She who leads needs seedsOf loving, Divinely sown,
To close the circle.
At Stalag Thirteen,
Soft, red, velvety,
The poet comments, "Tiny says hello to all. "
The poet comments, "He really didn't have a choice. He was grounded."
fresh bear evidence
a pile on the hiking path
abrupt return home
Nature nurtures me
In concert with her crickets'
Sunset serenade.
She who leads needs seeds
Of loving, Divinely sown,
To close the circle.
Honor the hero,
Who traded spring for autumn
And saved my sweet ass.
Slimy stone pathway
Whetting curiosity
Through the pool of souls
A patient hawk rests
A dead tree his companion
They talk of summer
The poet comments, "For my teacher,moose.Thank you."
breeze from the windowThe poet comments, "it is a haiku in the summer night. This is Yuka's first English haiku from our English poetry class- David Freedman teacher. "
She is the widow
In the window. She is the
Crone who lives alone.
A naked couple
In flagrante delicto.
Sepia photo.
It is time to put
Your money where your mouth is.
Swallow your wallet.
good day to sleep late--
Early morning daylilies
hiding from the rain
Overgrown garden
can't tell the weeds from flowers--
too hot to worry
The poet comments, "I kinda liked it...How about you?"
a grunt, bark or cry
eyes glued to sunset
early Indian Summer's
red hued splashing sky
The poet comments, "This was one of a series of freestyle poems I used in a battle of haiku against a random haiku generator program. I WON"
Jeez, with the Joni Mitchell and Frank Zappa quotes, Toast Point is flashing back to his sister's record collection when she was in high school. Toast Point was a nerd - he was listening to classical at the time.
The poet comments, "I have been writing poetry for almost 15 years, but have just started to explore haiku. I remember learning about it in third grade... it was re-introduced to me in a joke about computer warning messages a short while ago. Since then I have not been able to stop writing them."
submitting haikuThe poet comments, " Didn't shut down "qui" enough! My computer was hit by lightning! Modem...fried!"
Toast Point had that happen to him once while faxing resumes.
Not always, but sometimes.
Well don't it always
Seem to go that you don't know
What you've got till it's
The sun is revealed
Filtered through a covered sky
Porthole to the stars
The poet comments, "its gonna be a hot one this year...ugh!"
Pumpkin gold, burnt red
Big white ducks bob
playing in drizzly rain.
Marshmallows float.
Glowing with desire
They will flash in secret codes
Until the morning
Lines can not capture
His innocence or smile, so
I must remember
The poet comments, "This is the first haiku I have ever written. Hope you enjoy it. :)"
In milder climates,
Under pallid skies
The air’s so dry it crackles
as my path unfolds.
Bright and treacherous:
ruse of Indian summer,
spell of the desert.
Eskimos rub noses
leaving cobble lane
hoisting staff to my purpose
snowy Mt. Fuji
daydream 's spell broken
doves cooing a Springtime aire
casting nature's spell
The poet comments, "Haiku to those who love sunset...to joy,hope and the human spirit."
Looking to the skyThe poet comments, "We all can relate."
sleepless night -
The poet comments, "I've never found a more fulfilling way of expressing myself than through haiku."
Birds singing outside.
I find comfort, peace with them.
I am not alone.
The song of crickets
standing at crossroads
thought I could say so much more
a kiss imparts more
behold pale moon
at the left hand of darkness
sun opposite right
mountain through a plane
parallel now angular
under same blue skies
classroom full of desks
separate from each other
final exam week
The poet comments, "I know it's cliche, but we really do take too much for granted. "
The poet comments, "My very first attempt at Haiku, had to look it up to find the rules! I hope it fits."
Long sunset shadows
Storm's vengeance moves on
The poet comments, "This was written by a friend of mine, and I thought it really true. Oh, incidentally, I'm in Canada (which explains the last line) "
Writing a poem
With seventeen syllables
Is very diffi
The poet comments, "This has been floating round the 'net, but it set me laughing so I wanted to post it here. "
Mother you're so sweet
your tenderness through my heart,
your hands are so warm
The poet comments, "I think Haiku poems are beautiful poems. It's wonderful. "
Mother of Beauty
being so full of nature
Changing her seasons.
Summer is the heat
with animals enjoying,
basking in the sun.
Being able to
An eternity
Is obviously lacking
In paternity.
A sparsely furnished
Forest is thin on both trees
And picnic tables.
Aging isn't easy,
Especially when the old
Must learn from the young.
I appear to have
An information overload
On my learning curve.
A shot in the dark
May succeed. In which case it's
A flash in the pan.
Ragtag and bobtail
Went for a stroll and ended
Up the lumpenprole.
Events leading up
To the Second World War had
Happened once before.
And what, pray, did the
Brothers Montgolfier do
Other than balloon?
The major oeuvre
In the Louvre is, I think,
The Mona Lisa.
day's dusky dawning
sun embracing shadowed land
Spring's cool clear morning
night's shadows return
hearth holds me in warm promise
Winter's cold footsteps
The poet comments, "this and the two previous poems are intended as a trilogy offering. "
The poet comments, " Take off on classic haiku. Frogs are dying all over the world."
Coincidences
When dawn turns to dusk
A hidden life comes alive
Unseen to our eyes
The poet comments, "... but heard by our ears"
True beauty revealed
Nature's shimmering mirror
Reflections of life
The poet comments, ""Curse this vile Summer""
pelting drops of rain
sun rise on main street
Beautiful feathers
Hail! Jerry Springer
Fights, Nudity, Foul language
Talk show of today
The poet comments, "Who doesn't enjoy his nightly brawls? LOL...."
Summer's harmony
Songbird's soft, sweet melody
Beautiful music
Graceful black and white
Dramatic carefree prancing
Zebras play at dusk
The poet comments, "It's always the little things that get ya... inspired by a zebra Happy Meal toy on my desk"
Tiny symphony
A moonlit mid-summer song
The crickets' music
The poet comments, "Sometimes it's nice to hear something other than the radio =o)"
Spring breezes return
Flowers blossom everywhere
Time for beginnings
I believe in toast.The poet comments, "Perché?"
In still of morning
trees have forgotten the storm
layers of dukkha
The poet comments, "It is widely believed that the Buddha spoke a language called pali. No single English word adequately captures the full depth, range, and subtlety of the crucial Pali term dukkha. It is often translated as suffering, but is encompassed by stress, dis-ease, disatisfaction. All pain both large and subtle are Dukkha."
rest, foot- sore pilgrim
ancient elevationsThe poet comments, "For a friend who barely made it back from Peru. R. Please rest, take your medicine, and get well."
The poet comments, " I recently rediscovered the joy of haiku. And will be using it again to write songs. Also will be sending in samples semi-regularly. would love to hear from anyone with comments concerning the art form."
Mouths of ruined walls
sing of cities sunk in sand...
windy winding wails.
Rocks rock them to sleep
stark star-pierced night covers them,
knights of desert kings
The poet comments, "Ruins in the desert seem to host a ghostly life, especially at night."
what is all the fuss
el nino ever present
needing diaper change
The poet comments, "A sad lesson my 15 year old daughter has had to learn."
early June's new chicks
the Easter-egg miracle
cycle is complete
The trees are sheddingThe poet comments, "Fragile. Handle with care"
Sand blowing crossways,
Dad, I have to pee
The animals talk
but no one wants to listen
yearning to be free!
Harvested fields bare
The glory of your beauty
Every Autumn's day.
The poet comments, "This is my first attempt, please bear with me..."
