Haiku

Why humanness in its virtue fails
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Haiku Poetry - Beautiful Babies and Our Five Senses
Touch I can feel your touch Harsh on my soft newborn skin A feel of warmth, love 💗💗💗💗 Sight I can’t see you yet But I can sense you are near
By Calvin London2 years ago in Poets
After the Conflict
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhila2 years ago in Poets
Sunfire
a setting orange globe, blazing the sky afire sinking beneath clouds Copyright © 1/21/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin I am thrilled you stopped by! 😃 Please subscribe to me—it's free. (You can also enable notifications.) Click the ♡, leave a comment, and share with your friends.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Kitchen Chronicles- Tale from the Stovetop
Your eyes go cookoo. When you are looking at others. At the same time as yourself! The subheading might have confused you, but let me assure you it is indeed a full kitchen. I am in the kitchen, my mom is in the kitchen, Grammy is in the kitchen, sister-in-law is in the kitchen, and of course, the walking cooking disaster, my younger sister, is in the kitchen. I just pray that she doesn't set the kitchen on fire.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
People Pleaser, in Four Haiku
Sick, guilty, tired I upset someone today People-pleaser's mind Sick to my stomach Worry that they now hate me Anxious fingers tap
By Maggie Elizabeth 2 years ago in Poets
A Haiku of You
I find you in snow Pathways filled and a world made new it melts too quickly
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Not Needed
No validation Not a gratification Is needed for Joy
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The Accolade
Kneeling before her Honor is given and felt Witnessed, a knight's rise
By Jonathan Lawrence2 years ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:9,10
Chapter 9: The Final Trial The journey neared its destined close, Yet trials remained where shadows rose. A demon king, fierce and vast, Prepared to halt their group at last. The Bull Demon King, with might untamed, Sought to see their mission maimed. With fire and iron, his armies grew, A foe so great, their strength he knew. Wukong stepped forth, his eyes aflame, “This battle, I claim in Heaven’s name!” With staff in hand and a warrior’s roar, He charged the foe on the battlefield’s floor. The clash was fierce, the skies did cry, As mountains shook and clouds flew by. The Bull King’s strength was a match for the sage, But Wukong fought with wisdom and rage. Through cunning and wit, the tide did turn, As flames of the demon began to burn. Wukong’s strikes rang loud and true, Until the Bull King’s might was subdued. The group pressed on, their will refined, Their goal in sight, though weary in mind. At Thunderclap Temple, they reached the gate, Where destiny and fate did wait. Chapter 10: Enlightenment and Peace The temple gleamed with sacred light, Its halls a beacon of holy might. The scriptures they sought, the sutras divine, Awaited the pilgrims at the end of their line. Wukong knelt as the monk gave praise, Their trials honored, their strength ablaze. Through storms and fire, through doubt and pain, Their mission complete, the truth they gained. For Wukong, this was more than a quest, It was a path to become his best. Once a rebel, wild and free, He’d found his place in eternity. Buddha watched with a knowing smile, “For Wukong, this was worth the trial. From stone-born pride to wisdom’s grace, The Monkey King has found his place.” With enlightenment, he shed his chains, No longer bound by ego’s reigns. A Buddha now, he stood so tall, At peace with himself, and loved by all. The journey ended, yet it began anew, For growth is eternal, and hearts must pursue. Thus ends the tale of Wukong’s rise, From earthly king to heaven’s skies.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:7,8
Chapter 7: The Journey Begins With staff in hand and heart unsure, Wukong joined the monk, his fate obscure. Through forests dark and rivers wide, He walked as Tang Sanzang’s guide. The path was fraught with dangers near, Demons that thrived on greed and fear. Each sought the monk, his flesh divine, Believing his death would grant them time. Wukong, fierce, with a warrior’s art, Protected his charge with a loyal heart. His cloud-somersault spanned mountains high, And his staff struck foes from earth to sky. Yet as they traveled, the monkey grew, Learning the lessons he never knew. From Sanzang’s wisdom, soft and kind, Wukong began to calm his mind. The journey tested both strength and soul, Revealing the cost of his reckless goal. Though once a king with a fiery pride, He now stood strong as the monk’s guide. Chapter 8: The White Bone Spirit Through a desolate land, their journey led, Where barren hills loomed, and winds struck dread. In secret shadows, a demon did dwell, The White Bone Spirit, with schemes to compel. She craved the monk’s immortal flesh, To feast and make her powers fresh. Disguised as a maiden, fair and frail, She approached the travelers with a sorrowful tale. Wukong, with eyes of fiery sight, Saw through her guise, her foul delight. Without a word, his staff did fall, Shattering the demon’s fragile thrall. But Sanzang, deceived, was filled with ire, Rebuking Wukong for his “reckless fire.” He saw not the demon’s wicked game, And blamed the monkey for needless shame. Twice more the spirit returned to deceive, But Wukong struck her each time with speed. Though saving the monk, his trust grew thin, And doubt crept into Sanzang’s kin. At last, the spirit met her fate, Destroyed by Wukong’s unyielding hate. But the monk, misled, sent Wukong away, Leaving the monkey in deep dismay. Yet destiny called; they would reunite, For Wukong’s heart was bound to the light. Through trials and pain, his loyalty shone, A bond unbroken, though hardships were sown.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
The Monkey King's Journey chapter:5,6
Chapter 5: Buddha's Trap Across the skies, his name was sung, Of Wukong’s might and the havoc he’d brung. He laughed at Heaven’s futile plea, “I am the king of eternity!” The Jade Emperor called, with desperate tone, To Buddha, who dwelt on a lotus throne. “Contain this beast, this rebel sprite, Who dares to claim celestial right!” Buddha appeared, serene yet stern, His gaze a lesson Wukong must learn. “Great Sage,” he said, “you boast so high, Can you escape the reach of the sky?” Wukong sneered, “No bounds for me! I’ll race beyond eternity!” With a somersault, he flew so far, Past mountains, clouds, and the furthest star. He reached five pillars, tall and grand, Believing he’d crossed the edge of the land. He scrawled his name to mark his claim, Then leapt back, declaring his fame. But Buddha smiled and raised his palm, Revealing the truth with infinite calm. The five great pillars? His fingers, still, Wukong was trapped by Buddha’s will. Before he could fight, the mountain fell, Five Elements bound him in a stone cell. For five hundred years, he lay confined, Until redemption would free his mind. Chapter 6: Release and Redemption Five centuries passed, the world had changed, And Wukong’s rage was slowly tamed. Beneath the mountain, his thoughts grew deep, As time and stillness began to seep. Then came Tang Sanzang, a monk of grace, Seeking peace in a troubled place. Bodhisattva Guanyin made the decree: “Release Wukong, but bind him to me.” The mountain groaned, its chains undone, And Wukong beheld the blazing sun. The monk approached with quiet care, “Will you, O Monkey, my burden bear?” At first, he scoffed, his pride still vast, But a golden circlet was bound to him fast. A spell of control, to quell his wrath, Forced Wukong upon the righteous path. With grudging steps, he swore to protect, The monk and his mission, though with regret. Through trials and toil, his soul would learn, That strength alone brings no return. Thus began the journey, east to west, Where Wukong’s heart would face its test. From rebel king to loyal friend, His quest for redemption would never end.
By COU2 years ago in Poets