Write a haiku on any topic and post it in the comments section below. The haiku must adhere to the traditional parameters of a haiku to qualify (and may be deleted if it does not). It must…

1. Be three lines. The first line must have five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables. Seventeen syllables total (5-7-5).
2. Contain a nature or seasonal reference: the crumbling leaves, the cold air, the smell of manure, the taste of fresh black berries, the cicadas’ buzzing.
3. Be in the present tense (swims rather than swam).
4. Be subtle and observational.
5. Contain some sort of twist in the third line: a shift in perspective or mood, a surprise, a new interpretation of the first or second line.

Read more about writing a haiku here.

When: Now until Saturday August 8, 2020 midnight EST. Winners Announced August 15, 2020.

Who: Anyone in the world, any age or background, may participate. From within the Society, anyone, including Advisory Board Members, not involved in judging the contest may participate. (If you are outside the United States, you will have to have a PayPal account or a bank that accepts U.S. checks to receive the prize money if you win.)

What: Each entrant may submit up to three haiku. Any topic. Must conform to traditional haiku rules above.

Where: Post your haiku in the comments section below.

Prize: $100.

Judge: Mike Bryant (others may be added)

Entry Fee: None

 


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275 Responses

  1. Yousuf Bin Mohammad

    Lull Before the Storm

    Moisture in wind, petrichor fills nostrils
    Tsunami’s seismic splash

    Reply
    • Taylor Gaudette

      late spring arrives new,
      no rain – petals, chokecherries, sweetgrass spate,
      your vague form parts

      Reply
      • Taylor Gaudette

        (fixing an error)

        late spring arrives new,
        no rain – petals, chokecherries, sweetgrass spate,
        your vague form departs

    • Lititia Nwajei

      wintertime is here
      darkness prevails over me-
      a smile of sunshine

      Reply
    • Soumya

      cold, mist surrounds me
      hands lay on the yellow pages
      memories flooding

      Reply
      • Laura Y. Rider

        Tributary:

        Bare feet still on stones
        Fear a silent serpent’s stare—
        Just an empty skin.

    • Gabriel Awuah Mainoo

      sharp bend of the albatross
      behind the slow spinning of the fog
      the uncertainty of my dreams

      a morning sirroco whirls by
      while the cicada escapes to nowhere catching
      breath on the maple leaf

      first family reunion at summer
      a long forgotten name is quickly remembered
      by the size of bowl

      Reply
    • Brooke Proffitt

      we waited all year,
      free to the outdoors with friends,
      then the virus came

      Reply
  2. Jerilyn Nash

    Restlessness beats on
    My soul like waves on the rocks.
    I long to be gone.

    Reply
    • Peter Hartley

      “Hi queue!” is one way
      To address a line I’d say,
      Not in USA.

      Reply
  3. James A. Tweedie

    Beneath the surface
    The river runs swift and deep
    Salmon are spawning

    Reply
  4. Sathyanarayana

    it’s safe at daytime
    the Sun God dims all desires
    …night; the Moon ignites

    the path I tread thence
    is all poesy sprinkled now
    like gold dust on sand

    monsoon doctor helps
    the pregnant earth deliver
    a million sprouts

    Reply
    • Minal Sarosh

      balcony garden
      I let the money plant find
      its way to the sun

      tossing and turning
      when did I become as old
      as the blinking stars ?

      the apple pickers
      bent backs carrying baskets of
      the sweet fragrance

      Reply
  5. Leonard Dabydeen

    1.
    Coming home from work
    Without wearing a face mask:
    Unhealthy practice.

    2.
    Birds tweeting freedom
    prancing on branches of trees
    pollution thinning.

    3.
    Meaning is the same
    mother by no other way
    she’s pregnant with child.

    Reply
  6. M. P. Lauretta

    Winter Haiku

    It’s cold, and it’s here.
    It makes life complicated.
    I so hate the snow.

    Reply
  7. Peter Hartley

    Bad workmen blame tools,
    Good workmen blame other fools:
    (They CAN’T blame owt else).

    Reply
  8. James A. Tweedie

    Long winter journey
    Cloaked in a blanket of snow
    Asleep by the fire

    Spring at her easel
    Wielding a palette of green
    Paints leaves on the trees

    Reply
  9. Carole Mertz

    white droplets sprinkle
    oak leaves in the rainy night—
    sending weeping sounds

    a flash of bright red,
    cardinal in the garden:
    Audubon appears

    old rusty key turns,
    entrance to ancient building—
    opens ancient thoughts

    Reply
    • Jill

      1.

      Glittering sunlight
      Pierces through the canopy
      Disturbs the coolness.

      2. Water

      Swarming molecules
      Dance throughout the streaming flow
      Resolute to fate.

      3. Snake

      Tenses as I near
      Hidden amongst cool darkness
      Slithers silently.

      Reply
  10. James Ph. Kotsybar

    SMALL COMPENSATION

    Summer’s stuck inside,
    Covid contact cowering.
    Neighbors wave more though.

    ELECTION SEASON

    Promises abound.
    Hopes and dreams bloom on the Hill.
    Breath of hot air blows.

    SUMMER BUMMER 2020

    Disguised by face masks,
    sheltered this swimsuit season,
    let ourselves grow fat.

    Reply
  11. Mrudula Rani

    Now

    Stories of us now
    Proffer universal theme,
    Self preservation.

    Lingers one question
    Is Covid19, longest chapter?
    Or call of curtain?

    Anon

    We’re at a place now
    With an uncertain future;
    arrested present.

    Those slipups of past
    Led us to now; hereabouts
    Enfeebled passions.

    Yen prospect of hope
    Crafts life once again stable
    The newest normal.

    Reply
    • Marilyn Ashbaugh

      dawn walk near a bog
      the taste of fresh black berries
      blues the lion’s lament

      long languid morning
      the cicadas’ buzzing song
      stirs the lemonade

      Reply
      • Marilyn Ashbaugh

        Correction:
        dawn walk near a bog
        the taste of fresh black berries
        blues the loon’s lament

        Addition:

        yellow crop duster
        quickly dives wing over wing
        the smell of manure

  12. Patricia A. Marsh

    First Communion host
    stuck to the roof of my mouth
    dissolves. I . . . swallow!

    Footsteps approaching;
    calling birds fall silent: sh-h!
    The willows whisper.

    Reply
    • Patricia A. Marsh

      I realized, too late, that it wasn’t possible to edit or delete my first haiku (above) which has an error in the last line. Therefore, I’m submitting a corrected version of that haiku as my third entry, as follows:

      First Communion host
      stuck to the roof of my mouth
      dissolves. I . . . swallowed!

      Reply
      • Rohini

        Patricia
        I think the swallow works as it keeps it in the present tense

  13. Joe Tessitore

    Haiku Verses

    A tormented boy,
    Adrift on a sea of pain –
    A shell of a man.

    A shell of a man,
    Tumbling on the shore of life,
    Never to be filled.

    Never to be filled,
    A broken shell of a man
    Is swept out to sea.

    Reply
  14. Christina Chin

    vintage lacquer box
    on the blackened mantelpiece
    sandalwood perfume

    whoops of chimpanzees
    in a listing wooden boat
    summer getaway

    a nightingale’s song
    on the forest canopy
    waxing gibbous moon

    Reply
      • Christina Chin

        Thanks ever so much my dear poet friend, Vandana Parashar, deeply appreciate your support, encouragement and feedback always.

        ~ Christina

  15. Gabriel Griffin

    Three haiku

    city umbrellas
    lovers kiss the rain away
    under black silk skies

    lighting the wood fire
    seeing a gold ring glinting
    in last year’s ashes

    this summer evening
    taking us all for a ride
    a merry-go-round

    Reply
  16. Sharmon Gazaway

    tiny white phlox blooms
    exhale a whole hay field’s scent
    cupped in your two hands

    the owl’s head spins ’round
    his spring-loaded talons flexed
    mice mate naive bliss

    as the crow flies straight
    into autumn’s heart of fire
    an icy arrow

    Reply
  17. Utom Emmanuel

    Three haiku

    Sunset at the beach
    The waves rising and falling
    I miss the summer

    Breeze and dancing trees
    Signs of rain yet to come forth
    Joyfully we sing

    Darkness drawing near
    We stay close as lovers do
    What a lovely day.

    Reply
    • Peter Hartley

      Into Shinto shrines?
      To go to noh theatre
      Don’t follow the signs.

      Shogun if you must
      Nippon the bullet train while
      Flaunting noh ticket.

      They’re heasy to do:
      You just need an ‘igh haiku,
      (What I ‘aven’t got).

      Reply
  18. K.P. De Lima

    clouds cover the skies—
    the rain approaches far east
    but birds sing away

    the rolling mountains
    over the sugarcane fields
    trees are witnesses

    thatched roof of palm leaves
    the rain is silent—the moon
    quiet in hiding.

    Reply
  19. Joe Tessitore

    Fog enshrouds the night.
    Woven in the heavy mist,
    A thread of fireflies.

    Reply
    • Peter Hartley

      How tranquil the sea,
      Next day’s spring tides gleefully
      Drowning you and me.

      Reply
      • Peter Hartley

        Nature’s fire expires
        When Empedocles sneezes
        And Etna freezes.

      • Gabriel

        my comment referred to Joe Tessitore’s haiku:
        Fog enshrouds the night.
        Woven in the heavy mist,
        A thread of fireflies.

  20. Edward Ahern

    We are as common
    as dinosaurs once were and
    as apt to die off

    Reply
  21. Douglas J. Lanzo

    White cherry blossoms
    Tinged pink by the setting sun
    Gently drift to sleep.

    Mating spring peepers
    Erupting in symphony
    Celebrate the night.

    Flying fish seek light
    Leaping toward the ocean sun
    Renewing their lives.

    Reply
  22. Joe Tessitore

    We mutter and cuss,
    As time slips away from us –
    It is always thus.

    Reply
  23. Rohini Sunderam

    The virus scares us
    Trembling in isolation
    Mother Nature smiles

    Sand dunes lurch through night
    A single scorpion shuffles
    I gasp as dawn breaks

    Crepuscular light
    Above the city skyline
    Night devours twilight

    Reply
  24. Esther Bunny Brown

    The following haiku was inspired by a visit to a church graveyard in the Michigan county where I grew up. I came across information on that graveyard in a geocaching website.

    Among black walnuts,
    To German gravestones,
    I give them a gift.

    Reply
  25. Anuradha

    bright morning sun rays
    on puddles by night showers
    mirrors on the road

    the mountain in rain
    like a dark Indian beauty
    in filmy nightgown

    Reply
    • Alan

      the virus that spreads
      and sends people to their beds
      lies within their heads

      Reply
  26. Margie

    Pandemic

    Spring sun beckons and
    Birds call, “come out! come on out!”
    But fear fills the air

    Reply
  27. Peter Hartley

    Amendments to my second of three posted together on 3rd July:

    Shogun if you must
    Nippon the bullet train with
    Noh valid ticket.

    Reply
  28. Peter Hartley

    My other two entries now read as follows:

    Nature’s fire pleases
    Till Empedocles sneezes
    And Etna freezes.

    (I was only practising with the other ones ‘cos I’ve never written a haiku before)

    How tranquil the sea:
    Next day’s spring tides gleefully
    Engulf you and me.

    Reply
    • Roy E. Peterson

      Other than worrying about who Empedocles is and why he sneezed,

      I believe for me
      I like the verse of all three.
      They rhymed perfectly.

      Reply
      • Peter Hartley

        EMPEDOCLES AND HIS FLEAS

        Empedocles’ fleas
        Fly up with ease, and later
        Fry in its crater.

        WISHFUL THINKING

        If I bawl she’ll fall
        Down Stromboli and bake ‘er
        Head in the crater!

  29. Joe Tessitore

    Save us from ourselves.
    Save us from the Evil One.
    Prayer, in a nutshell.

    Reply
  30. James Allan Kennedy

    When the eagle flies
    skyward, even the mighty
    oak tree dreams of wings

    Reply
      • Stuart Silverman

        Sad that it’s withdrawn. I think it one of the best here.

  31. Roy E. Peterson

    Three Haiku Poems

    Three bear cubs watched men
    Walking through a sylvan glen.
    Then mom roared again.

    Wind blowing like that
    Upset my calico cat
    By knocking him flat.

    Bird nest in a tree.
    Birdie looking down on me.
    Timed hit, perfectly.

    Reply
    • Roy E. Peterson

      Correction for present tense of three haiku poems:

      Three bear cubs watch men
      Walking through a sylvan glen.
      Then mom roars again.

      Wind blowing like that
      Upsets my calico cat
      By knocking him flat.

      Bird nest in a tree.
      Birdie looking down on me.
      Times hits, perfectly.

      Reply
      • Peter Hartley

        There was a young man from Schleswig-Holstein, who wrote haikus
        In post-preterite pluperfect tense…

        (Well, that’s a bit of a non-starter)

    • Cookey Godknows

      The warmth of nature
      Beckons for humanity
      To save or destroy

      Reply
  32. Dave Whippman

    Hokusai seascape
    the tips of the ocean waves
    sea monster’s claws.

    Reply
  33. Edgardo J. Bungcag

    between empty streets
    and clear blue summer skies-
    your Monalisa smile

    pitchblack summer night
    two moths flirting in a dance
    Over my phone’s light

    there it was
    your key to our old, cold house-
    still hooked on my wall

    Reply
  34. Jason Gould

    for just one moment
    when the night frogs stop chirping
    an eternity

    mountain majesties
    yet still the powerful urge
    to stare at my phone

    two weeks overdue
    still might not arrive today
    summer thunderstorm

    Reply
  35. Luminita Ignea

    it contains all the vast

    the Ouroboros –
    the sea spins tirelessly
    the same wave

    Reply
  36. Ernesto P. Santiago

    nothing makes a sound,
    the lone cabin in the woods—
    I listen to books

    Reply
  37. Thomas

    My shriek is nothing
    As he keeps swaying my body
    From this side to that

    Reply
  38. Peter Cooper

    The woods – Narnia
    The hills – a print by Bruegel
    Winter – by Nature

    Waiting for the post
    I smell mown grass and poppies
    And summer is scent.

    Do we find a way
    By streams, crags and waterfalls
    Or does it find us?

    Reply
  39. Anthony Itopa Obaro

    the virus lockdown
    signs at the water bus stop:
    DON’T TREAD ON DUCKS’ EGGS

    Reply
  40. Shiny Titus

    Dark black inky night
    fireflies light in passion dance
    bright is now the night.

    Reply
  41. Daniela Misso

    1.
    an elderly man
    sleeping on the verandah …
    wisteria scenting

    2.
    the transparency
    of a poppy in the wind …
    your evening dress

    3.
    on my notebook
    petal of an almond tree …
    studies on haiku

    Reply
  42. Vandana Parashar

    all alone at home…
    the moon outside my window
    keeps a watch on me

    ******

    anger management
    mom teaches me to sew back
    the brown bear’s eyes

    ******

    if only I knew
    you would leave without goodbye
    —the stillborn baby

    Reply
  43. Marina Bellini

    *
    a sweet summer breeze
    on the floor all scattered
    unfinished haiku

    **
    dew on my sandals—
    such a magnificent sight
    this morning comet

    Reply
  44. Carley

    summer afternoon
    in the rural reading room
    librarian and flies

    Reply
  45. Lisa

    the cat chirps and turns
    her belly up for my touch
    teeth hidden for now

    Reply
    • Mia

      second version

      Into a lockdown
      a crawling caterpillar
      fragile wings unfurls

      Reply
  46. Mariela Hernandez

    the caiman’s stare
    at the edge of the lagoon
    her innocent long legs
    *
    old woman’s face
    in a colorful wool
    a dried “frailejón”
    *
    our farewell
    of gliding wings
    the blue butterfly

    Reply
  47. Joe Tessitore

    He cannot keep up.
    We leave him on the ice flow.
    Our hearts stay with him.

    Reply
  48. Marija Mandic

    Round and glistening,
    The glass is a sweet dewdrop –
    Red wine tipsiness

    A thin and bare tree
    The snow, a plain white canvas –
    Winter’s poverty

    My love is a fish
    A lung-breathing one, and he
    Only swims in me

    Reply
  49. Yvonne Longden

    Many shades of green
    Trees are waving tenderly
    To those who must leave

    Sheets of rain falling
    The wind begins its war cry
    That battle will come

    Green buds soon bursting
    Birds are anticipating
    Raspberries for tea

    Reply
    • Cookey Godknows

      The warmth of nature
      Beckons for humanity
      To save or destroy

      Reply
    • Mia

      I am now thinking this works better
      what do you think?

      jungle feverish
      a sleek yellow jaguar
      motorway madness

      Reply
  50. Scott Mason

    the breakers’ white noise
    from time immemorial . . .
    my feet in sea foam

    floating on my back . . .
    for an instant a seagull
    eclipses the sun

    another day spent
    learning fluid dynamics
    my beach vacation

    Reply
  51. Julia

    “Torrid Cactus”
    Thorny cholla arms
    Stretching golden blooms skyward
    A prickly love’s plea

    “Sea Fair-er”
    Speckled cockle shell
    Sea orphan, bleached, limned with sand
    This is time passing

    “Miss Muffet Regrets…”
    Spinning silken thread
    She extracts her nightly home
    Nocturnal nomad

    Reply
  52. Joe Tessitore

    Cicero proclaims,
    “History is life’s teacher.”
    We have failed the course.

    Reply
  53. Carley

    the journey of life
    but still more and more to see
    along the long road

    Reply
  54. Sree Sen

    1.
    Mortality

    yellow daffodils
    swaying along concrete path
    precariously

    2.
    White

    your letter arrived
    while I was shoveling snow
    to clear the driveway

    3.
    Pray

    curling lines of heat
    scorched temples of million gods –
    the poor have no faith

    Reply
  55. Nwachukwu Joseph Okafor

    Orange-yellow sun
    Rising from the nightly skies
    Now my pager rings

    Reply
  56. Nwachukwu Joseph Okafor

    Pushing through the earth
    The green shoot of the bean plant
    Crushing children’s race

    Reply
  57. Nwachukwu Joseph Okafor

    The cool evening breeze
    My spirit at blissful ease
    Distant Floydian Shriek

    Reply
  58. Andrea Smith

    He’s there. He crowned you.
    But you buried him. Alive
    He is not broken.

    That was a cheap trick
    Poof and abracadabra
    I know what’s up: Ouch!

    Howls at the moon
    Sometimes true love pays the price
    Rescues her. Swoops in

    Reply
  59. Andrea Smith

    He’s there. He crowned you.
    But you buried him. Alive
    He is not broken.

    Reply
  60. Ophelia Leong

    Sunflowers greet us
    Turned towards the lane where you live
    Sun shines where you are

    Amongst the flowers
    Gracing the rolling green hills
    I opened my heart

    Crawdads clack their way
    on top of the slimy rocks
    unaware of you

    Reply
  61. Halle Schaffer

    The world’s deadlocked in
    everlong rivers of hate.
    It will never end.

    The skylines shimmer,
    stretching for infinity
    with dunes, blazing white.

    The world is at war,
    neverending ponds of hate.
    Love, it’s gone away.

    Reply
  62. Mia

    This are my three now, please ignore
    my previous submissions

    Soft, swaying curtains
    Jasmin-scented evening breeze
    whispering secrets

    Into a lockdown
    a crawling caterpillar
    fragile wings unfurls

    Jungle feverish
    A sleek, yellow jaguar
    stuck in traffic jam

    Reply
  63. Shreyaa Tandel

    #1
    Greys await calm
    Calm awaits greys
    Petrichor and rain stop by on their way.

    #2
    Edelweiss wilts in longing
    Anklets slip away afar
    Does love bloom in a breezy fall?

    #3
    Lotus souls dancing freely.
    The night above, and the stars below make earth a sun.
    With nothing but love in sight..

    Reply
  64. Benjamin T. C.

    Inspired by Takashi Nagai, “the saint of Urakami”

    Bitterness turns sweet
    Like dross turns to gold in heat.
    Glory in the cross.

    Reply
  65. Zuzanna

    #1
    Six in the morning.
    Barefoot on the grass. Thousands
    of cold dew droplets.

    #2
    light wind on the skin
    the silent singing of birds
    evening in the wood

    ***
    Greetings from Poland!

    Reply
  66. Mark Starling

    after Ryokan

    within each snow flake
    are a thousand plum blossoms
    even now falling

    Reply
  67. Margherita Ptericcione

    at the street market
    new dress for an immigrant –
    lilies of the field

    **
    delicious taste
    of a watermelon seed –
    silence break

    **
    summer noon traffic –
    in the ecodoppler room
    tense silence

    Reply
  68. Jeff Kemper

    2020 Summer Boys (30 June)

    While June is sinking,
    Time’s winking, days now shrinking;
    Bats are flying not.

    2020 Summer in Seattle (1 July)

    Summer of Love, 2:
    Rape and loot, and sometimes shoot
    Mayor: “Stop, not here!”

    2020 Summer at My Home (18 July)

    Children jump and tease.
    Trees in breeze dancing with ease.
    Weapons of my hope.

    Reply
  69. Alvin Johnson

    The Amazon tract
    is called the lungs of the world.
    Now it is gasping!

    Reply
  70. Alvin Johnson

    In like a lion,
    more like a ragamuffin.
    Must be climate change.

    Reply
  71. Delano Britt

    Haiku #1- I am so thirsty.
    The desert marks cruelty.
    Snow thus relaxes.

    Haiku #2- Waves break the branches.
    The tree shivers with self-doubt.
    All is calm and well.

    Haiku # 3- The tornado lives.
    Why does the life go away?
    Please, is it real?

    Reply
  72. Theresa Zappe

    Tell me, what largesse
    Let the mighty Dipper tip
    Stars across the grass?

    Frozen feet in snow,
    Mountain top in rosy glow,
    Not so far; let’s go!

    Raucous leaves will race.
    Moon can’t hold her silver veil
    Still about her face.

    Reply
  73. Micaela Odría

    A field of daisies
    I lay silent among them
    Ne’er to stir again

    Rustlings in the wind
    Could it be they call me forth?
    To take the first step

    I do not lay still
    Ripples form throughout the pond
    Disturbed but alive

    Reply
  74. Edmund Ogedi Onyema

    1. New Rain

    dawning of Petrichor
    heralding a blaze of shoots-
    Tardigrades reborn

    2. Lady at the Beach

    cute betrothed lady
    basking on sunny beach –
    enthralling cone snail

    3. The Fruit Seller

    he stood, eyes gaping
    as she bends to wrap the fruits
    …the dangling melons!

    Reply
  75. Mark Starling

    white clouds, clear blue skies,
    a soft breeze and downey grass-
    who says I am poor?

    Reply
  76. Mark Starling

    Correction:

    white clouds, clear blue skies,
    a soft breeze, and softer grass-
    who says I am poor?

    Reply
  77. Joe T

    My mirror shatters
    And what most clearly matters
    Remains to be seen.

    Reply
  78. Toni Newell

    Toni Newell (Australia)
    20th July, 2020

    1. Praying for a Lizard

    Upon a warm rock
    A lizard basks in the sun
    Laying, open prey

    2. Thirsty Sheep

    Sheep flock in the sun
    Water doesn’t quench their thirst
    The dam is empty

    3. Loneliness

    Cold night descending
    Home alone and pondering
    Bottle of vodka

    Reply
  79. Greg Beatty

    Condoms once littered
    roads after cherry blossoms.
    Now dirty masks do.

    Reply
  80. Vinayak S

    1. Evokes deep feelings,
    A relationship begins
    A naughty smile

    2. A bamboo shoot small,
    Deepens itself in the earth,
    Heights of ecstasy

    3. A lion awakens,
    The scent travels through the air,
    A baby gurgles

    Reply
  81. Susan Lee Roberts

    evergreen choir
    atop high mountain, murmurs…
    aged crow’s eyes close

    Reply
  82. Rob Crisell

    Three Haikus for My Chickens

    I

    Frost glazes the run,
    as hens descend from their roost,
    down feathers flying.

    II

    With soft clicks and clucks,
    the hens watch the full moon rise—
    the night’s great white egg.

    III

    Spring rain beats the roof,
    the sleeping hens dream of day,
    feathered souls flying.

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  83. Alexandra

    Soft winter twilight
    Covers this cozy cabin
    I shake the snowglobe

    Pink and magenta
    A bouquet of bright jewels
    Cute plastic flowers

    A flash of bright gold
    Prancing, muddy puppy paws
    Dig up my garden

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  84. Jiah Dejos

    Leaves Leave

    Leaves glance once at tree
    As brewing autumn appears,
    Falls to the ground, dried.

    Reply
  85. Jiah Dejos

    BIRDS PRAISE

    Birds singing loud hymns
    while swaying tails on their cage
    facing at the king

    Reply
  86. Ching Yuan

    bluebird’s morning flight
    shock of shadow, flying by
    through the falling night

    Reply
  87. Erin

    What was Never There

    Bolt of lightening
    Waves wrestle an abstract sea
    A deaf woman sleeps

    Sun coaxes to rise
    Blind to the sky’s past anger
    She writes a letter

    Oh, bottled letter
    Afloat on calm gentle blue
    Never to know rage

    Reply
  88. Rider

    Horses mirror you,
    Red sky morning, night in view;
    Care they show, you sow.

    Reply
  89. Corinna

    “Outside Warmth” Entry 1
    A sweet Summer sun
    Warms with unmatched radiance
    Yet I remain numb

    “Creating” Entry 2
    Piercing green eyes glare
    Watching me through brush, Beware!
    Yet, I shape their stare

    “Stay” Entry 3
    I pray for thee to stay
    God’s rays pierce through Earth’s black clouds
    You last though I fray

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  90. Miodrag Kojadinović

    My 2005-2015 China, in 3 Haiku

    disembark cool jet
    to South China humid heat,
    find a home for years.

    Mid-Autumn full Moon
    as huge campus falls asleep,
    all night crickets chirp.

    typhoon flag hoisted,
    Hong Kong ferries stay berthed,
    monsoon blows from sea.

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  91. Mary

    1.
    Digging through the Earth
    Excitement in all his hearts
    The worm swallows on

    2.
    Flowers grow up tall
    Out of the new backyard pot:
    The thrown-out toilet

    3.
    The moth tastes sweetness
    And crawls among bright colors
    In a soda can

    Reply
  92. Russell

    Twilight drops the sun
    And it shattered into stars
    Dawn cleans up the mess

    Like a drooping “V”
    Black against a painted sky
    Hangs the distant bird

    The sun hides behind
    Fat clouds frozen in blue glass
    In comes clumsy wind

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  93. Lorraine Rizzuto

    Gopher Tortoise digs
    Finds shelter in deep tunnels
    Australia fire

    Fragile coral reefs
    Climate change kills colonies
    Fish lose their shelter

    The long leaf pine trees
    Supple limbs bend with the winds
    Hurricane looses

    Reply
  94. Avian

    scribbling down end goals
    the scratch of bird claws on eaves
    scouting for a nest

    Reply
    • Avian

      Correction

      scribbling down end goals
      the scratch of bird claws on eaves
      scouting out to nest

      Reply
  95. Hannah Johnson

    The trees are screaming
    It happens ev’ry summer
    Hon, it’s just tree bugs

    Sand, land and sea meet
    Entangled and passionate
    The storm blows always

    After the first rain
    I squish the mud in my toes
    And my face, neck, hands

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  96. Brylie Major

    Squirming through moist soil
    Rain persuades worm to surface
    Plucked by a robin

    Warm apple cider
    Auburn leaves float off the maple tree
    Raked into a pile

    The river slithers
    A snake sunbathes in the sun
    The tree branch then snaps

    Reply
  97. Avian

    mercaptan bellows
    midst a mirage round the field
    bumblebees steam by

    Reply
  98. Avian

    Correction:

    mercaptan boils
    midst a mirage round the field
    bumblebees steam by

    Reply
  99. Avian

    black skies spotted with stars
    tree leaves rustle in the breeze
    expanding out my eyes

    Reply
  100. Cole A. Martens

    Nonstop Buzzing Phone
    Never Left Alone Twenty First Century
    Can Not Run From Time

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  101. Robert Dickerson

    Tokyo toyota
    mitsubishi kyoto
    teriyaki saki

    translation:

    September jonquil
    you’re a little late here, pal–
    the party’s over.

    A moment later
    billows and the bobbing boat
    say the whale was real.

    High up in the sky
    O buzzard, your shadow falls
    on some patch of earth.

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  102. Robert Dickerson

    In the sun’s last light
    a grackle washed its purple off
    into a puddle.

    High up in the sky
    oh buzzard your shadow falls
    on some patch of earth.

    Geese

    High up overhead
    a heard-abed clamoring
    hijacking my heart.

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  103. Alanna

    Feel mud underfoot
    Walking barefoot through the stream
    The fish scream unseen

    Build skyscrapers tall
    Wonders of man above all
    Watch as the world falls

    Not all stop to see
    to look at nature’s beauty
    it leaves on the breeze

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  104. Avian

    Correction
    stars spot the black skies
    tree leaves rustle in the breeze
    expanding out my eyes

    Reply
    • Ananya

      The haiku are –
      1. squirrel losing grip
      motionless, she fell
      downwards
      into my two hands.

      2. dropping the mango
      parrot follows the macaw
      to snatch back his bell.

      Reply
  105. Jiah Dejos

    KNIGHT OF HOPE

    A warrior trounce death,
    yielding shafts of vivid hope,
    renewing the world.

    Reply
  106. Ayleen A

    The whisper of leaves
    Rustle on a dancing tree.
    They say I am free.

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  107. Ayleen A

    Hues of gold and rose
    On a berry blue night sky
    Come and say “goodnight.”

    Reply
  108. Bhavnoor

    Value
    Broken branches of tree
    Which were shed on a breezy day
    Act as home for birds.

    Reply
  109. Rayan Ramadan

    Haiku #1, “Pebbles”:

    I count the pebbles,
    as I walk past the evils,
    my eyes cast downwards

    Haiku #2, Words:

    Sore words flow away,
    down a stream of broken vows,
    swelling in water.

    Haiku #3, “A Burden”:

    My heart beats again,
    burdened by lungs that breathe and
    perpetuate life.

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  110. Claire O.

    visions of your eyes
    dancing through the turquoise waves
    archipelago

    my ghost still loves you
    kissing you every fall night
    still waiting for you

    I saved a cricket
    lost with laughing cicadas
    midwest summer storm

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  111. Joe Tessitore

    We all need to write
    While there’s still some daylight left.
    Coming fast, the night.

    Reply
  112. Vanessa Valencia

    Falling like snowflakes
    The smell of cherry blossoms
    The vision of blood

    Reply
  113. Joseph Fisher

    again the wrong path,
    an eerie stillness, these woods…
    sound of falling leaves

    Reply
  114. Marian Hopwood

    stories in the clouds
    let all of your secrets go
    whisper to the wind

    Reply
  115. Esther Bunny Brown

    Here’s the background story about my second haiku entry: I read the article “Exposing the Occult Corona-Initiation Ritual” by Makia Freeman. But then I had to go with my family on the annual trip to Redfish Lake in central Idaho. While I was there, I got a few ideas intuitively.

    Under cheated stars,
    dark rituals upon men
    might make them puppets.

    (By the first line, I mean astrology being used for evil purposes rather than good ones.)

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    • Esther Bunny Brown

      This is not a contest entry, but a suggestion for the entrant, who may decide whether or not to take my advice:

      Cold crocuses bloom
      and women prepare to shine
      the light of success.

      Reply
  116. Michael King

    The fallen rabbit;
    ensnared, but silent, peaceful;
    food for the weakened.

    Reply
  117. Jamari

    I walk through the door
    It shuts quickly behind me
    And now it’s snowing

    Reply
    • Jamari Williams

      I walk through the door
      It shuts quickly behind me
      And now it’s snowing

      Reply
  118. Kara Howard

    Sunflowers bloom now
    Stretching to find the daylight
    No darkness can hide

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  119. Sarah Harrison

    Oh what I would give
    Summer rain drifting away
    To be that raindrop

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  120. Grace Duncan

    Walking in the cold
    Opens the body’s window
    And lets the light in

    A mountain of dew
    Gathering on the grass blade
    Is moved by your faith

    A lover’s finger
    As warm as a match’s flame
    Is food for the soul

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  121. Bryn E Malizia

    Butterflies

    The girl in orange
    dances among the flowers,
    her wings bent in grace

    Dandelion Death

    Bright dandelions,
    their decapitated heads
    strewn upon the ground

    They Always Sink

    Love is like a stone
    Skipping into an abyss
    And used to crush hearts

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  122. Anastasia Kunda

    War

    Spring’s clean white roses
    Blooming purely all alone
    Now stained in red blood

    There is Still Life

    Winter freezes, kills
    Cold chokes every living thing
    Sun peeks out- soon spring

    Robbin Robbing Life

    Small bird chirps in nest
    Mother gone. One brother’s push,
    Falls down to the ground

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  123. Kayla Hennigan

    DESOLATION

    Trapped inside myself
    Time passing like cold wind
    Longing to be me

    TWILIGHT

    The endless night sky
    Burning stars release questions
    Morning sun bears none

    HEALING

    Falling into earth
    Heat of the core warms my mind
    I am all control

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  124. Lillian Lam

    Haiku 1: Blue Crane

    Stars in the vast sea
    Leaves the feather of blue cranes
    Flying toward mountains

    Haiku 2: Mystic Deer

    The forest of rain
    A light twinkle of mist covers
    Deer softly appears

    Haiku 3: Forest Wind

    Relaxed with green life
    Wonders of animals pass
    As zyphers flow by

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  125. Sally Stiles

    at the garden gate
    only my shadow passes
    the locked entryway

    from the bleeding hearts
    a hummingbird emerges
    humming an old tune

    Reply
    • Sally Stiles

      How nice to have a deadline in order to continue to revise.

      first day of college:
      only my shadow steps through
      the front entrance gate

      from the columbine
      a hummingbird emerges
      whistling a blues tune

      into this haiku
      about a gnarled apple tree
      a robin appears

      Reply
  126. Nora Linn

    STARRING

    Nightingale’s sorrow
    resonated in melancholy night
    my heart echoed

    SAD STEPS

    There used to be rose
    petals where we stood, now I
    can only feel thorns

    SELF-DESTRUCTION

    My soul is tired
    Fighting my worst enemies
    Me, myself, and I

    Reply
    • Nora Linn

      Correction to the first poem:

      STARRING

      Nightingale’s cry
      resonates in sorrow night
      my aching heart rings

      Reply
      • Nora Linn

        Final correction: decided to only include two haiku poems.

        SAD STEPS

        There used to be rose
        petals where we stood, now I
        can only feel thorns

        SELF-DESTRUCTION

        My soul is tired
        Fighting my worst enemies
        Me, myself, and I

  127. Karina

    Sweltering cadence
    Seduce me at sea again
    Cerulean eyes

    Heavy in my chest
    An ambiguous request
    Taste my earth again

    Night in the desert
    Encumbered me with this ache
    Scorpion kisses

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  128. Grace A Krage

    People in my head
    Trapped like wind, Howling to be
    Released by my pen

    Buffeted like leaves
    She wanders through the masses
    stealing all she can

    Trees tell many tales
    I see the stories written there
    in ink on paper

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  129. E. O. J.

    It rains once more, but
    Spring showers bring May flowers
    Love is in the air

    Summer afternoons
    Spent lounging in the hot sun
    With someone I love

    Leaves fall from the trees
    Warm evenings begin to cool
    Where has my love gone?

    Reply
  130. E. V. Wyler

    Haiku #1:

    bright sunbeams shimmer
    twinkling on wavy waters
    horizon’s diamonds

    Haiku #2:

    lollipop flowers
    white, scalloped pickets
    “no trespassing” sign

    Haiku #3:

    perfect symmetry
    unfolding kaleidoscope
    monarch butterfly

    Reply
    • E. V. Wyler

      Correction: Haiku #2

      lollipop flowers
      scalloped, white picket fences
      “No Trespassing” signs

      Reply
    • E. V. Wyler

      Haiku #2 Correction:

      lollipop flowers
      scalloped white picket fences
      “No Trespassing” signs

      Reply
  131. Rider With No Name

    Horses mirror you,
    Red sky morning, night in view;
    Care they show, you sow.

    Pain is a ladder
    Shedding skins of dark matter
    Climb! Kill the doubter.

    I am not a God,
    But I know why you are here;
    Be true, love, forbear.

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  132. Zachary Dilks

    “Wonder Over Wander”

    How wild the spirit
    In all of humanity
    Silenced and longing

    “Living”

    Offering a soul
    Where the sunlight beams anew
    Waiting on thunder

    “Independence”

    Burn like July sun
    With fire at our fingers
    Snuffed out in fall’s rise

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  133. Crystal G.

    -Light vs Dark-
    The wind sings behind
    Sun glimmers through the curtains
    My eyes close to black

    ‘Rona’
    Fear covers her face
    Contagions fill the dense air
    She stands strong for them

    ‘Goodnight’
    In the grass, bear sleeps
    A quiet day full of peace
    Shot all for a game

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  134. Will Conway

    White feathers fluttering
    soar curving in blue above
    red squirrel “whhurring”

    Reply
  135. Csilla Toldy

    1.
    Passing a river
    a smell of antiseptic.
    Did you wash your hand?

    2.
    The empty snail shell
    reminds of old defences –
    not needed, but missed.

    Reply
  136. Raymond H Gallucci

    The sun and the surf,
    Summer’s traditional turf,
    Uninhabited.

