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Week VII: Midterm Muses
Note: I have been distracted with the exams and other work I have had to give this past week, so, this is kind of a cheat. It is series of haikus based on the excuses given by a set of students who missed part of their exams (and no, they were not allowed in).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Kintsugi 2
I’m sorry I took you for granted I never planned it I didn’t mean to break you I just wanted to take you As I always had
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hearts
Nothing feels better Then your strong arms around me Lavender soap scent * Arms around your waist My head on your firm chest rests
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
NO HOOK
I find It jarring but Inspiring To a point I think I’m starring In a movie I’m the star Potential’s there might not be far
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Kintsugi
An unexpected interaction Something I never expected to happen Finding my personal kintsugi Who knew it was in the cards
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Vocal Gold
I’m not a real writer, I’m a make believe fraud I grasp to make rhymes, like a wordsmithing god I take too many liberties and expect you to comment
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Blah, Blah And So On
Tongue twisters test and taunt me to wrangle with some words Mixing my minds many memes, for something you’ve never heard
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Just An Appetizer
The bloody haiku Just a taste of the madness Stirring the craving
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Insomniac Is Back
An eerie silence filled the house the wind tugged at the sills She clenched the buttons on her blouse to ward off evening's chills
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Things That Make You Go, Hmm
Why do bars let you park if you can’t drink and drive If crime doesn’t pay, how do politicians thrive Can people grow old in the absence of time
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Catamorphosis
Cat hair here, Cat hair there OMG, it’s everywhere. In the air, on my clothes, hairball vomit on my toes. On the carpet, and the rugs,
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
The beauty of the crooked.
The beauty of the crooked. I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets