Haiku

Chrysanthemum
yellow chrysanthemum emits enchanting fragrance winter’s offering. Chrysanthemum blooms in winter and spreads the mild, sweet fragrance.
By Seema Patelabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Harvesting Tubers
Harvest season— digging under the soil, plump tuber nuggets. Digging the soil and unearthing the sweet potatoes feels so rewarding.
By Seema Patelabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Merciful Judge
Oh indeed I paid, mercy passed me by, truth took my all, not but just
By Dianaabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Sunflower and Goldfinch
sunflower seeds now— gorgeous blooms come summer days, goldfinch chatter. In this chill of winter, I am sowing and planting sunflower seeds.
By Seema Patelabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Health Diary
simple health diary I write body signal patterns saves big sufferings. Most health issues arise due to lifestyle mistakes. So, from 2017, I started writing my health diary and changed my habits, avoiding allergens. In this way, I minimized my healthcare needs.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
I Hate AI, It Just Never Seems To Co-operate - Why Does It Make Sense, Why?
Why do you think you know all the information!? Don't you see I'm trying to change the world! Don't you see that I want people to know things, scary things!?
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"a day ago in Poets
Warmth of Life
Warmth of Life A Haiku Summer warmth on skin Winter heartbeats warm within Both given freely
By Brittney Moorea day ago in Poets
Thank You Squid Game Yule Log
Blazing placebo Bring me dream heat and static I feel a strange warmth
By Max Castlemana day ago in Poets
Gifted Morning Warmth
Snow slows the morning, yet I dream a frosted scene between each warm sip.
By Mike Owczareka day ago in Poets
Writing isn’t magic
I thought words arrived as if breathing were easy. Books fooled my young eyes. Now I know better. Stories take patient years.
By Diani Alvarengaa day ago in Poets
Still Burning
Cold enters the heart, yet one small light keeps burning memory stays warm.
By Mansoor Afaqa day ago in Poets
Gifted Warmth
Snow slows the morning, yet I dream a frosted scene between each warm sip.
By Mike Owczareka day ago in Poets