    The birds and the bees,
    Virus carried by the breeze,
    Fly oblivious.

    Prejudice in stone,
    Carved warmly, but now grown cold,
    Returns to the earth.

    Reply
  137. Sandip Saha

    Earthquake in the sea
    Triggers tsunami on land
    Radiation spreads

    Incessant rainfall
    Inundates village cottage
    Snake befriends human

    Himalayan monk
    Meditates for lord Siva
    Snow submerges hut

    Reply
  138. Madison Baker

    1.
    Evening’s glow enchants
    Waves crash through the setting sun
    Final gasp for air

    2.
    Currents flee turtles
    Bears of white swim through waters
    Global Warming’s grasp

    3.
    A torrential rain
    Children splash in new puddles
    Museum’s new Oil Painting

    Reply
    • Madison Baker

      Haiku #3 Correction:

      A torrential rain
      Children splash in new puddles
      Museum’s Oil Painting

      Reply
  139. Erica D.

    #1

    Wild wind, where’d you go?
    Over oceans, through windows - 
    home is in the flow.

    #2

    Sheer curtains flowing,
    the moon peeks in to kiss me
    goodnight — quietly.

    Reply
  140. Thomas E Schmidt

    August occasion,
    bells toll for school to resume—
    my pupils contract.

    Reply
  141. Emory Jones

    Haiku Sequence

    Yellow butterflies
    Flitting across green meadows
    Like dancing sunshine

    The insect monarchs
    Skimming with orange and black wings
    Holding court in spring.

    Butterflies resting
    In the shade of the oak trees
    Like forest jewels.

    Reply
  142. Dean Robbins

    2020 Haiku Competition

    Spring

    The box trap, submerged,
    frozen winter long, thaws, and
    the squirrel within.

    Early Flower

    Dawn’s rose I give you
    for morning’s when you wake to
    skies of steel gray.

    September Sunrise

    Steam from my coffee
    ascends to the painted sky,
    watering it down.

    Reply
  143. Jeremy Li

    During chilling winds,
    Birds recall halcyon days
    To remember warmth

    Reply
  144. Andrew Alexander Mobbs

    Haiku 1

    A solar death kiss,
    Yet the potted pansies thrive,
    Quaff pandemic tears.

    Haiku 2

    Tilt your axis, Earth,
    Towards equinoctial rebirth–
    Vernal virus lurks.

    Haiku 3

    Stoic hawk screeches
    Like a kettle left on flame.
    Somewhere, mountains dance.

    Reply
  145. MK Punky

    When my Japanese
    friend gives me homemade rice balls
    they taste like summer

    Reply
  146. Luigi Pagano

    The leaves are falling:
    hazelnut trees, now undressed,
    shiver in the cold.

    Reply
  147. luigi Pagano

    The grass is too wet.
    Idle gardeners are glad:
    no more lawn mowing.
     

    Reply
  148. Nikki Humphries

    1.
    the sun celebrates
    as flowers dance in sweet warmth
    but the ice queen lurks

    2.
    the smells of earth grow
    a new adventure begins
    she gives Death a kiss

    3.
    smoky clouds signal
    the sparks and embers glisten
    up in flames I go

    Reply
  149. Vrinda Nair

    1}
    Winter pink cheeks
    came along withe a
    gift for the princess

    2}
    Withering leaf
    fell into many places as
    landscape of mind

    3}
    Polar lights of night
    thundering sound brings the
    shades of human

    Reply
  150. Diana Woodcock

    Haiku 1

    on the Zambezi
    I float dragonfly-easy
    laze like crocodile

    Haiku 2

    hot shamal blowing
    hillocks and wadis cracking
    the Red Moon dwindling

    Haiku 3

    the red-faced mud snake
    glides over the fissured earth
    without faltering

    Reply
  151. Nefertiri McDonald

    1. “Watery Mirrors”
    She is lying there
    Raindrops pelting her grave frame
    Now above, I’m her.

    Reply
  152. Lauren Richards

    Flower petal lips
    Attached to the one he loves
    Wither six feet deep

    Reply
  153. Joe Cleetus

    1.
    Monsoon rain tableau –
    Sun emerges to refract
    A double rainbow

    2.
    Summer symphony –
    Azans call, koels wail, in
    Tuneful euphony!

    3.
    In spring for a game
    Butterflies flit randomly –
    Lacking any aim.

    Reply
  154. Lee Goldberg

    Wind sings and I smile.
    Wind brings rain and I rejoice!
    Wind breaks I exhale.

    Reply
  155. Esther Bunny Brown

    The idea for the haiku was the Shoshone Ice Caves, which are about fifteen miles (or five-and-twenty kilometers) north of Shoshone, Idaho.

    Under lava rocks
    is a lava tube ice cave
    with lost coins and bucks.

    A circle of ice in the aforementioned attraction has dollar bills and coins tossed onto it by tourists, reminiscent of a wishing well.

    Reply
  156. Bradathon Nu

    Leaves blow in the wind.
    I wish that I could join them.
    They travel too fast.

    Reply
  157. Bradathon Nu

    The soil beneath me.
    Remains still at all times, yet-
    Feels much more alive.

    Reply
  158. Bradathon Nu

    Rabbits hops and hop.
    Wandering through their domain.
    I am ever still.

    Reply
  159. Manfred Dietrich

    Dancing in spring breeze
    lilies on the riverbank
    summon butterflies.
    *************************
    Riverbank lilies
    suckle bees and hummingbirds;
    I sway to their hum.
    *************************
    Pidgeons on the roof
    warble summer harmonies
    with their soft high coos.

    Reply
  160. Grace Lee

    1.
    The wind gently blows
    On a field full of flowers,
    A scene in my dreams.

    2.
    Winter has arrived.
    The weather should be colder.
    Why is it warmer?

    3.
    The end of summer
    I should go on a trip soon
    Autumn has arrived.

    Reply
  161. Amy Losak

    that eye in the sky
    lidded with pieces of cloud …
    the sun or the moon?

    firefly wishes
    adding a touch of lightness
    to the shortest day

    a squirrel’s tail furls
    around a fallen birdbath …
    the world in my yard

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  162. Cheryl Corey

    1.
    Every flower fades;
    Summer ends as it begins –
    Seed returns to seed.

    2.
    A late summer swim,
    but caught by an undertow;
    Neptune culls the herd.

    3.
    The June days grow long,
    but summer grants a short lease.
    Will you strum the lyre?

    Reply
  163. Philip J Kowalski

    HOMERIC HAIKU

    Far down firmaments
    Helios’ chariot wends–
    Hot summer days end.

