absorbing the warmth,
reflecting the summer's light:
Chenresig statue.
-- Voidious (Votes: 32)  |
serving me all day,
constantly rubbing my hand:
my spiral notebook.
-- Voidious (Votes: 31) |
so why the plunder,
this is our only home,
worship the planet.
-- joseph mcninney (Votes: 30) |
Hanging on the rope-
lost among the old clothes
the moon's kimono
-- Vasile Moldovan (Votes: 30) |
Sweat pours down my face.
Fifty hours and counting.
Still more work to do...
-- mediapunk (Votes: 29) |
Perhaps time is spent
better when working on
your own web site. Ha!
-- Gattman (Votes: 29) |
Ideas may run out
Then I will have naught to write
String together words
-- Gattman (Votes: 29) |
My cat queen
motion poet
velvet pads
-- Thomas C Carman (Votes: 29) |
Haiku can be fun
But it can take much work
Like coding java
-- Gattman (Votes: 27) |
like a waterfall,
the yang breath just pushes on...
even in autumn!
-- Voidious (Votes: 27) |
awakened again,
the first work day of the year...
sleeping white kitty
-- Voidious (Votes: 26) |
morning energy,
only early do I strive.
Day fades. Life drains. Sleep.
-- mediapunk (Votes: 25) |
half-inch piece of chalk
sitting unused in the tray
never used again
-- Voidious (Votes: 24) |
i am just a man,
a simple and humble man,
a man of colors.
-- joseph mcninney (Votes: 23) |
a student arrives,
early like the rest of us...
air conditioned room
-- Voidious (Votes: 23) |
ghost of the flame
wreathing around
the now cool wick
-- arpeggio (Votes: 23) |
Buffalo, Denver
and yet we're the same people
life goes on I guess
-- Anonymous (Votes: 21) |
empty pizza box
sitting next to garbage bins...
the vacation's end
-- Voidious (Votes: 21) |
