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A Selection Of Haiku's

Submitted by mand on Thu, 2013-11-14 16:18
Sunburst Cherry    
   
White scented blossoms
bloom, Um! So juicy and plump  
cherry opal fruits.  
 
Temples Of The Sun 
 
Tiny specks of dew
sparkle a sanctum of light
bursting with colour.
 
Water Feature
 
Silver slick water
bubbling up diamond rocks,
cinnamon sun splashed. 
 
Hinomaru ( "circle of the sun" )
 
Just before sunset

V I O L E T * C A S C A D E * F O N T

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2013-11-14 14:59

spacial
lows

the seperate
apex
like a soulful fulcrum
under stress

the delicate
music
of this flex

calling
in its voice
of wavelength

the saturation depths
alight

If I was a comfort
in the feilds of snow
the scatter
of that haze

it was buried
drawn fast
beneath
the fury

lost chaste post
to the new age
orders
tucked neat

falling like the
orchid cold
fast of evening

a ghost of
colour

Untitled

Submitted by Desell on Thu, 2013-11-14 00:28

Life of sorrow
Life of everyone’s hate
Slapped away the helping hand

Everybody wishes to be my exterminator
There is no savior
I am my own exterminator

The dying tied up plant cannot grow
Burn the strings
I am now the ashes

November Waters

Submitted by Shyanne18 on Wed, 2013-11-13 19:33

frigid water
waves rocking
feeling the rhythm.
moving with the moon, distorting gravity
the oceans echo in my ears
forever crashing, endless heart beat.

the horizon swallowing sunset
swept away by the Pacific's,
icy November waters.
seagulls casting shadows on my skin
angels of death above
fluttering sunlight.

my lungs beckoning,
the salty waters.
this my baptism,
as well as my icy grave
ships and boats just passers by,
myself frozen in time

How many years

Submitted by Ian.T on Wed, 2013-11-13 19:10

I touched the substance of your mind
It held me with velvet gloves
Near without touching
Rhythmic colours drifted
Talking was just a dream

There in our ways was an understanding
A lifetime of things to feel
Yet that touch will have to wait
There are thoughts that echo
They call my life to task
Why have I to be so
Though I never let you go.
I have never stayed by your side
I occupy all your realms.

The Moon

Submitted by mand on Wed, 2013-11-13 15:27

The moon,
light cascading
in the black void of space.
Glows a bright halo of glory.
Its gypsum beauty dominates the sky.
When the winter nights are hoary
the stars bow to its grace,
accolading
the moon.

what of a poet

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2013-11-13 14:59

A new wave poetry
Well the same mind coughs so very often...very often
some music flows in some ears
while for else it’s a cause of tears,
when poetry flows from seamless fathoms
none can critique on rhyme or rhythm,
this one emanated
as I scanned in ecstasy,
at some ones video so exotic
that my mind also became
equally erotic
thus I composed this so poetic,
ere I became neurotic

Slumming

Submitted by brittle light on Wed, 2013-11-13 06:45

neon webs
bounce, the boom
a blended haze

saturday slinkers
crowding
burst of youthful lust

horns and hubbub
the splash and spill

drums pounding
deep into the wilds

the joint's gone high-octane

swelling
hot

joy's ragged edge
feral
uninhibited

exhilerating

A Kiss In A Dream

Submitted by William Saint George on Wed, 2013-11-13 05:30

Her lips were red and occupied with giggles,
so I planted a wet one on her cheeks.
She said I was a coward,
so I kissed her on her lips to prove
I was a man.

I kissed her in a dream,
and sent her packing all the way back home,
just before sunrise.

She thought I lied,
she said I made it up.

but I did, I said,
for all my dreams are lies, you see?

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