Haiku

5 Haikus
1 I saw flocks of finches Singing from oak top My heart is healed 2 Copious Pyracantha flowers Smelly for human nostrils
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Keep It Lit
Even black light dims So daily we must renew Let your deeds shine forth ****************************
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Just Another Day
Today was just another day Of sadness, of sorrow No different than tomorrow. The universe cast me in my role but the universe hasn't made me whole
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Wrecking
Prayers heard, answered One came to show you truest love and you shattered him. + + + The hidden wreckage blocks out the sun, the heart's cry
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
A poem about your first diary in which you wrote your first poem
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Suddenly, One Afternoon
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratul2 years ago in Poets
Morning in the forest
🌳🐇🐿️🦆🌳 Morning starts so bright. Forest creatures run and hide, Happy out of sight! 🌳🐇🐿️🦆🌳 ~~~ Haiku What makes a well written haiku? A haiku should convey a moment of insight, probably from an observation either in the real world or in your mind and heart.
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Poets
Tuna Chips and Catnip
Five cats playing cards Betting fish chips and catnip Winner takes it all 🐟 Place your antes now Divvying up for five card claw
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Allama Iqbal – The No.1 Poet of Pakistan
Early Life and Education Born on November 9, 1877, in Sialkot, Punjab (then part of British India), Allama Iqbal belonged to a devout Muslim family. He showed early signs of intellectual brilliance and poetic talent. He received his initial education in Sialkot and then moved to Lahore, where he attended Government College. Under the mentorship of Sir Thomas Arnold, Iqbal developed a deep interest in Western philosophy.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
All vocal my friends please read
They Stole MY POEMS My heart is not just aching, it’s bruised, blackened by the greed of a stranger who took what was never theirs.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Withering Tree
This is for Mikeydred's April Prompt and Natasha's Poetry Challenge. We remember those who sacrifice---silently. Michelle Liew
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Easter… What a weekend!
Trumped up charges brought you to a farce of a trial Silent, you bore it. * Your enemies fueled by anger and hate, bayed for
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets