Haiku Thread - you are invited to post

[superconnected]

remember three lines:

5 syllables
7 syllables
5 ayllables


Here's some of mine:


Waking Up

bolt upright, dry throat
yanked awake gasping for air
again, the tears come


Drowning

I watched you drown on
beaches and in courtyards. In
crowds death smelled of wine


Shedding light on the truth

yes, you made your point
if it got any brighter
I'd die from the light


marooned convertible

A marooned ripped top
old Buick, he shared with his son
fadded the drive way

[JacobPike]

1. A review, of a sort

Through dark glowing clouds
I climb, breaking the surface
under newborn sky.

[Xipe Totec]

2. To my young brother

no fruit came from you
you left too young, my brother
a branch truncated.

[pinerow]

3. Nice...

I see the pain is still evident.

[PurgedVoter]

6. superb! nt

[IA_Seth]

4. Loss

Death is like Winter
Full of cold and bitterness
But Spring is coming

[IA_Seth]

5. War

a country at war
people divided again
history repeats

[PurgedVoter]

7. More rules than just 5 7 5

In that short space a reference to season is almost mandatory.
A literary or song reference is also considered good form.
Ideally the seasonal reference should indicate the passage of time in a classical reference to weather, flowers, or even creatures.
Ideally the literary reference would be a famous haiku. Or one that has been shared previously with the recipients.

Get along home, Rush.
Your days are shortening now.
Denying Cindy.

In hot sun, Cindy,
Waits for a wing nut Caesar.
My heart is with her.

No ditto for Rush,
nor rush for Rush addicted
Clean new wind, come soon.

[NNadir]

8. The day.

Insomnia.

We have heard of it:
This languid singing, the night,
And so lie longing.

Dreaming.

The screams fall to earth
A kind of gelatin curse
Flesh, all flesh, the dark.

Awake.

The cups that hold us
Say nothing of the cold sun
Or suspended clouds

Conscious.

What we dream is dire,
The drifts, the wire, muddy snow,
Passage, passage, test.

Feed.

What whine is this red?
How do our skies rain such blood?
Who will tell us this?

Rest.

Death, we say, is sleep.
The moons come. They are our hours,
The slow trudge of pain.

Lie.

We embrace these voids.
The Pleiades have no comment.
Still we think they sigh.

NNadir - 1/15/06

[sweetheart]

9. x

whatya fuck ttheyre no rules
but then there might be some
but then again not.



! haiku done wrongly! !!

! not haiku! not poetry!!!!

! rather just words, meanings, intents,
and the feelings of a poet.

[sweetheart]

10. name by name it be

no name mother had for me,
being by being names me

[SteppingRazor]

11. "Stupid President"

Stupid President
People who voted for you
Are even dumber


On edit: Hi folks! My first post in the poetry group. Maybe I'll add something more substantial later :hi:

[Aristus]

12. Mine:

A cloud tinged with pink,
Blows in the twilight breezes
And then fades to gray

[Ino]

13. Snow

A snowfall at night.
Windchimes hanging motionless
above the garden.

[eridani]

14. Autumn

Autmn morning light
Prey struggles in spider's orb
One red maple leaf

[otherlander]

15. Parched sun

Through cracks in the sky
the land where the sunset bleeds.
Whose blood? Everyone's.

Momentum

A new heartbeat is
sweet, clear, faster, open to
shots I thought I'd blocked.

[dgibby]

16. My first adventure into this forum.

What a treasure! Hope you don't mind if I stay. This is also my first attempt at Haiku, so please feel free to critique. I'd appreciate it.

Trees in Winter


Naked, shivering
in stark contrast to the snow
lift gnarled fingers skyward


Heatwave

Sun Dog howls at earth
Breath hot, humid, fetid
We melt, puddling at his feet

The Gossips

What do we tell them
Gossip mongers lurking
Mind your own business

Vindication

Told you so, I did
But you would not believe me
Now, reap what you sow

Night Garden

Night garden, all white
Shimmering in the moonlight
Perfuming the breeze

Abandoned

How could you do this
Leave me without saying goodbye
or turning to look

Campfire

Flames licking the sky
Dancing, swaying in darkness
Holding back the night

[Petrushka]

17. April 15, 1926 - November 11, 2007

his urn of ashes
marked the commemoration
on Veterans Day

[Petrushka]

18. ---

a child's red notebook

on the neighbors' frozen pond---

last day of the year

[emdistortion]

19. Numbers

One, two, three, four, five
Numbers rule the world we live
Without a scent we contrive.