The poet comments, "As always, please ask your readers to let me know if this work touched them. And thank you for this forum!"
Toast Point grins. "You're welcome!"
You may read these linesStefan, it's correct and very nice!
Moon and stars collide
Into the sunset of love.
Making us wonder.
Kirk asks, "What is it?"The poet comments, "Dialogue from almost every episode of Star Trek. Who knew it was a higher art form all along?"
Eyes growing weary
Legs too short for the footstool
All my pets have died
and seven angels
Crimson-tipped leaflets
Whispering secrets
On near-naked trees
sparrows scurry - noisy leaves
prepare for winter
Welcome to the internet, Larry!
Nepotism is a
The poet comments, "This haiku can be changed depending on how you feel about the Matthew in your life by changing miss to KISS!"
The chill embraces
My neighbor's garden
glossy green grass grows, always
More cheerful than mine
Rose, the sweetest smell
Water drops off its petal
An ocean of scent
In the grass jungle
The mantis stalks the lady,
No refuge for bugs
The poet comments, "These Haiku poems are a thank you to Jennifer, and Nicole. They have lifted my spirits without even knowing. Thank you ladies. -Broderick-"
Stepping into Fall
A hidden nest somewhere
shouts of joy
from children in the garden
romping with water
One fierce gust of wind
an acorn bombardment
A deer-park's high-day
A violent row
like a crashing thunderclap
cooling down at once
A carp, motionless
underneath the water surface
staring face to face
Ancestor candles;
The poet comments, "This is a description of my Sudanese female student, a multi-medal-winning member of our high school's cross-country team."
The poet comments, "A simple poem in simple language. something we can all relate to."
Note to the poet: After consulting a dictionary of musical instruments, Toast Point changed the spelling of your first line.
sunlight dwindling
the crescent moon awakens
black midwinter nights
white kimono
the daimyo's belly
ripens
No color, no art;
I can remember
the soft sound of singing birds.
Now, there is silence.
Purple dragonfly -
flutter aimlessly through my
dreams -- this is freedom.
The poet comments, "The good of the few outweighs the concern of the many, only when the few have become the many do we take notice."
Dry leaves, red and brown,
A film of white netting
Conceals her face from the groom;
No matter: her love shows through.
Rose petals float down;
Sweet perfumes carpet her path:
The radiant bride.
The poet comments, "And she lived happily ever after."
Bright smiles and giggles
Fill our house with happiness;
Our grandson is here.
The poet comments, "Ryker is wonderful! How we love him!"
Welcome back, TT! Haven't seen you here in a long time!
Earthtone mosic
Wolves moan the distance
rippled glistening
water of the autumn lake
so soon to be still
Snow on fallen leaves,
Beautiful oceanNote to the poet - the Sage would have removed the "with" anyway. Maybe a two-syllable word for clear?
Sweet smile, coy glances
The future has ghostsThe poet comments, "This is just a optimistic poem about the future. It was part of a poem, and the first part is about how I have no regrets in the past"
winter twigs
drenched in white
until noon
The poet comments, "It's about the front door by the way.
Any comments would be appreciated."
The Sage likes it, except he feels the reader should be at least able
to guess what the subject is (if you hadn't told us, we wouldn't have a clue).
hands now removed,
Tom, oh joyful TomOo, that hurts...
Men dressed in suits with
August demeanors sometimes
Clothe December hearts
First cold winter day
church bell's pitch
just a bit higher
Cold October
my father's heart attack
the beating rain
The poet comments, "If evil, we see evil; if good, we see good. Both exist in fair measure, but the soul behind the eye is the filter. "
Like crumpled brown leaves
OK!
Me-ow Me-ow Purrrr
Cuddle me and pet my fur
That's what I prefer...
Fall breezes frolic
Toast Point reponds, "Done! and thank you!"
Her heart's inner light
Re-seeded my lawn