Disillusionment,
Shadowed up in the new year;
Fragmentary blues.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11)  |
Identity shouts
Through a forest fog of language;
Self-affirmation.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
Tinkling key stroke blues
Washed out in fleets of summer;
The gray Sunday float.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
From the warm distance
Of decades in your smile,
You appear to me.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 11) |
the animals sit
making the only loud noise
is raging thunder
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 12) |
the wind is angry
howling with furiousnes
for the days coming
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
the spirit guides you
through the wonderous forest
the forest of life
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
the wind blowing hard
but the leaves make no sound
which guides the spirit
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
the wonderous moon
sitting on the horizon
waiting for morning
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 11) |
A little flower
watching the wonderful moon
set into the dawn
-- Jaron age 11 (Votes: 12) |
incessant dark rains
dismal and monotonous-
pushes to dry hills
-- Aju Mukhopadhyay (Votes: 12) |
solitary dream
wandering over the hill...
a poor traveller
-- Keith A. Simmonds (Votes: 13) |
high up in the air
upon a carpet of grey clouds...
the plane leaves a trail
-- Keith A. Simmonds (Votes: 15) |
a halo of mist
comes over the rising sun:
an autumn morning
-- Keith A. Simmonds (Votes: 16) |
My wheels stuck in mud
to break free impossible
please, someone help me.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 12) |
I dream of a room
it was a makeshift home
I talk to myself.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 11) |
Where is the Full Moon
hidden by mist and tall trees
vivid in my mind.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 11) |
I write my haiku
by candlelight in my bed
so quiet outside.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 11) |
