Haiku

False Flag
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Playful
In a realm of whimsy Kids chase butterflies freely Pure innocence, glee
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
The metamorphosis of desperation into a field of dandelions
The dramatism of the mortal bane elapsed in its stillness to be, In the pleas of eternal metamorphosis, I wished for the darkness to engulf me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Heroes
Warriors of light Bravely stand against the dark Hope guides their path
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Wrong Turn
Curiosity's call Cat explores dangerous lair But ends up just fine
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Yum
"Pancakes on my plate, Syrup dripping down my chin, Breakfast is the best."
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Mishaps
In a small cafe Coffee spills on my new shirt My luck strikes again
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Happy Happy
Smile while you crumble Smile while your heart’s bleeding tears so they’ll never know
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Feeling is Seeing
I feel the sun’s warmth On your shoulders, and I want you to feel it too.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Chilled Drinks & Cloud Shapes - Relaxing with Family
The drifting cloud tells the story. An inner child awakens. And imagination runs wild. It is a sunny day and I'm hanging around with my lovely sister-in-law. It has been a while since we last met. It is nice to take a break from busy life for friends and family - so here I am. Deciding against going out in this temperature we planned on hanging around in the backyard by the pool surrounded by nature with chilled drinks.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Fear Not
Standing on the ledge of pain and perceived comfort, afraid to step off. —- The chains have grown in, your veneer concealing them,
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
That Guy in Cherokee Country. Top Story - July 2024.
How long have I been holding my breath, especially here in the Deep South where "the nod" takes on an extra level of community?
By Geoffrey Philp 2 years ago in Poets