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to the Haiku Inn
These haiku poems are submitted
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Litterate
they say
To that I enjoy saying
Refrigerator
- Veritas Black |
Songs
of Autumn lie
With the few colors scattered
On the greying ground
- Veritas Black |
Light
Breaks Through Windows
The Fight Against Storms Won
It Finds A Way Home
- Laurel, Florida,
USA |
Screaming
and shouting
Killing and fighting for life
My cousins are here
- Veritas Black |
The
dark is rising
The light is fading to dim
Areas grow grey
- Anonymous |
Roses
fall on snow
Leaving beauty on the breeze
Even in the chill
- Anonymous |
Summer
winds wating
For Autumn to come again
Embrace like lovers
- Veritas Black |
Rain,
rain, go away
Come again another day
I am getting wet
- Brendan Brewster,
Brisbane, Qld, Australia |
Luna
gazes down,
A face more beautiful than life
far away,she weeps.
- Montana Beecroft,
Mill Valley CA |
Submissive
white mist
Hot sun thrusting through the clouds
Color was their child
- Title Rainbow
- Taiken |
Silver
orb, staring,
Glowing bright, the feral howl
Of laughing madmen.
- Blue-Eyed
Devil |
to
the sea. to see
moebius strip overcast
cut occam's razor
- tpd |
Flirtatious
woman
Make me grin from ear to ear
You inspire me.
- Diana Montague,
Egypt |
early
morning sun
illuminates blades of grass
the world is awake
- funambulist |
stars
shine regardless
of the number of people
caring to look up
- funambulist |
never
be afraid
to leap; the edges of cliffs
crumble for still feet
- funambulist |
you
are loved you are
loved you are loved you are loved
you are loved, always
- funambulist |
The
cold, calmed breeze speaks
Peace it brings to my cursed mind
Fear I shall not have
- Anonymous |
parfum
des lilas -
la voisine attend son linge au soleil du matin
- Damien Gabriels |
Night
sky is early
the moon will not show herself
"now is the new me"
- R. A. Espino Philippines |
With scarf in bare back
plucking hibiscus in sun Kali worshippper
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India; profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Give
me one reason
Why I should not retreat now
Before I fail you.
- Matt lothe |
今夜星
丘まで見える
輝いて
- Fakhmi Wahyudi,Indonesia |
At
the journey's end
Discarded bag of wine gums
Only green ones left
- Patrick. UK |
Through
the winter mists
a light I see, unbidden,
yet welcome and warm.
- Howard Moon,
Sacramento CA |
Sea
Dragon's fire breath
Makes Phoenix wet from high tide
On hot summer day
- D. Nathan
Cain, Yokosuka, Japan |
Lonely
sunrise--
birds fly away in search
of worms in ash
- R.K.Singh,
India . profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Across
the meadow
Through the dense of morning mist
A path to Bielefeld
- Valentino
Schlenz - Bielefeld, Deutschland |
Frail
cherry blossom
Birthday like summers of our youth
Sweet and soon departs
- Chesley V.
Morton - Atlanta, Georgia |
No
seas, no water.
Still, ships continue to float.
Holding many things.
- Matas Levickas
LT |
Summer's wilting sun,
somnolently retreating
to night's dominion
- Morgan John Owen - Merthyr Tydfil - UK |
Cold water overhead
rising to breathe the air
wanting nothing more
- J.D. Louisville, KY |
the
calm winds make the
lovely trees follow the path
so do the blossoms
- Emma Baly
CA, USA |
pretty
blossom trail
with pink and purple flowers
make the trail alive
- chloe CA, Fresno |
Drink
from the toilet
Refreshing yellow water
Now my tummy hurts
- John McCain,
one of my many houses |
Lovely
blossom trail
with bright and sunny colors
makes the scene go wild
- chloe CA, Fresno |
Nude vernal Spring leaves
clinging tightly to their stems--
lulled by Summer's warmth
- Felipe Mejia, Coral Springs |
Heads roll on the floor
laughing out loud with my Zeds
No Nature's Allowed!
|
flowers are blooming
bursts of colors come alive
fragrant smells around
- sanchez power! south gate, california |
count five syllables
you have enough for a line
now think of the rest
- sporn |
a
few snowflakes at dawn
my fat clothes
in the cedar chest
- Jamie Sweeney,
Clifton Heights, Pennsylvania |
a
round moon
rises early this evening--
pale creeper
- R.K.Singh,
Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
the
truth shows its face
right through sunday's quiet rain:
i am all alone
- Anonymous |
The
silky snow flake
floating silently downwards
caresses my face
- Simran Solomon
Islands |
If
God had Facebook
"Our relationship," would say
"It's complicated."
- Jesse Quick,
Santa Cruz |
springtime
promenade
sundrenched rivers of perfume
tomorrow? who cares?
- dombrecken@gmail.com |
suddenly
a girl
sunshine, perfume, swaying hips
my poor heart explodes
- dombrecken@gmail.com |
soft
city lights shine
and those velvet heaven stars-
the eyes of strangers.
- dombrecken@gmail.com |
insistent
ocean
you beguile me with your dreams
beckoning always
- dombrecken@gmail.com |
Gentle
forest path
whisp'ring pools of light, green gold
butterflies birdsong
- dominic, on the road |
Thoughts
like autumn leaves
twist into fluttering piles
or drift on alone
- Dominic, on
the road. |
Empty mailbox
nightmarish loneliness
search continues
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Struggling through the snow
Far far from the home I know
Dreaming of real warmth
- Ben Thib Londonderry, NH |
The
candle wax melts,
drips down around its edges,
remnants of its life.
|
the
light glazed pond leaves
gently showering birdsong
now sun, welcome warmth
- nancy |
The
spring time sun shines
Walking the usual route ...
On my way to work
- Anonymous |
High
in the sky
Floating, falling to the ground
A snow flake
- Brad Syracuse
NY |
The
old man
leaving the cemetery
pulling a fast one.
- Rob E. CA |
The
third day of rain.
Reflected in the window
a boy's gloomy face
- Rob E. CA |
so
daffie-dillies
your incongrousness is
somewhat incorrigible
- Elisabeth
Gertz |
Fallen
wet leaves lay
like broken shards of glass.
The pavement glimmers.
- mischibious@gmail.com |
Snow
covers ground
Turning trees to ice with cold
Blanketed by white
- Shannon M.
of Central NY |
A
metal monster
Casts shadow above city
blocking sun's bright light
- Shannon M. |
all
their hearts
have grown cold
sipping green tea
- Richard Kochanski, New York |
Play
As Time Goes By
Memories of lost Paris
Just me and Sam now
-yana- |
Paranoid
heart beat
with Peae tattooed to the lips
hoding a candle
-yana- |
Nice
paper houses
perfect garbage and fake real
prison looks so good
-yana- |
Shower
me in guilt
suffocate me in sorrow
I do not fear pain
-yana- |
Read
war for dummies
America's favorite
punish the authors
-yana- |
Shakesphere
is now dead
who will save our lover's hearts
long live poetry
-yana- |
Yes,
love me gently
Selfishly take all my heart
Educate my soul
- Anonymous |
Alone
in the mouintains
I look around
Let out a fart
- Rapolas Vilnius |
In
Silent Darkness
My lone candles flame flutters
Inquisitive Breeze
- Typhon |
ripples
under steam
numbness in my fingertips
melt into the bath
- Dave M. in
Missouri |
Breathing
short
A lung filled up
Furosemide please
- RN, UK |
We
step on rich soil
Full of death, yet giving life,
Supports its burden.
- nawaz |
All
day all the time
Nothing more than a lonely
Insignificance...
- James Williams,
Oxfordshire, England |
Slender
hair hovers
Winter bamboo's yearning heart
lovers on paper
- Sansen ~ Fort
Bragg, California - stewartk@mcn.org |
Summer
shadows long
across the Zendo pointing
The Heart is chanted
- Sansen ~ Fort
Bragg, California - stewartk@mcn.org |
Fall
darkness again
softly singing sparrows voice
announces daylight
- Sansen ~ Fort
Bragg, California |
Eyes
that see your soul
Lips that smile and speak sweetly
Amy's in the house
- acemanrules@gmail.com |
May
Peace, Love, Joy
follow you through the season
You are in my thoughts
- acemanrules@gmail.com |
Can
I see myself
I walk across coals on fire
Why can I not feel
- Equi, Mahattan |
My
necklace and sword
My heirloom I shall pass on
Questions do arise
- ld12278 |
Add
me on Facebook
Then I can make extra cash
Stop avoiding me
- Sweet |
Fall's
colors ablaze
Families praise the harvest
On Turkey's death day.
- Boruch Fishman:
Tel Aviv |
So
empty in life
Search for answers cannot find
The pain will pass
- Sammy Ang
@ Christmas Island (Yes red crabs migrating now!) |
He
strays far and wide
But all the planes, boats and trains
Take him back to you.
- Nikos, UK |
Autumn
rain falls down
pounding upon the roof top
eyelids grow heavy
- Shelly T.S |
They
are growing fast
The younger generation --
Snow fall is not far.
- Anonymous |
I
wear a new suit
Not because I am wealthy
But because I must
- Nikos, UK |
You
did not feed me.
I’ll trip you at the stairs.
Next time, remember.
- Rachel Brown,
the owner of a hungry cat. |
Something
changed today
You stopped and listened to me
Yet I said nothing
- Nikos, UK |
You
are the bomb, dawg.
You are cooler than skittles.
You are pure awesome.
- Alfred Van
Fingleheimer, Texas |
bumper
to bumper
this same dreary daily grind
a killing routine
- Robert Fournier, Hueytown AL |
Warm
and beautiful
Orange light lifts your heart up
Toward the autumn sky
- Heather, Philadelphia |
an
empty sky looms
a bitter wind blows cold night
here, i am alone
|
her
face remembered
a brief glow in the darkness
autumnal night falls
|
A
hint of sorrow
And as the room goes silent
He takes his last breath
- Hali Anne |
Cooking
your body
Warm, buttery allspice wafts
Your face smiles at me
- amy hunt Williamsburg,
va |
stare
drink in the eye
now the pen not the pencil
four walls friend or foe
- Eric Oakland |
the
space traveller
his father does not believe
his son does not care
- Omar Samarah,
Wichita, KS |
Hands
clasped warm embrace
leaves fall red into white
on courageous friend
- Kim McKinleyville
CA |
Wind
blows soft branches
a single cherry blossom falls
in quiet perfection
- C.N.P IL |
Her
tears softly fall
while insanity collides
inside white drops dawn
- Annette Muth
400s 450w #14 Wellington UT 84542 |
drops
of water
ripples in the lake,
come home, the ocean
- Anonymous |
Friend
complains of spam
Humorous idea in my mind
Can fit in mailbox
- Steven Jones
- Kingman |
My
haikus are blue
But only when I am blue
Which is a whole lot
- Jeremy A.
Los Angeles |
My
father is dead
It has been thirteen years now
I know nothing else
- Jeremy A.
Los Angeles |
Drown
in my own tears
Aretha knows me too well
She channels my thoughts
- Jeremy A.
Los Angeles |
Counting
syllables
On my fingers they hurt now
But I will not stop
- Jeremy A.
Los Angeles |
I
live in LA
People say it's paradise
I'm not so convinced
- Jeremy A.
Los Angeles |
at
the diesel pump
faded jeans and cowboy boots -
the old trucker limps
- Christopher
Hicks, Michigan |
Global
warming sucks
Ozone layer is dying
Earth will follow suit
- The fat ninja,
robbing convenience store. |
So
many typoes
Keyboards are like twister mats
but for my fingers.
- nightranger007@gmail.com |
In
the woods,
Chasing pinecones;
laughter echoes
- Ramu Shinjin |
Shining
sun,
waves wash the sea shore;
clouds roll in
- Ramu Shinjin |
She
walks in the room
Eyes meet and heart beats faste
Cool wine on my lips
- Ramu Shinjin |
Light
in the darkness
Rents in the sea always heal
Wounds heal scab and scar
- Alex Jaye,
NY |
Silent
mosquitoes
flying over my body
slap hands together
- R.K.Singh,
Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Not
a day without
begging gods to solve problems--
faith in helplessness
- R.K.Singh,
Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Violent
silence
my own thoughts torturing me
thoughts of another.
- Anonymous |
Backwards
underwear
Discovered at 5 pm --
I leave them that way.
- Mark B, IL |
Kittens
on a log
watching for mothers return
O look!, there she is!!
- Ralph J. Montonaro-Bradenton,
Fl |
My
window open.
Cats out. Frolic, play. Return.
Eat, love, nap. Freedom.
- Amber, NC,
USA |
Lonely
Dragonfly
gracefully floating above
the swaying cattails
- cheri in texas |
Graceful
Firefly
lights the moon shadow of
my midnight garden
- cheri in texas |
Whispered
words and sighs
Fill the air with their stories
Of a special night
- James Grassick,
Aberdeen, Scotland |
Summer
mornings bring
Sneezing and runny noses
Hayfever season
- James Grassick,
Aberdeen, Scotland |
Oh
my angel, your
Elegant way of moving
Has captured my heart
- James Grassick,
Aberdeen, Scotland |
Stars
wander like eyes
The tea woods of Summer
I smile like those stars
- Kasurin S.,
Somewhere... |
A
detailed email
to you Is long overdue
Ill get to it soon.
- Anonymous |
Listen
to me now
I sing the song of pain and
peace for that is war
- AV, in Illinois. |
A
bike ride at night
Cool night air rushes past me
Bugs hitting my face
- Malcom Rolex
- Naples Florida |
Tricky
coyotes,
they yip at the moon all night.
I sleep with thier song.
- JHW, Tucson |
Stormy
days cry out
Clouds weep bitter tears of rain
Lightning strikes amiss.
- Lauren, California |
Her fingers push
the roots into the earth
touch-me-not
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
thinking words we hear
living other's fantasys
through the tv screen
- Matthew Baxter Miller |
Red with shame
the sky at sunrise
her new kiss
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
when you went away
thirsted for his blood in pain
forever my love
- Parm Kait Hope |
Making lemon tea
and warm buttery toast--
birds singing outside
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India, profrksingh@yahoo.com |
retirement nears
resources dwindling fast
enjoy the sunset
- Mitch Tarr, Sacramento |
My nightmare last night:
I was one of Santa's elves.
It was horrible.
- Ranxerox, Seattle |
The one song that all
neo-pagans truly hate "Ding
dong, the witch is dead"
- Tom Boy |
I step into the
Deep end, winter snow cover
My body, the end
- Tom Boy |
Clouds blaze silver joy
While moonrays plow through the air;
Autumn night creeps back.
- tri tran, huntington beach ca |
White smelly blossums,
Floating down from the light sky.
Come my little blossom.
