Sleep Rough Haiku
You always showed off
Had to be the best in school
Now your sleeping rough
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Winter Up High
Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Black4 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Dang that sucks.
This deeply resonated with me.
This haiku packs a punch. It makes me think about how things can change so drastically. I wonder what led to this person going from always showing off and being at the top in school to sleeping rough. It's a stark contrast that really makes you stop and consider the twists life can take.
Interesting, and humans need at least 8 hours per day for a healthy life.