Haiku

Authorial Intent
Novelists create Characters they love and then Harm, for stories' sake
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Notorious, Mysterious Name
How much liberty Or privacy do fictions Enjoy, and who knows?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Inner Apologies
I apologize, again, to my tired body. Mind cannot sleep well.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Precious Time
Start to get up and clear your mind How do you expect time can wait for you Imagine all the time flies in every second or any minute
By Air Emory2 years ago in Poets
"Eternal Embrace: A Love's Journey"
In the heart's quiet chamber, love softly stirs, A gentle flame that endlessly recurs. It whispers secrets, known only to two,
By Guilbert M2 years ago in Poets
Life
Eternal Symphony** *Dawn's Embrace* Dawn's light dances, blooms, Nature's breath in vast rooms, Life's rhythms softly glow.
By Idogho Oghale2 years ago in Poets
Good Friends
Came to my senses… Yanking hot tears from my eyes, just to let them cool.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The History Of Haiku
Haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. It has a rich and spiritual history. Many people relate Haiku to Zen. Haiku did not originate from Zen. Zen is not even considered a school or branch of Buddhism by scholars and universities comparative religion departments because Zen does not adhere to any Buddhist Sutra (teaching) but promotes nihilism. Unfortunately with the proliferation of the internet false equivalents are epidemic.
By John Charles Harman2 years ago in Poets
The Butcher's Daughter. Content Warning.
In the Payne's Grey night I fumble, fingering hot, Wet, squishy, sticky * How did these get here? None of these belongs to me--
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Tank Top Season
I liked myself more, before I foolishly put my heart on my sleeve.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Just Stop
Girl, just get a grip! You can buy yourself flowers. Step back into you.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Storms Looming
I heard the thunder. Rain came, wind blew and then I remembered it’s true.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets