Tanka Science Poems | Tanka Poems About Science
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Sasquatch or Bigfoot,
also known as Monkey Man.
His papa was a drunk man
and his mama was a chimp.
< red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers
harvest ....... happiness
the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down
braided ~ and ..... despaired
yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
fall ~ colours ..... blossom
Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
Up on mountain top.
Just don't know how I got here.
Army Rangers rescued me.
Says UFO kidnapped me.
Sure lucky I was let go.
genesis of the cosmos
everywhere then all at once
with matter and energy
crucible of heat and light
I always said that i came alive at night
The same time the moon shined
I always felt powerful and strong
Doing everything possibly wrong
I remember seeing a girl walking the streets
Yellow ribbon dress running from me
I tried telling her not to worry
But she started screaming
I snatched her up and shook her
stopped the screaming
stopped her breathing
I awoke to the sound of sirens
Covered in blood that surrounded
My mother asked me why i did it
Confused by the second
I ran far away in an instant
Went a far distance
A village on the horizon
Near the Appalachian Mountains
I pleaded for help
No one seems to listen
I run and run
Now out of breath
Figured out what was wrong
Can't take another step
I fall asleep on the ground
Listen to the wolves howl
I close my eyes and dream
I always said that I came alive at night
The same time the moon shined
This time I saw a couple dining
I stood out the window and stared
My stomach ached of hunger
I waited for hours
A few hours went by
They haven't came out
feeling so hungry
Big appettite for your blood
That fake red love
I crash through the window where you sit
I tear your skin
I almost slurp
I awoke to the sound of screams
Not sure what's going on
Had a bad dream
There's blood everywhere
I did this?
I killed them?
This is my Moonlight Dream
We should go to mars
And all promising planets
To explore and find
In order to meet our need
Why can't spring
last as a deep feeling,
and remain joyful and eternal?
What makes this season so vital and wonderful...
adorning our earth with flowers so delightful?
Who is so dubious to disclaim it?
True faith admits no doubt...
will the heart?
My spring was too brief,
only desire outlived it...
floating as a leaf:
to taste death on barren ground:
such is the fate of all leaves!
Perhaps nostalgia is deeper than regret,
making me yearn with useless tears
and in doing so sorrow deepens...
without realizing I have no control over it.
Return spring with a new child in me,
making me run towards the sunflowers' filelds
increasing my chances to find serenity...
return spring, but don't be short and cheerless.
Years age the body, not the spirit...
as seasons remind us how fragile we are:
living one life and returning dust as before...
without voice, flesh, blood and thought.
Mistaken for stars
Alien ammo, warning
“Humans, stay from mars”
Moving target, direct hit
A few days ago
The moon vanished from the sky
They put it somewhere
Scientists had determined
It interfered with progress