Haiku

Passing Time Haiku
Passing Time Haiku Three months gone so fast It’s true time waits for no one Soon the year will pass Note Only two days left in March, life is passing by faster than ever before
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Walking
I wonder the earth Haunted by memories A mental disease of unforgeting Weeping over unrealized futures Uncomfortable in every place and setting
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Apartment Living
The hum of machines. No birds, no wind, no rain; an unnatural silence.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden7 months ago in Poets
Crows on Sycamore
winter dust settles crows wait on the sycamore ready now to fly. Note: Sometimes, I saw crows waiting for all members of the group to arrive, so they can fly to their night shelter.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Diamond & Burn
The beginning is always the same — not a moment, but a fracture of light on something I mistook for myself. Beneath a navy sky, I made a vow. I called it love. I called it forward. I was already running.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 months ago in Poets
Standing Tall in the Fog
I. Standing tall in fog along coastal mountain range. The redwood will strive despite an uncertain fate In the hands of human waste.
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
Cedar Fire
victim of wildfire reminder of human fault can we be more wise? Note: The Cedar Fire was a catastrophic wildfire, which burned above 200 thousand acres of land in San Diego County, California. It happened in autumn 2003. A man had started a signal fire, which went out of control.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Unhinged The Haiku
Unhinged The Haiku Unhinged that’s you weird Born from bad blood parents dead Psycho breathing air
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Peace I Need
I want this deep peace under the old tree’s cool shade nothing more I need. Note: I find immense peace among the trees. What about you?
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
The dappled moonlight sends my thoughts swooning as a romantic, hopeless.
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Political Thirty-Seven
Not political? Who gets to be ahead now? Perfect...for others... * Note: I found out about this particular concept with the number 37, and I had to use it for my series of haikus on politics. I believe that finding work can be a political act, as can the decisions made by the ones hiring and deciding who gets to step ahead.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
Broken Filter. Top Story - April 2026.
Why don’t you ever think before you speak? But I do,and did, I planned to every dotted T. Somehow withevery line conversation keeps diverging increasingly unmanageably.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets