Haibun Poems | Haibun Examples

"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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to...

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Soudah and Dutchman Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga. “Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity,...

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In times of impending demise, you might see your life being replayed across your mind. Sometimes it’s in fast forward, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes both at once. Life flashes in random order, constantly cycling in and out like an out of control tilt-a-whirl at the county fair. You’d think that with all those moments...

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It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father. the finality painfully sinking in goodbyes surreal AP: Honorable Mention...

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When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my grandfather. But he wasn’t short either. He had a habit of biting his cuticles that I inherited and would be...

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Been raining all week. This morning started off with a bit of sun and it got me reminiscing. About my youth. About you. Next month marks one year since your passing. We spent the last seven months of your life visiting, chatting after a thirty plus year estrangement. As time passes rough edges begin to...

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Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom. Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble for every year of my life. Let's...

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"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head. Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold...

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"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures. Many pictures of cute animals, some of majestic land or sea views. Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy. We circle the dates we need to remember, never wanting to forget our appointments or events. I like to...

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