Haiku Growing Up Poems | Examples
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WHOLESOMENESS
Do not be sorry,
Be aware in your nature;
Growing fruitfully
Look in the mirror.
Who is that weathered, old man
staring back at me?
When did this happen,
Life replacing youthfulness
with experience?
Do others see me
as an aged progression
of who I was then?
Or as the version
I have now morphed into -
an antique vessel.
But mirrors don’t lie.
They just show the reflection
of a true image.
So, if I embrace:
“Who I am, not who I was,”
then there’s acceptance.
That gives this old man,
the one with weathered features,
permission to smile.
like carp streaming through the wind
with courage and strength
they grow up
keep on becoming,
let mind, spirit, and soul sprout;
blooming your nature:-
Carolina home
In the great Palmetto State
Place where I was born
Boy was free to roam
On a ninety-acre farm
Free from fear and harm
In dirt, sand or mud
We sandlappers had it all
To work, play, or brawl
Turning the dark dirt
Putting the hounds on the trail
Tussling with cousins
Having dirt clog fights
Making toys out of pine bark
Plowing fertile fields
Running through the pines
Wading through the boggy swamp
Swinging from a vine
Down in muddy swamp
Turtle is called a “cooter”
Anglicized slave word
So my cousin says
Parents were missionaries
Belgian Congo
Many days have gone
Much water under the bridge
Since I left that home
Days of yesteryear
Now, home is where I reside
But memories last
The barn rooster crows
Big and little ones arise
It’s a country life
Life of work and fun
Hunor must rise with the sun
Laughing has its turn
Everyone must try
From here to the by and by
Make the load lighter
“Where y’all going now
We fixin’ to milk the cow
You shore y’all know how”
Tomorrow we go
Downtown to the picture show
Once out the short rows
Pa ain’t keen ‘bout it
Thinks it’s the old devil’s way
To get hard earned dime
Ma says it’s alright
But we must behave ourselves
Do what the Book says
Again in the fields
Plowing the dirt with ole mule
Life turns on slow wheels
Work sunup to dusk
Ain’t no need to fret or fuss
No one gives a cuss
Milking the old cow
Plowing, praying, and laughing
Bygone country life
Midst rocks and dried leaves
Beauty in midst of chaos
Small plants grow up.
They call us the old,
Wisdom etched upon our face,
Ageless souls within.
Time has painted us,
With stories of days long gone,
Strength in every wrinkle.
Elderly we’re named,
But our hearts beat strong and true,
Age cannot define.
sweet-tempered mango
host rime swims of lime twist and
mint leaves ere lost time
Halloween is here
Ghosts are dangling from the trees
With a witches broom
laughter arises
beneath the spreading birches
close-knit cousins play
Springtime And Farm Waiting For Its Harvest
three pigs a'sucking
red barn blown completely down
white corvette ready
Robert J. Lindley,
Haiku, June 11th 1971
Eat bitter, taste sweet
Do this, rewards you will reap.
Fight, savour, repeat.
Overwhelmed rover
Yet I am not anywhere
Some days will be there
Though I am somewhere
Fighting thorns to discover
That thrones be conquer
Beginning not end,
I hear it and know it now,
But is it true though