Summer Sorrow Poems

When a heart breaks, there is no indication,
Some sign, heralding the pause,
Between hope and hopeless, between
Music and total grief, between 
Poetry and prose, between
Light and...

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Summer Sonnet.
Missing her in the height of summer,
She left so soon, my heart swoons in sorrow
Missing her so far, as the morning sun glows,
As midnight...

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Winter's slumber might heal
a farewell spoken at the end
of summer.

Living lonely through the colors of fall
and the fading of flowers,
each falling leaf is another tear.

Perhaps...

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Clutching the moment 
Before yesterday became yesterday,
The promise,
Before he pledged his love to me,
The colors,
Before autumn waltzed away, 
Swaying in shadows of soft snowfall,
Breathing white,...

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All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts,
Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs,
Recounting how you chased prospects,...

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The quiet rustle of the leaves
I am at peace over the seas 
The welcoming and gentle breeze
I’m soaking up the way it feels 

My grandma’s...

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I lack the interest to know
I am not curious to see
Those withered leaves, mixed up with snow
Which relatively soon will be
I ‘d rather fall into...

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“On the faded canvas of love the shadow of the 
departed shapes the sad memory” – Quote by Poet


In the summer of yearning melts my...

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The breeze annoying trees entices me,
I drift away    afar to fields abloom,
with silver tongues untied their whispers free —
..ah, prairie-weed does burn...

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Deep in dust
Lost in the swam
Drawn by the heavy wind
Crushed by the sun
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?
Molded...

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A Bright Yellow Golden Moon Floating High Above


A bright yellow golden moon floating high above
Its radiant rays falling softly to our sweet earth
Beauty, flowers, her...

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"Dear Spruce Tree, can you hear me?"
I was devastated, trying not to show it.
"Yes, I hear you", she replied so gently,
"I will let a single...

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This torment 
that i’ve been going through
When will this end?

Day and night passed
But even the day feels night
The gloomy and cloudy of every season
Is the...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU III

Spring
stirs the clouds
in the sky's teabowl
—Kikusha-ni, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Tonight I saw
how the peony crumples
in the fire's embers
—Katoh Shuhson, loose...

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You were born in December
And you wear your trouble like a rough petrifying plum and carry the sadness of 1000 unsung voices
That's about as much...

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