Best Slush Poems

“ You know; you look like someone else ”
Was the first thing she said
I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of

Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle
And its flame lay in all the rivulets of melted wax  

We were the...

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I'm never really in a rush
To traipse through gushy, mushy slush
Like that on any city street
Where puddles form from melting sleet.

The passing traffic sends up sprays
Of wetness that's seen better days
To splatter on your favorite coat
(And splash avoidance seems remote).

So in your boots just stride...

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Brown late winter slush
Wrapping roads in lukewarm hugs
Gloomily cozy...

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(a 7-5 Trochee)

Snow falls down; then comes the rain.
Wet flakes fall and drown
when that rain, like a refrain
once again comes down.

Then I step onto the street.
There's no snow to crush.
Mere shoes don't protect one's feet
from cold puddled slush!


For the "The Doesn't fit" Poetry Contest of...

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I run through the white
Winter snow
Running from you
You want me to do horrible things
With you
Trudging through snow
Very hard thing to do
You shout out my name
I keep going
A shot is fired
I scream
It hadn't hit me
You call my name
Telling me to come back
I don't listen
To you
If I...

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The Chef who jerks off in the soup
Speeds up the conversion to poop
It adds to the taste
But not to the waist
Though your chicken noodle may droop...

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Like a mouth full to drooling,
the day sucks boots and tires 
sloshing remnants of Winter debris
beside the slush filled paths.

Dreary beyond hope of snowballs
Dangerous beyond the pristine slip of skate.
No possible good emotion can come
would dare revel in the mess.

With half frozen tears the sky...

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Susan Lawrence wanted to know
The life of an old Eskimo
He got so excited
His igloo ignited
And melted away in the snow...

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I watched the snow fall
As it grasped the tree branches
It left a wonderland here

I watched the rain fall
As it washed tree branches bare
The slush on the ground is deep


Heidi  Sands 

1/13/23

Olaced 4th in The Winter Sedoka Contest.  Sponsor:  Charles Messina...

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Oh! how we love the Christmas
Tree
So decorated for all to
See

The holly too with it’s berries
Bright
And the snow so crisp and
White

But not Jack Frost who nips your
Nose
Or the slush that wets your
Toes 

Nor the wind that burns your
Ears 
And also fills your eyes with
Tears

Though winter time...

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This morning’s slush is melting
From last night’s dust of snow
Which, since it wasn’t pelting,
Left little trace, although…

Some little mounds keep clinging
To surfaces of grass,
Enough for snowball flinging
Before the urge might pass.

This weather’s awfully fickle – 
It almost feels like spring,
But it’s more like a tickle,
Awaiting...

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winter's white turns rain 
puddles fill to brim with slush 
soggy socks need washed...

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snow melting slowly 
drops of water fall from car 
snow turns into slush...

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Life filled with a feeling of happiness 
With dirt, slush, sordidness 
The cleanliness existing apart 
From everything else in the yard
The ambience of soggy topsoil
Feeling so complete thus mindful 
Not one worry 
No agony 
In mud with dandy doggie...

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