Haiku

Fire Ants
Small ants with a bite that itches, looks like a pimple, Try not to scratch!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Bedbugs, again
Creepy little things that scatters in the light Infestation, yikes!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Get Even
Expectations, great— in a savior?; all goes to the disaster. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Four Haiku
Little boy alone: I start as a child with books. No shared love with them. * School for achievement? Certificates and good grades.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Unplug
Want your good life back? Life of connection, love and Lasting full meaning? Delete your Insta, Close your Facebook account,
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
Rivers
Turns out, a haiku I wrote in fourth grade for the Young Authors Contest was not only a winning entry—it was early foreshadowing of a writer. I must say, I’m impressed with 9 year old mini me ❤️.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Tell Me the Story
Tell me the story of how You created this again. I love it. ❤️ Tell me again how You spoke it into being. I love hearing it.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
My Favorite Day
❤️ A gorgeous day It's sunny, windy, hazy That makes it perfect. ❤️ When God gives me this I receive it with gratitude
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
#4
young blood, baby fat we're all dead in the inside lost in solitude ~~~ This haiku is one of the few surviving ones I wrote when I first started to write poetry. (The others got lost on floppy disks and notebooks my mum threw out.) I used to give them numbers as titles, this was the 4th I've ever written.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Reflections
River stones aglow, silver hush between the reeds— silence holds the sky.
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Unspoken
Etched into my heart the words I'm longing to say trapped in my silence.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets