John Bell Hood is strange
His picture is in classrooms
His face is too long
-- Cody (Votes: 5)  |
Good morning Aaron
You are quite insensible
You make bad haiku.
-- Cody (Votes: 6) |
Wording of haiku
Poetry without substance
Catches on the air
-- Maq (Votes: 6) |
Outside my window
It is raining all is wet
But not my spirit
-- senryusan (Votes: 2) |
The path to Heaven,
is paved with spikes and thorns but,
reaching is divine
-- Sean Kay (Votes: 5) |
My World Once So dark
Light Has Become Mute, Like Pitch
Impenetrable
-- Abaris (Votes: 1) |
Its fragile grip lost
a leaf drifts gently to earth -
winter calls us home
-- John Behr (Votes: 1) |
Moving reflections
of clouds upon the water
blurred from Gods tears
-- John Behr (Votes: 1) |
i have a stick
i have a woody
where is my cactus
-- Anonymous (Votes: 3) |
balls
need licking
like felt
-- Anonymous (Votes: 3) |
not as like before
why the sudden change in wind?
questioning the fall
-- rinrin (Votes: 4) |
Brisk as time's pace,
Wondering who I am now,
not who I once was.
-- Kaerth (Votes: 4) |
The shimmering mist
On the clear smooth glass
A breath in and out
-- Cow (Votes: 4) |
the waters slip away
what we put off for tomorrow
must now become today
-- Rebeccca (Votes: 5) |
atop peak all down
within valley all are up
hillside path variety
-- tieton (Votes: 4) |
Death is a wonder.
It never comes as a guest,
But as a beggar.
-- TgeekB (Votes: 0) |
Horizon, moving
Only when you do, constant
Ruler of the sky
-- Fern (Votes: 2) |
Five, seven and five.
This seventeen syllables
caught in a poëm.
-- Henk Veenstra (Votes: 2) |
