Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: haiku, original, sky, breath, existence, night, dark, darkness, leaf, autumn, fall, leaves, universe, beauty, loneliness, night, stars, moon
should the sky fall,
let my last breath
praise Your existence
—Michael R. Burch
It ever was night,
yet in the darkness I found you,
shining, bright.
—Michael R. Burch
a last leaf
clinging to life
declines to fall...
—Michael R. Burch
the Universe,
dazzled by her beauty,
swoons.
—Michael R. Burch
Loneliness engulfs me
like an immense night
void of stars.
—Michael R. Burch
Crow
perched quizzically on scarecrow:
natural comedian!
—Michael R. Burch
Autumn leaves
swirling:
dreams aloft & imperiled
—Michael R. Burch
struggle to fit
into cramped too-small shoes:
tiny haiku
—Michael R. Burch
your easy smile
brightens the day
natural as wildflowers
—Michael R. Burch
a single silver leaf
on the old oak tree:
autumn moon
—Michael R. Burch
Written: July 17, 2025, for contest by Joseph May
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Silk voice ties the tunes of the throng
As you play the chill, snake-hands song
Void doesn't just loom—he swoons and croons
Of the throng, silk voice ties the tunes
My sound won't cross—cling to your room
He swoons and croons—void doesn't just loom
Won't quench the charm and delight dross
Cling to your room—my sound won't cross
I'll break the chain with skillful smarm
And delight dross won't quench the charm
Haunts the twilight with spry disdain
With skillful smarm, I'll break the chain
Even my heart can't sate your height
With spry disdain, haunts the twilight
When the coming spite pours a chart
Can't sate your height, even my heart
In a winter’s bed I sleep, a dreamless starless sky above
And though the daylight does not keep
The snow flies like an aimless dove.
The blood orange sun spreads ‘cross the sky like a painting on a wall
The artist keeps a watchful eye and wraps the hues in endless squalls.
The cardinal with its wings of red
Chirps its promises of signs
Of those of us who’ve gone ahead to speak of heaven’s unbounded shine.
My frozen bones begin to warm around the fire’s roaring blaze
Like brittle ice in a winter’s storm,
And blanket the horizon’s haze.
These sacred days of early moons and late sunrises wrapped in time,
For it won’t be long till springtime swoons
The tulips from the winter’s grime.
A kiss can say everything without a word,
the most beautiful music a heart has ever heard.
Your kiss will send my soul to Paradise,
where I see "I love you" spring from your eyes.
A kiss can make the best of a trying day,
give hope to a soul and chase blues away.
So much is shared when gentle lips meet,
nothing else compares, its taste is so sweet!
A kiss can say "I'm falling for you"
and will hold a heart the whole night through.
It joins two spirits in a dance of bliss,
what's in the heart is portrayed in a kiss.
A kiss can move and give hope for love,
it feels like a breath from up above.
It swoons, it touches, it enthralls the soul,
with the power to make a broken heart whole.
A kiss between lovers is a beautiful thing,
time stands still while joys tenderly sing.
Of all things pleasing, there is one thing I miss,
holding you close and falling into a kiss.
I’ve seen it, late those myriad afternoons—
A twilight blush, first waiting patiently
to welcome back your scintillating beauty,
next succumbing to your mild midnight swoons;
Your sapphire eyes then gleamed as glowing moons—
Though here facing me, near enough to see,
distantly they shone, reflecting the glee ?of more divinely animated tunes;
Yet, stretching out, I could not seem to reach
your spirit, could not stir your astral soul.
With the stars, glittering light-years away,
you were much too remote for wordly touch.
O me, what fool such a faraway goal
would chase? Was it not wiser home to stay?
blue cheese moon glows swoons
fickle as an old pickle
maiden not impressed
She swoons atop a berg
There air water bullets
On midnight's face cross low —
While then besides the dark
Brims in Gemini froze.
She swoons atop a berg
We try for scraps on ice.
She is yours within me.
Of these miles between us,
This sea's the outer ring.
She swoons atop a berg
The Mercury has sank —
Only a lichen's mum,
A last bob underneath
For Saturn's interlove.
She swoons atop a berg
Without a jogging stance
To explain to us where —
That midnight neither melts
Air in ice, ice in air.
long night
starlight
under a moon
that swoons
waiting
longing
pulling at straws
our life on pause
token promises
hits and misses
while darkness looms
silence speaks volumes
AP: 2nd place 2025
Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy
Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game
Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much
Chris plans the evening well,
standing under the spell of
Roxy’s second-story window
(taming butterflies)
Cyra too on the scene
is nowhere to be seen
as if hiding in a cloud
awaiting a cue
Chris tosses candied sweethearts
at her window, she finally awakens
Roxy’s appearance is captivating,
stirring Chris’s senses
Surrogate Cyra begins on cue
launching love-struck expressions
Roxy nearly swoons …
Chris starts coughing
Discerning the subterfuge
as coughing Chris chokes
Roxy beseechingly begs,
“Who are you? What is your name?”
Truth undisguised
Cyra promptly replies,
“Cyra … NO! I will not lie—
I am generative AI”
Roxy faints, befuddled
Chris’s words muddled
Thus ends this mad romp—
AI awaits a prompt
Deciduous defines days of our lives
by temporary scenes upon its stage.
There we progress from infancy to age,
so often judged by wealth our death survives.
Deciduous events tempt youthful eyes,
producing all that energetic rage.
Each generation writing its new page,
changing values deemed societal strives.
Inconstant is the work of nature’s hand,
casting shadows on deciduous moons.
By nightly shifting, rhythm of the tides,
its waxing, wanning angles will command,
some human heart give yield to passions’ swoons.
Ephemeral emotions brief, felt prides.
she plays
night notes
they fly
so high
this tune
moves us
hands click
on keys
speak truth
two hearts
souls sing
doves coo
clouds clap
moon muse
onyx sky
join her
as one
the jazz
swoons all
breath bond
black wax
white flames
on top
blow out
April 12th 2012
Fast as you can say ‘Jack Robinson’
Up pops another rookie phenom
But as April heroics fade
to June swoons
Came the dog days of August
extinguished ~ the honeymoon
Sing a silly song with me off key
Pretend we are big golden stars
Walking on clouds gracefully
Winning every suitors red heart
We never stay down for long
The force of hope in us too great
We dance with joy the force is strong
And angels will guide our way
We don't need a color TV
We entertain ourselves well
In our hand of creativity
We make our magic so swell
My inner child loves to smile
And has ignored reasons to cry
Poetic mother moon swoons proud
Father sun beans esteem in blue sky
In fact this is the aftermath
Of writers block of my brain
I can be free in poetic tasks
If I don't strain my pink brain
Stick with me like caramel
Feel as colorful or colorless
As your mood dictates
Watching the sun rise
In your electric eyes
Makes my heart smile
I need your lavender liquid love
Like plants need water
I love you sweetheart
No matter how slow
The seasons roll
Time is measured by your attention
Sun rises orange in your arms
Mid day craves sun high on brown face
Sun sets red to black caressing back
And the moon swoons sensually
Just above the horizon and we
Fall so deep into a peaceful sleep
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 moon fading in the clouds.
So much doubts wallowering on my mind.
Jieranai Maier ©?
August 2018
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