Haiku

Solitude
A shadow lingers— not to frighten, but to stay. It knows my quiet better than voices ever may.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Enjoying the moments of now
dancing in the rain watching movies till sunrise... living life carefree *** A/N: With so much going on in our lives, let's remember to relax more often. Stress is detrimental. Life is supposed to be beautiful. Life is beautiful! No matter what the naysayers, evildoers, haters, Karens and drama queens of the world throw our way, it should never disrupt our own pursuit of happiness.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Candle
A flicker clings to the silence of night, whispers of flame defying the end. Ashes recall what stars forget— a soul once burned to softly mend.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Lighthouse
A flicker, then flame— Not fire, but memory. I was a boy once, carving ships from driftwood and sending them into waves
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Water Runs
This is for Carolina Borges' 500 Reads Haiku Challenge. 💦💦💦 The water runs slow A peaceful feeling of home River rocks crashing
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
One Rainy Afternoon
Sight of millipede Resting on a muddy field Coils in solitude ------------------------------------ That's huge and amazing.
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
A Love Haiku to the Beach
This is my entry for the “500 Reads Haiku Challenge” hosted by Carolina Borges. 💙💧💙💧💙💙💧💙💧💙💙💧💙💧💙💙💧💙💧💙💙💧💙💧💙💙💧
By Sandy Gillmanabout a year ago in Poets
Poppies and Buttercups
Scattered in the woods Without care, wildflowers bloom Dancing in sunlight Buttercups — Photo by Susan Fourtane A/N: Historically, poppies symbolise eternal sleep, death, and resurrection in myth and poetry.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Where Did Your Light Go?
Where did your light go? Feels like you were never here My grief never ends. * This sad September Will mark five dreary years since
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
Celebration
Today, the sun shines just for me, a golden light of destiny. It’s my birthday — here I stand, with almost-finished dreams in hand.
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
The Case of Vanishing Cookies
A sneaky little sparrow, So bold and so free, Stole cookies for breakfast— Now who’d disagree? I’m back at the bakery. After the last time, I wanted to see if the sparrow is a regular culprit here. So here I am, sitting in the bakery with a slice of shepherd’s pie, keeping an eye on the open window. I’m pretty sure the sparrow has a nest in the tree outside. The jolly old baker is humming a tune as he bakes the cookies—chocolate chip, yum. After putting the first batch on the counter to cool, he heads back to finish the rest. When the baker returns, he adds the cookies to the cardboard boxes. The boxes sit on the counter, filled with treats, but I still don’t see the culprit. The baker goes back to kneading the dough—when it happens. The sparrow flies in, landing on an empty cardboard box. Turning his little head, he decides what to have for breakfast. He hops onto the box with cookies, grabs one in his beak, and flies away. But it doesn’t stop there—he flies in again, snatching another cookie. In total, three cookies disappear, leaving only one behind in the box. When the baker returns, the confusion and disbelief on his face are clear. I have to pinch myself to keep from bursting into laughter. I guess my question is answered—the sparrow is a regular here.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets