Haibun Poems | Haibun Examples

Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor ECHOES I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as...

Continue reading...

Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody Walking around the edge of a massive crater that seemed to beckon her with all sorts of bizarre things, Alice—now an adult but still not quite—felt a strong pull. She still had an insatiable need to travel, even if it had been a long...

Continue reading...

THE HOURGLASS I watch the grains of sand as they slowly sift through my grandfather’s vintage hourglass. Time doesn’t move slowly, though. Instead, it seems as if the hourglass has cracked open, and all the sand is quickly spilling out. I wonder if anyone else notices this phenomenon—how many days, minutes, and hours run through...

Continue reading...

MONOCHROME © Sara Etgen-Baker 2025 Sun slowly descends, and the world turns monochrome, like a black and white drawing on the Creator’s easel. I patiently wait for night with its renewing spirit. Nightfall serves as a metaphorical curtain closure, while dawn symbolizes a daily reopening, with the birds serenading harmoniously on cue. dusk whispers, night...

Continue reading...

VIGILANTES The elder trees stretch skyward in a lace of silent bark. Wands of rising branches become dancing silhouettes in the pale moonlight. The wind dies, and the limbs cease their movement. Then, like sentries they stand perfectly still, silencing the clocks. trees their vigil keep whisper secrets to the wind moonlight filters down ...

Continue reading...

SUMMER SUNRISE The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky warming our summer days and inviting us to a fresh start. crimson, scarlet, rose sunrise hues slowly ascend morning’s gentle start ...

Continue reading...

My people the Ojibwe believe in one Holy Great Spirit, Kitchi Monitou, the creator and source of life. Anishinaabe is our spirituality, a system of life beliefs, blending harmony, spirits and nature. We are guided by mothers, fathers, grandfathers, grandmothers, elders and our spirit ancestors above. Their teachings, and stories form the basis of what has been...

Continue reading...

She is deliciously unhappy. Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges. Yea, that's...

Continue reading...

The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride...

Continue reading...

"With each wave of anguish that crashes over me, I find myself drowning in my own tears." ~ by poet I walked through the rusted gates and entered a godforsaken plot of land. A family cemetery on top of the hill near the River Strand. A chilled...

Continue reading...

Jesus said, “You know how to discern the face of the sky, but you cannot discern the signs of the times.” (Matthew 16:3) There are passages in scripture that roar louder with each passing era, and Romans 1:28 is one such thunderclap. The apostle Paul’s warning about the “reprobate mind”—a conscience numbed by repeated rejection of...

Continue reading...

Dear Diary My dog died yesterday. We were playing frisbee in the back yard and it was really hot. I'm not allowed to run so he did the running for both of us and I guess it just wore him out because he fell on his side and breathed really hard and then just ...

Continue reading...

Now, we all know there is a past, but what we tend to overlook is it can only be observed from the present, or in hindsight The same goes for the future It can only be imagined or extrapolated from the present with a bit of foresight of course Which leads to a curious question, Is the present where everything begins? Sounds...

Continue reading...

tactical rainbows a fresco to p a i n t red berets, blue berets rainbows are tactic F R E E Madiba and Fidel play chess upstairs glass goblets t ink LING then...

Continue reading...

I didn't fill out any paperwork. There was no memo, no consent form. Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused to acknowledge anything above my collarbone. After that, people entered me carrying grief in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons for floors that didn't exist. A man from 4D requested the roof, as if it were still an option. On Thursday,...

Continue reading...