Skies cannot speak, but… Through the beaks of the ravens We sing life’s refrain *** *** *** Authors note: This poem is part of a series, I intended for each haiku to stand alone as an entry in the sky-ku challenge.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Apathetic skies Swing low on a raven’s wings To kiss me goodbye *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
let’s fly to the moon, in the sky above, my love, on wings of a dove! Thank you for reading 😊
By Moe Radosevichabout a year ago in Poets
Now my vision dims The cosmos swirl indifferent I can wait no more *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
Noon takes no notice— I am nothing but a speck Of self aware dust *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
I wait and linger For a sign that I mattered But the skies show none *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
beasts fight in the sky, rockets blazing, scorching the eye, truce I say, let’s try!! old school thinking, make love not war, thank you for reading 😊😊
The dawn does not care Why or how long I stay here Sunrise walks on by *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
Now the Eastern glow Starts to warm my weary soul But comforts are false *** *** Authors note: I hope this works as a stand alone. It’s also part of a themed series. If you’re interested in continuity, you can start at the beginning,
knife sky slashed quick by forked tail. wings sweep, command blue with savage grace +
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
Ice and dust: an ear Hot light remembered your name You became bright speed
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a witch flying over the moon bringing the Hocus Pocus soon.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