- Nikki .A. - NSW Australia |
O, Lord rescue me--
I, a sinner without joy--
O.God forgive me--
- tri tran |
ocean waves relax
travel up and down the beach
resting on warm sand
- Cherise_1827@hotmail.com |
Tulips like rainbows
all the pretty colours blend
blowing in the wind
- Cherise_1827@hotmail.com |
Beautiful ocean
sunlight glitters on it
nice clear blue water
- Cherise_1827@hotmail.com |
How melancholy
and silent I am on this
lonely Saturday
- Hannah Cruz, California |
the wind is blowing
leaves fall, honey
and i see you, beautiful
- Anonymous |
swings wantonly
a dried leaf hanging by
the spider's thread
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad (India), profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Luminous hummer
winter flight five hundred miles
please return come spring
- Maralee Knowlen, Sherman Oaks, CA |
expressing is hard
knowing you made me better
you will be missed
- jet screamer |
stony creek road
old turtle lowers its head
over the speed hump
- mkgatling@aol.com USA |
Between earth and sky
once barren clouds now give birth- -
The earth rejoices
- Charles Franklin Georgia |
eyeing more bruises
one thought ripens in her head
make banana bread
- Michael K. Gatling, United States of America |
furnace on Bass Lake
morphing while her bronzed hand spins
slow to reel me in
- mkgatling@aol.com, United States of America |
one cornered sparkle
escapes the dust of makeup
what more dare I say
- mkgatling@aol.com, United States |
Days merge together
Life, soon just a memory
Was it a good one?
- Felix |
A mist covers
the valley of her body
leaves memories
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad, India. profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Is all life sacred?
A bug is crushed by my will
A baby is born
- London |
She Dances With Ease,
Bringing Joy like Endless Springs,
Her Feet Could Be Wings.
- Richard - Norfolk, VA |
the setting sun...
light snores
from my daughter's room
- Raquel B. - http://lyricalpassionpoetry.page.tl |
She Dances With Ease,
Bringing Joy like Endless Springs,
Her Feet Could Be Wings.
- Richard - Norfolk, VA |
the setting sun...
light snores
from my daughter's room
- Raquel B. - http://lyricalpassionpoetry.page.tl |
crappy single ply
Stubborn bubble prevents drain
shame my stain remains
- alfred "double flush" crabtree, fall creek falls, TN |
write on paper
white as snow...
crushed into a ball
- Raquel B. - http://lyricalpassionpoetry.page.tl |
Early morning rain
The clouds shed heavy teardrops
The Earth, their shoulder
- Andrew Clarke, Elworth, Sandbach, Cheshire, UK |
Weeping cherry tree
Blossoming heavy clouds
To frost its nine tips.
- Lisa Canfield Derby NY |
Canadian geese
V-shaped triangulation
Will they find home?
- Lisa Canfield Derby NY |
Sitting on the beach
Staring up at the sunset
Dreaming of my love
- Jean, Nevada, USA |
I gazed at the sky
Seeing snow fall to the ground
White as it can be
- Jean, Nevada, USA |
Warm sun in autumn
I close my eyes to meet it
Opening them blue
- Jeff Kirchner hemanrecords@yahoo.com |
long drive to the sea
my whole mind
is blue
- Patrick Sweeney, Misawashi, Aomori-ken, Japan |
sping is a big ball
always bouncing up and down
flowers growing around
- Anonymous |
Zaam ke naam
Rahegi her saam
Zindgi hi jiske naam
- kapil&kapilkumargupta2003@yahoo.co.in |
Twenty nine years in
a vat, yet not ready for
feelings of old age
- R.K.Singh, Dhanbad (India), profrksingh@yahoo.com |
Smiling grandchildren
drawing pictures with crayons
How peaceful and calm
- Daniel Drzewiecki - Toledo, OH |
I think next summer
I'll go to Pelee Island
on a sunny day
- Daniel Drzewiecki - Toledo, OH |
The aroma of
those cinnamon rolls baking
I'll brew some coffee
- Daniel Drzewiecki - Toledo, OH |
Sad nights, crimson clouds,
Gleaming moon upon the pond,
Starless sky, ablaze.
- tri tran |
Cranes soar silently,
wings spread, black, white,motionless,
beauty from above.
