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Welcome
to the Haiku Inn
These haiku poems are submitted
by those visiting our site. Please feel free to submit
your haiku here... |
The Rocksstars in Doom
Investing time in people
Bowie Bank builds bombs
- Anonymous |
Each sun aggravates
sadness moment by moment:
watching lonely street
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Sitting cross-legged
the Hutch receptionist
behind the glass
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Spring returns:
autumn in my courtyard
unending
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Two butterflies rest
on the butterfly tattooed
on her sunning back
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fallen from the ear
slightly above the shoulder
creating bling-bling
- KPX, Northern NJ, USA |
The chill of winter
Fills my lungs and slows the world
A dormant rebirth
- Brian Keppinger, Longview WA, USA |
The hairy critters
Dancing among the tree tops
Munch on Bananas
- Brian Keppinger, Longview WA, USA |
i must be dreaming
the ocean has clashed with land
the earth is speaking
- Alexander Williamson, Whittier CA |
Pain, lame pain of love ones
Release the pressure.
Let me breathe!
- Zoran, London |
To reach the branch
raising her other arm--
twisted hibiscus
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Pausing between bites
on the guava tree
the parrots
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Dew covers the grass.
Old Glory drapes the casket.
Taps cries out mournfully.
- Wayne Macke, Connecticut |
picking peaches, warm
and heavy as a baby
asleep in my arms
- Plaxy Folland South Australia |
Her shapely figure
in orange blouse and blue jeans
strained at the hips
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Frogs sunning on lily pad
as the dragonflys go by
and ladybugs fly
- Anonymous |
2005
downloaded more than listened
feel bloated and sad
- tom hull uk |
Haiku is not taught.
Don't ask the frog or the moon.
It's the moment now.
- Able, San Antonio, TX, USA |
Four red candles burn
their flames bending too and fro
each alone, like them
- Anonymous |
Forbidden Goodbye
Promotes our season to change
Great hope lies ahead
- Katy Bee, Australia |
Smell of sweet cedar.
Short path leading to blue bench.
Ginger, bright yellow.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
West-mind tries to say
Something. East-mind says:
Listen to the wind.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
The bee was drowning.
I offered a dry leaf.
It seemed important.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Who teaches haiku?
Is it the moon in autumn
or the belching frog?
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
An old dry snakeskin
now blending into the earth.
No memories there.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Literary life!
Throw it away while you can.
Make friends with the sea.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
No comparisons
for this feeling of deep loss.
Dry creek. Dead branches.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
December evening.
From a bare sycamore branch
the white moon ascends.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Tintoretto clouds.
Any moment now, cherubs
may fall from the blue.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Blue heron. Red koi.
Two hawks circle overhead.
Cat watches and waits.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
December morning.
Frost sparkles on black rooftops.
Silence. Nothing moves.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Leaden autumn sky.
Explosion of raucous crows
and sycamore leaves.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
I am the white owl!!!
Coming down fast to get you!!!
My little grey mouse!!!!
- Able, San Antonio, TX, USA |
Ruby maple leaves
catch the last fire of the day.
Commuters crawl home.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA |
Parchment pale full moon
rising through pines and pink clouds,
Caught in dark branches.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
The stream, Buddha's tongue,
red autumn leaves, His body.
The chill wind, His breath.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
Happiness, come in.
Warm yourself by my small fire.
Tell me your story.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
Evening. Deep stillness.
Far away, a slow freight train.
Outside, black sky. Stars.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
Deep sapphire blue sky.
White impressions of slow clouds.
Listen! Church bells! Noon.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
Sunrise pink jet trail
Blazes across morning sky.
Crows fight, squirrels chitter.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
New moon. Diamond star.
Lanterns glow along a path.
Sudden wind! Door slams.
- Alex Noble, CA, USA..."Coyote Haiku" |
She is far away
Absence.. The heart grows fonder
Love.. is here to stay
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Abel San Antonio Tx to Saori in Japan. |
I saw him walk by
visions of the Magdalene
battle starts again
- L.D. |
his name was noble
our hearts may have been truthful
but we'll never know
- lotus |
Days after the 'quake
staring at the rubble--
a homeless widow
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the vibrant red rose
the red is the first to see,
do not forget thorns
- Anonymous |
A bulbul
watching from the snapped twig--
empty street
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Swiftly passes by
a yellow snake on the grass---
moistened trail of love
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cold buds awaken
heavy clouds huddle from wind
carpets of blossom
- Donald H. Meikle of Winnetuxet Junction Halifax, MA 02338 |
The window is grey.
Pitter patter sounds the rain.
I fall back to sleep.
- Abel, San Antonio, TX, USA |
Behold, Butterly!
Your time is come. Spring is here.
Rise! Wake the world!
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Rainsong. Needs no words
no written notes to
sing a message. Peace
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Haiku. Seventeen
syllables forming pictures
in questioning minds
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Tastier my tea
with her one sip
I keep the cup
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In my dying day
I will laugh and cry for you
On my happy day
- Abel San Antonio Tx |
In the winter grey
I sleep in the floating mist
Alas!! A leaf falls
- Abel San Antonio Tx |
Writing with strands of
watery hair on her bare back
a love haiku
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Independence Day -
the poster of Gandhi
rather faded
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the full moon mounts
the slope of it's fine orbit
drenched in orange
- p.nicholson |
margaret schaefler
in my arms under venus
the morning star
- p.nicholson |
Lego Building Blocks
Architectural wonder
Late night bare foot pain
- Reggie Holder - Birmingham |
Not for me the rain
Give me some tea and let me
watch from the window
- Vidya Sigamany, Chennai, India |
In ten hours I see
The mountains and the rivers
In one train journey
- Vidya Sigamany, Chennai, India |
jewel in the water
matches my spring kimono
hiding place for koi
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nectar in its throat
the hidden promise of spring
to my tongue revealed
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built by his own hand
grandpa gone the barn remains
fading memories
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not even waiting
til evening cool chases heat
noisy cicadas
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by my windowsill
softly plucking the koto
golden moon rising
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Walk to the Ocean
Infinity calls to you
Bathe in the glory
- Mark Arakaki, Seattle, WA, USA |
Fly from the Mainstream
Deviation Migration
Flow to the center
- Mark Arakaki, Seattle, WA, USA |
Windblown and Lonely
You look to the western sky
The future comes here
- Mark Arakaki, Seattle, WA, USA |
What little time spent
Watching her grow so quickly
Now becomes a bride
- okaasa, USA |
morning sun
coloring sky and snow <>
bamboo dancing
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freefall in white mists
forward anonymous back
rivers flow unseen
- Mike, England |
cemetery path --
under the cherry blossoms
one black umbrella
- Laryalee Fraser, British Columbia, Canada |
tulip festival--
the colours of all the cars
in the parking lot
- Michael Dylan Welch (WelchM@aol.com), Sammamish, Washington, USA |
meteor shower . . .
a gentle wave
wets our sandals
- Michael Dylan Welch (WelchM@aol.com) |
ANWR saved for wildlife
Its proctection pushed aside
Now bleeds crude for U.S.
- Peter Hill Boyer |
i sit in my cube
yearn for the mountains and fish
bee cee tee oh five
- d. shelton, san francisco |
Spring's child skips slowly
One step forward of normal
Not so hollow man
- Jon Powell, England |
Their paths cut through glass
unopposed ripples pushing
back reaching to shore.
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animals abound
wreaking pain upon my mind
Mishima, my shield
- Jon Powell, England |
When blood runs cold, dry
am I just the deeds I've done
or spring's child again
- Jon Powell, England |
sitting in silence
Daruma meditating
in Japanese
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sacred tender dream
soaring, overwhelming
embrace me and hold love
- Jon Powell, England |
Dance on the razor
Poverty is not distant
One paycheck away
- D.C Risley, Tulsa, OK |
Fresh scrolls of spring rain,
foam calligraphy in streams.
Love poems to the sea.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
Raindrops on jasmine,
diamonds in the morning sun.
The chirping of frogs.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
Jasmine. Gardenias.
Tangerine and orange blossoms.
Suddenly, it's spring!
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
Here,
two rivers meet.
O, fair city. O, Bagdhad.
Tomb of innocents.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
That was
a cafe.
Friends were having dinner.
Now, a rubble heap.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
Quick
white butterfly
There, in the honeysuckle,
A flying flower!
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
A dove
coos, bullfrogs
croak -- deepening shadows grow,
announce blue twilight.
- R. L. Boyer |
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Sunset
comes early.
Nighttime is not far behind.
Another day, gone.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
I thirst
for silence,
Deep, healing oblivion,
Place beyond all words.
- Alex Noble, CA
USA |
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