad

Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Seasons

Spring is rain, covered in rain.
Blooming flowers and sinus pain.
Need a jacket? Or break a sweat?
No one knows, you take that bet.

Summer is a dreadful time.
Clothing options are borderline crime.
Kids are a bored, dirty mess.
Every bug is in excess.

Autumn has the perfect weather,
And plenty a social get-together.
Kids are back to school, and clean.
Colorful trees paint the best scene.

Winter has the fewest bugs.
And who can resist the fireplace rugs?
Everyone’s clothed, the air is clear.
And best of all, Christmas is here!

 

Copyright © KL Williams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

WINTER SPRING

Wind howling at my window.
I shiver and pull on my duvet slack.
Night greets me as I go to work and back.
Then proceed to light all sources of heat.
Engage in knitting in my fireside seat.
Retreated to warmth of cosy cottage.

Surprise at tender buds in garden.
Peel off all those extra layers.
Return of sunshine thanks to prayers.
Invigorating walks on country lanes.
Noting daffodils and crocus again.
Grateful that Spring is in the air.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Sight of Winter and Spring

The ice sheets on lakes are slowly thawing;
the sight resembles a glass separating
the water world from the dry world.

Green is gradually dominating the white
that covered the trees.

Snowmen are slowly disappearing,
melting away into the earth.

Icicles glitter like diamonds in the faint
sunlight, glowing in the midst of clouds.

Legends about snow monsters and snow people
are losing taste to children;
they want stories about mysteries
that spring carry with it.

Earth oozes with the scent of rebirth.

Easter bunnies are appearing everywhere
in the shops,
their Easter eggs surpassing chicken eggs
in numbers.

We are in Winter and Spring...




Date: 16/03/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Winter to Spring

   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.


Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

winter,summer, spring, and fall

First of all I am going to tell you a story about the four seasons,
winter summer spring and fall,

Its a story not to forget at all and it is easy to remember that
Fall is a season that likes it cool, the nice wind blowing as all the leaves make sounds as they hit the ground,

And Winter it's a season of snow with the frosty nicknames that everyone knows.

And Summer is the hotest season of all,bringing up the heat so much you  wish it was still fall.

Now spring is the prettyest season I have seen, where everything is blooming and growing green.Its a season where all  the birds start singing cause of the joy they have had with winter,summer, spring, and fall....

Copyright © Jane Kostman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Winter's Final Gasp

Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.

Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled down,
climate does not encumber.

Signs of season everywhere;
glassy ice and icy glass.
Crisp, consoling cracks ring out;
the crunch of frost-crusted grass.

Deep within the forest’s womb,
hidden seeds of life gestate.
Once this weather does improve,
eager to embrace their fate.

Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads;
late frost strikes a grievous blow.
Others will soon take their place,
bursting from the soil below.

Wisps of freezing fog linger;
this last vestige Jack did grasp.
But ‘tis futile, this foray;
Winter’s final, feeble, gasp.

--------------------------------------

(C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017

Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017)
(3rd Place)

Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Seasons of My Writing

I can’t speak for every writer
of prose and poetry,
but from my own experience
this is what pertains to me.
As there are seasons in the natural,
some lovely, some not so inviting;
the same thing occurs when it comes to my pen.
There are seasons of my writing.

I’ve been through some winter like seasons
longing for inspiring urge,
but my pen felt cold and lifeless
almost like a funeral dirge.
These times of seeming deadness
when it appeared there was no inspiration,
although some of them lasted for years,
were really stages of hibernation.

Then at last there came a thawing,
a melting of my frosted pen;
sap that lay so still and dormant,
miraculously flowing again.
Suddenly, my quill, alive with bloom
and flowing like a fountain.
Free verse, limerick and haiku
come skipping over the mountain.
Poetry it starts to bloom
of various hue and shade,
stirring refrains and ballads 
that sweetly serenade.
The forms that now are breaking forth
to me, they might be new,
a villanelle, a tyburn or perhaps a clerihew.

Then spring gives way to summer
with weather oh so warm;
palm trees and sweltering breeze
an easy feeling in my form.
Those hot August nights can quickly pass
with refreshing iced tea in my poet’s glass.

Then on into the next season
for fall, it now is time.
The colors are slowly fading.
Still there’s reason in my rhyme.
Hot apple cider, the pumpkin patches
And gloriously fun hay rides,
the air is stiff and cooler
yet inspiration continues to abide.

Finally, it’s ‘round to winter again,
and in spite of the holiday hustle;
it seems my pen has fallen asleep
and will not move a muscle.
I may feel unproductive
and like I’m really sluffing,
but it’s at this time God reminds me
that without Him I am nothing.
So, I’ll read and wait and pray
until God sees fit, and then,
when the timing is just right
He will send me spring again!

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Winter Cries

When spring arrives quickly, winter cries
The snow melts, flowing down the streets
Filling the brooks where gurgling waterfalls sing
From the banks while birds in the trees are watching

The tear dampened ground holds the tears 
Like a friend, holding out their open hands
To catch your emotions at just the right time
As they spill into bright new beginnings

Last bits of winter are left behind, stranded
In patches of snow on wet flattened grass
The sunshine beats down, warmth, rejuvenation
As remnants melt into the hours of winter’s goodbye

Heidi Sands
4/11/17


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | Pantoum |

In Slumber they Abide

 
 The snow laden garden lies in frozen repose
   Dreams which once bloomed in spring
 These now slumber with the rose
  But what will tomorrow bring

 Dreams which once bloomed in spring
 In slumber they abide
 But what will tomorrow bring
 Beautiful blooms that wont subside

 In slumber they abide
 But soon they will rise
 Beautiful blooms that wont subside
 Soon to rise like a phoenix before our eyes

 But soon they will rise
 Yet now they sweetly sleep
 Soon to rise like a phoenix before our eyes
 Covered now in snowflakes deep

 Yet now they sweetly sleep
 These now slumber with the rose
 Covered now in snowflakes deep
 The snow laden garden lies in frozen repose
                       ---
   
 6/13/17

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose |

Do you have to go

Autumn leaves fall together with Spring rain,
Temperature drops to Winter in the middle of Summer,
A flock of crows perch on the rundown castle,
The horizon disappears,
Ocean waves suddenly build up washing me away from shore
Beaches ain't music no more,
Food ain't symbolic and music just ain't nostalgic. 
Body is now just a hollow space with no soul in it. 

When you are not around.
Everything changes. 

May 2017

Copyright © Abidah Mahri | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

Winter Solstice

Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.

Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.

Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.

The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!
~*~

01/'14

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2014