Moving reflections
of clouds upon the water
blurred from Gods tears
-- John Behr (Votes: 0)  |
Its fragile grip lost
a leaf drifts gently to earth -
winter calls us home
-- John Behr (Votes: 0) |
My World Once So dark
Light Has Become Mute, Like Pitch
Impenetrable
-- Abaris (Votes: 0) |
The path to Heaven,
is paved with spikes and thorns but,
reaching is divine
-- Sean Kay (Votes: 4) |
Outside my window
It is raining all is wet
But not my spirit
-- senryusan (Votes: 1) |
Wording of haiku
Poetry without substance
Catches on the air
-- Maq (Votes: 4) |
Good morning Aaron
You are quite insensible
You make bad haiku.
-- Cody (Votes: 5) |
John Bell Hood is strange
His picture is in classrooms
His face is too long
-- Cody (Votes: 5) |
Mornings are mornings,
Timeless in my tiny world,
My Earth, azure joy.
-- tri tran (Votes: 4) |
winter aproaches
working years are finishing
spring will not return
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
two girls sitting in
the park ignore the light rain,
zen meditation
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 9) |
two girls sitting in
the park ignore the light rain,
zen meditation
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 9) |
a murder of crows
sit on a rickety fence
waiting for something
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 9) |
pheasant regal on drifts
strutting he oversees all
sometimes he breaks through
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
small tree by big house
days weeks months seasons and years
small house by big tree
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
snows force elk downhill
farmer drives elk to mountain
no place left to starve
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
Unfathomable:
Our empty day of language,
And thoughts for the night.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 12) |
Dissatisfaction:
The yawning stretch of worktime,
In afternoon space.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 8) |
