Haiku

The Storm
wind of change, blowing gliding through the storm, with grace an eagle took flight
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Free
Break me free of all, Melt the chains away with warmth, Build me wings on love.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Calling the Angels Down
The call has sounded Legions rush on mighty wings, Warriors among us. ++++++ They are here. ‬‬ “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Ugh, Yoga
Fuck warrior three, I think I’m on the wrong leg. Oops, someone farted.
By Elle Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Happy Birthday In Heaven My Baby
her feet left her mark preserved in womb's soil within fifteen years gone
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Black-Eyed Junco Song Bird Haikus
Junco have you heard? The bird feeder are flowing Eat, winter is near. **** Junco, do not hide Hawk hunter is on the fly
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Say I Love You
Don't say I love you, Unless you're saying it from your heart, Your words have no meaning.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Knowing
Love you’ve never known Fulfilling and beautiful, Beyond wildest dreams. — Complete the connect, Experience the feelings
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Eidolism
Shadows, footsteps, scents are their way to say goodbye after they have left. * * Eidolism is a fancy word meaning a belief in ghosts. The roots of the word are in ancient Greek. Let us have some more spookiness even after the Halloween because why not?
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
Anticipation
Senses on alert Mind quickens, heart smiles, for the Best is yet to come.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Forever Young
mirrored images reflections of bygone days memories linger *********************************** Note: I originally wrote this for the Sky-ku. Then reread it and said to myself. ‘Jason, ya fool. This has nothing to do with the sky.’
By JBazabout a year ago in Poets
A saved life
In his life of misery He was broken, he was sad, An Angel came and made him glad.
By Groguabout a year ago in Poets