    Reply
  164. Elizabeth Munoz

    #1:

    Soil smeared mother’s face
    Tucks me into a lush bed
    Sleep sound, my Tulip

    #2

    Wind chills caress cheeks
    Metal frost seeps through glove’s clutch
    She jumps off the swing

    #3

    A warm sleeper train
    Sunlight strikes, blushing soft cheeks
    Streaming tears cool skin

    Reply
  165. Dave Whippman

    Footsteps on hard snow,
    Intense as soft-voiced secrets,
    Whispers of winter.

    Reply
  166. Dave Whippman

    A clock is ticking
    The granite mountains of years
    to pebble-seconds.

    Reply
  167. Emory D. Jones

    Yellow butterflies
    Flitting across green meadows
    Like dancing sunshine

    The insect monarchs
    Skimming with orange and black wings
    Holding court in spring.

    Butterflies resting
    In the shade of the oak trees
    Like forest jewels.

    Reply
  168. Landon Porter

    TITHE

    Fences billow steam,
    Return to heaven one-tenth
    The gift – offering.

    Reply
  169. Landon Porter

    Autumn loses grip;
    Old Man Winter tightens his;
    Mine pours a whiskey.

    Reply
  170. Terry L. Norton

    1.

    Heights of thinnest air,
    Uneven sharp sierras,
    Cold judgmental peaks.

    2.

    Flowing little stream,
    I cup my hand across you.
    Still the water runs.

    3.

    Sleepless soul’s dark night,
    Cacophonic caterwauls.
    Felines fornicate.

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  171. Anu Reddy

    Cherry blossoms glide
    A cloud of pink dusts the earth
    As lips touch slowly

    A babbling brook
    Stumbles and trips on its way
    Into mother’s arms

    Rain drops softly fall
    Sliding down a window pane
    Caught in a white cloth

    Reply
    • Emory Jones

      These are nice. I like the connection with human emotion and actions.

      Reply
  172. Katherine Combs

    1.
    Like petals falling
    past the maiden flush of spring
    ash coats the forest

    2.
    From volcanic wrath
    and skeleton quiet woods,
    a sprout emerges

    3.
    Pebble skips along
    the frozen stream’s silver path
    loosed from rocky banks

    Reply
  173. Linda Marie Hilton

    the sunset has pulled
    sherbet taffy across the
    sky: hot sticky sweet.

    dew drops on rose blooms
    quiver then slide inside to
    quench a beauty’s thirst.

    the silent sound of
    snow sifting through bare branches
    wraps me in warm furs.

    Reply
  174. Edward Gutt

    Nature Reveres Itself

    Winds Blow and Trees Bow –
    Thankful for Clouds Bringing Rain
    That Bless the Sacred Trees.

    Cycles

    Dusk – Day Becomes Night.
    Hope Dwindles, but Faith Remains…
    Dawn – Night Becomes Day.

    Natures Power

    Crack – Tremendum. Fear.
    Lightning Striking Somewhere Near.
    Obscure to Mind’s Ear.

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  175. Jessica Hoard

    young stray allows me
    to stroke her growing belly
    cherry blossoms bloom

    umbrellas crossing
    the rain-wet street below us
    petals in a stream

    the spring’s first sighting
    of the buzzy hummingbird
    last day of chemo

    Reply
  176. Nathalie Savannah Slaughter

    Haiku #01
    I sit at the tree
    every Summer waiting for
    the times we once had

    Haiku #02
    The smell of burning
    in the crisp December air
    beckoning past ghosts

    Haiku #03
    She awakens spring
    with her presence as the dead
    wail for their once queen

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  177. Mary McKay

    1. The last flying fox
    Heads home with beating wing as
    Evening softly falls.

    2. The joy of seeing
    Through dark’ning trees tonight a
    Golden crescent moon.

    3. Cat by the screen door
    at the crepuscular hour
    the moon in her eyes.

    Reply
  178. Stuart Jay Silverman

    shreds of iron rust
    a temple bell tolls and a
    cricket answers “spring” // I intended italics, not ” “, but my computer
    won’t italicize here//

    a chorus of crows
    petals purple as plums fall
    something like perfume

    the cat tests the air
    half the year gone already
    rain digs in its heels

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  179. Seth

    Crickets pierce the night
    The smell of cut grass and rain
    I awake in sweat

    Reply
  180. Debra Mascarenhas

    [ floating cotton balls ]

    floating cotton balls
    crashed together
    thunderstorms

    Reply
  181. Debra S Mascarenhas

    [ desert storm ]

    desert storm
    date palms uprooted
    2000 dates on the sand

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  182. Debra Mascarenhas

    haiku 25.1.17

    crack in the wall,
    sun rays designs
    art in the dark

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  183. Angela Chen

    fall resurfaces,
    obi dark with pondwater.
    warm vengeance stirring.

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  184. Francis DiClemente

    Rain pounds the sidewalk.
    Wind swirls. Tree limbs scrape window.
    Toddler looks and waves.

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  185. Akaninyene Ntia

    One Rose on a field
    Dances and falls with the breeze
    And paints a picture

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    • Oluwasegun Oluseyi Adesina

      Nagasaki Day —
      from the tree a group of bats
      fleeing to the sky

      waning harmattan . . .
      the village chief waits longer
      for a less hot pap

      snapping the cherries
      and crocuses all day long . . .
      the moon walks us home

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      • Stuart

        “the moon walks us home” is a lovely line, beautiful image.

  186. Joel Scarfe

    dozing in his boat –
    fish scatter their phosphorus
    at the splash of oar

    a sorrowful night –
    the tedious politics
    of obdurate rain

    laughter from next door –
    you put your empty bottle
    in the grubby bin

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  187. John Petraglia

    Late April morning
    Wild, yellow, spiking tendrils
    Yes, Forsythia!

    Mountain waterfall
    Drift off to secluded thought
    The thunder returns!

    Cascading waters
    Mossy, verdant hideaway
    Gentle spray, deep thoughts.

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  188. Sondra Rosenberg

    two moons this clear spring
    night–one drifts among the stars,
    one floats in the lake

    cicadas shatter
    evening stillness–I dream of
    runaway horses

    snowflakes settle in
    my flower bed–white blossoms,
    livening dry stalks

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