Story Haibun Poems
These Story Haibun poems are examples of Haibun poems about Story. These are the best examples of Haibun Story poems written by international poets.
There’s a Change a Coming
Last night, my mind started wandering around the hills and hollers of the olden days again. That is not unusual as the older I get,...
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poetry,
Wilted Daffodils~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last fall we faithfully planted daffodil bulbs in our tree beds, waiting patiently for their arrival in early spring. Then in spring, the daffodils, golden...
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Categories:
flower, seasons,
Zero ValueI liked this little story more than your expectation. To explain it, we knew that zero means nothing. In fact, in mathematical philosophy, zero has...
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Categories:
cool,
Exaggeration is Part of the Game~Exaggeration is Part of the Game~
Back in the day, I remember my momma always used to say things like, “If I had a nickel for...
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poetry,
Taking Credit
It’s amazing what can be accomplished if you don’t care who takes the credit. What kind of amazing things do you think could get done...
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poetry,
Sticks and Stones
“The heart may believe in itself, but the ears will believe what others say.”
Back in the day (we won’t even discuss how long ago that...
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poetry,
Journey of a Contemporary Joseph
Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written...
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Categories:
christmas, family, immigration, jesus,
My Stoic Enduring Existence
"The story of our life is like a leaf-
Bring beauty to this world, however brief."
...
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Categories:
how i feel, life,
Simhaladvipa"Simhaladvipa or simply Simhala is the name of an island (dvipa) according to the Kathasaritsagara, chapter 56. Accordingly, “... there he [Candrasvamin] heard that the...
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Categories:
art, history, men, poems,
This Old HouseThe old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...
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Categories:
home, memory,
Death and DestructionHaving been a journalist for the past forty years, now ready to make my final accord, I had to cover this one last story. ...
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Categories:
sorrow,
My Father's HandsI remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and...
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Categories:
family, father, love,
Bono and Me"Do you like U2?" she asked.
It was an unusually awesome sunrise in Belleville Park. I come here to eat my breakfast on nice days...
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Categories:
love, music,
En Pointe“Point your feet! Rotate! Don’t stick your butts out! Stay out of your heels.” I looked up from where I was...
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Categories:
beauty, dance,
Dance of GravesDance of Graves
The dance of graves occurs more than we are prompted to imagine. We prefer to keep matters of death fit into that...
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Categories:
angst, death, feelings, god,