Haiku

Vulture's flying watching
Vultures circle high, Looking down on prey below, Hungry eyes watch close.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
sky swimmer
set on a high dive, blue blended in blue; new shapes, ripples of new wave
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Brolly in the sky
Umbrella in flight, Twisting high over the wall, Lost into the sea. I hope this one resonates better! Let me know if you’d like to adjust it or explore another idea!
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Haiku Lightening in the sky
Rain starts to fall down, Lightning’s silver flash ignites, Clouds thrown together.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Halloween
Hark! Shrieks on the wind! I hear witches and goblins In the sky tonight
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Spirit In The Sky Haiku
Spirit floating high, Veiled in the clouds’ gentle grace, Watching over us.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Paper Bag in the sky Haiku . Runner-Up Sky-ku Challenge.
Paper bag ascends, Blown high to the cloud's embrace, Drifting with the wind.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In the Sky Haiku
Witches in the sky The broomsticks show through the clouds The moon tricks and treats
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Night Shift
Streetlamp stutters out— Dad's oxygen machine breathes, Stars choke on darkness ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Tiffany Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
Mrs Macbeth
Wrapped in black night silk, backlit by a jealous moon, you smothered my stars. * * * * * Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku, they’re all here:
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
Funerary Commendations
Hold onto your forks For that little slice of pie Waits you in the sky.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Light Pollution
I can't see the stars, too dim for my weary eyes, but I know they're there.
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Poets