Haiku

The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
that inky thing
inside and rotten that small, withered, rattling flesh from within, It eats
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
the coupled thing
who does the loving? the doer or the dreamer... for us, we do both
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
patterned thought
i may have said yes, but i meant no. didn't you hear hesitation?
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Dissociate
Misplaced once again, Solitary. Surrounded. What’s the difference? A/N: A haiku - just for you! What does this say to you? I am very interested in interpretations of my haikus! I have unfortunately had a period of ill health, so poetry has been a useful outlet for me. I am happy to report that there are improvements and I think a diagnosis is around the corner! Also around the corner...more FABLES! -TWW
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Poets
Bless the bad
Twist me inside out My small vision will expand; Bless your evil hands
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Do not wait for life To slowly die out; Live it While it’s still present
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Morning’s Renewal
Dew-kissed morning blooms, Whispers of a new day rise, Breath of dawn renews. Postscript: This haiku reflects the invigorating freshness of a new day, capturing the gentle renewal that dawn brings with each breath of morning air.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
the artists heart thing
warped clay of course mottled surfaces, my dove a student of love
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
of the paired things
two cups; both for me one with dings, chips, and ridges you will be here soon
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
the subconscious thing
memory; a gift seldom used and seldom felt even when it stings
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets
the thinky thing
the smallest of thoughts but the mightiest of all doubt holds up the scale
By crayoncreativeabout a year ago in Poets