Haiku Write Poems | Examples
These Haiku Write poems are examples of Write poems about Haiku. These are the best examples of Write Haiku poems written by international poets.
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cursive letters pale
fade into weathered parchment—
they were stories once.
my gray cells are few
my emotions are boxed up
a blank page stares back
mind over matter
allow my fingers to dance
escape from my cell
moss embraces stone walls
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a skylark sings over h s
warmth s e e p s into earth.
interstellar d u
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atop lake of life...
nesting blue jays rest
wooden homes secured with first ~
saplings of spring's birth
protoplanet c r o o n s
violet
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serenading s
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warmth golden sunrise
wisps of sweet honeysuckle~
glide upon spring's rays
A curling road
Narrow, steep and wide
Beneath are thorns
Indeed there are many good poems, here in rhyme and in
Prose.' In Haiku and Senryu ' Acrostic; who knows.? Also
There are some who, write comments while 'holding their own
Nose' we can think what we want.' We can write as we will!
Should there be a directive.? If so let it be of truth drawn
And out of (good-will) is there censorship.? Among the body.?
Not the hosts of this site.' Egregious evil should be negated
That is only right.' Yet to bring air to a subject be it soiled
Laundry.? Or foul capers.? Is the first step to health that
Must be addressed.' On screen or paper.' Who works here
Art? In the bright blaze of light.' Who would illuminate minds?
Be it by day or by the night.? Has reality no bearing? Or currency
To some minds? ( I read of good intentions ) yet some of the writers may as well be blind.' No one admits to censoring
Yet to cancel.? Its seems is sublime.' Those indeed get to pardon
Their own short-sighted-ness' moving along one un-democratic block at
A time.'
The shimmer that flows,
Across leaves glimmer in sun,
The inner rose posed.
Pencil in my hand.
What will I write about next?
Writing is a process.
The rain is pouring
smearing the rainbow colors
into purple haze
sand between the toes
rising up catching the wave
fish fleeing past feet