Haibun Poems | Haibun Examples

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 a small child, I flushed them down...

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NIGHT FELL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As night falls, the blue curtain of day is pulled back. I am able to see out of the window called ‘the sky’ to the universe, the cosmos beyond my tiny part of the world. I stand beneath the night sky somehow feeling closer to the truth of who I really am. whispers on...

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Just like her favorite character Alice, she wears a light blue dress and a pinafore, she pairs it up with white tights and black Mary Jane shoes. A black ribbon pulls hair tight, she adds something else, around her neck a skeleton key adorns. It was her grandfather’s, an amiable, pleasant friendly...

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My mind shudders at the memory of a dark day in my life when our son, a late boon into our arid life- (the one born to us after twelve years of long waiting,) was admitted in the ICU, almost lifeless after an accident when he was just four. After being dropped by the school...

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Sponsor Tom Woody Contest Name Alice Through The Wormhole Flowers outside the schoolroom grew bigger and brighter of their own volition. " Alice, Alice !" the teacher called. All she saw was a saucer eyed girl sitting, staring out the window. Sober as a Deacon she sat there with her mind blow-stitched to the earth. ...

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She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she drifted—unclaimed luggage of a thought experiment. Each particle bowed with procedural discipline; each law maintained protocol under duress. The stars retracted their nominations, preferring anonymity to metaphor....

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Harold John Bray, Jr., Seaman 2C- The last surviving member of the iconic Navy vessel the USS Indianapolis. The Indy was a capitol ship that just returned statewide for major repairs and refitting, following a Japanese Kamikaze attack at Okinawa. Nine members of the crew were killed, a somber time. Harold enlisted in the U.S....

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MORNING'S EARLY LIGHT I walk every morning, often witnessing dawn’s arrival. Yet, I take the sun for granted, never thinking of how it brings color to the day, how it warms my skin, how it ignites thoughts of beauty and gratitude, and how it invites light and warmth into my heart. morning's early light hope eternal, beginnings fresh...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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