- Gail Mitchell-Torrance, California |
Dark clouds gathering,
driving rain, calm, driving rain,
the storm passes by.
- Anonymous |
Gray forboding sky,
white velvet floats from above,
silent serenity
- Gail Mitchell-Torrance, California |
Bright sun warms the earth,
air rises, greets azure sky,
seagulls gently glide.
- Gail Mitchell- Torrance, California, USA |
Cherry blossoms bloom,
war, death,cherry blossoms glow,
to God, spirits go.
- Gail Mitchell-Torrance, California |
quickly, the butterfly
sips the nectar
out of the yarrow's sweet lips
- Lisa Canfield Derby NY |
Pausing between sips
the butterfly rests
on a breath of fresh air
- Lisa Canfield Derby NY |
the global warming
true season now vanishes
-winter daffodils
- Philip Ashton, Lincoln, UK |
She said she'd be back
From prior experience
I know she's lying
- Anonymous |
Can a skinny guy
like me be warm in winter?
I guess I must run
- J in M |
Gas is expensive
Roads are clogged with idiots
Still, I love to drive
- J in M |
He said "What's the point"
Yet he keeps coming to train
I think he gets it
- J in M |
My fan is no help
Earplugs don't work very well
Neighbours suck sometimes
- J in M |
Can't we just be friends?
A saying just as cruel as
I came, go home now.
- J in M |
Beneath the water and
mystery; until exposed
white phosphorus glares
- Jeff Santos |
twilight arrives
the moon is so beautiful
i miss you a lot
- bth |
I bought brand new shoes
they are too big for my feet
I am such a clown
- J. I. Miller - Wyoming |
5th of Novemeber
one friend of mine that i lick
my face is now wet
- rat, rat@gonzo .com |
I love autumn leaves
Softly falling to the ground
On a cool afternoon
- Christi Singleton Como, Texas |
behold the black box
six sides in and six sides out
heavy to the eye
- larry evans, laren100@carolina.rr.com |
walking in the rain
past rice fields and waterfalls.
a hot cup of tea
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
water trickles down
a path along the kama
suddenly it's gone
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
Did you taste that first
warm mothers milk, still-wet fawn
or were you stillborn?
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
Left, right, back and forth
scratching seeds beneath the snow
sparrows do their dance
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
On this snowy day
a constellation settles
on my black dogs back
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
Dumplings, oh dumplings,
how deeply you satisfy
on this snowy day
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
So still this morning
one can almost hear the cat
walking on the snow
- Jessie Duff-McLaurin, VA |
furu koya ya
haruzemi ga naku
yama no oto
- Daigen Kakuji, Australia |
furu ike ya
haruzemi ga naku
yama no oto
- Daigen Kakuji, Australia |
古小屋に
春蝉が鳴く
山の音
- 大玄覚慈 豪州 |
retirement nears
resources dwindling fast
enjoy the sunset
- Mitch Tarr, Sacramento |
The Rocksstars in Doom
Investing time in people
Bowie Bank builds bombs
- Anonymous |
Each sun aggravates
sadness moment by moment:
watching lonely street
|
Sitting cross-legged
the Hutch receptionist
behind the glass
|
Spring returns:
autumn in my courtyard
unending
|
Two butterflies rest
on the butterfly tattooed
on her sunning back
|
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
|
Pausing between bites
on the guava tree
the parrots
|
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
|
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
-
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
|
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
|
Swiftly passes by
a yellow snake on the grass---
moistened trail of love
|
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!
|
Rainsong. Needs no words
no written notes to
sing a message. Peace
 |
Haiku. Seventeen
syllables forming pictures
in questioning minds
|
Tastier my tea
with her one sip
I keep the cup
|
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
|
Independence Day -
the poster of Gandhi
rather faded
|
the full moon mounts
the slope of it's fine orbit
drenched in orange
- p.nicholson |
margaret schaefler
in my arms, under venus
the new 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 |