Thread: Haiku anyone?

Originally Posted by CoLd BlooDed

1 - World of Inversion

If clowns cannot clown,
And flies walk while statues laugh,
Then stop smoking crack.

I like this one. I'm going to memorise and recite it to the next high person I come across, just to make them go WTF???

I think that was my secret intention. To scare.

Haha, thanks Vex.

Tis a good haiku.
Now to find some random druggie to perplex.

my lucid dream tasks:
invent a brand new color,
learn to teleport.

meet my spirit guide,
watch the universe be born,
learn to time travel.

live with native tribes,
visit another planet,
explore deep-ocean.

meet henry miller,
meditate in outer space
fly through a blackhole.

[become the size of a cell, and explore everything's insides]

Sleep when you're dead:

75 years,
Average sleep--8 hours:
25 years lost

[better to spend it doing something you like]

Of psilocybic inspiration:
ev'ry particle
of light tickles rods and cones--
eyeball orgasm.



On the universes inside thimbles, and other tiny things:
big wisdom, small source;
the nuance is everything.
Horton just listened.

Nice ones, acatalephobic!

Tears
Drops of moisture fall
Eloquent in their silence;
Their presence says all.

Betrayal
Once true, once secure,
What was mutual now lies-
Unrequited; dead.

My first ever haiku
Will it be as good as you
I don't know we'll see

On the often-overlooked morbidity of embalming:

Why do we embalm?
To protect us from changing,
to prevent decay.

We are animals,
meant to die and to decay
like everything else.

Morbid western world,
selfishly we are hoarding
our precious min'rals.

We take and we take
from the soil that gave us life,
even in our death.

Besides, think of it:
pumped with toxins? wooden box?
A hole in the ground?

The worst kind of way
to spend an eternity;
nothing but stagnance.

Think eternity:
to become intangible;
true coalescence.

[can you do that from a tomb?]

When my time does come
I want to become the soil.
Life fertilizer.

[the kind that only comes from death.]

Plant a tree on me.
So that I will have given
back in some small way.

[as a human its the least I can do...]

Music calls loudly
from the air surrounding me
to be brought to life

Acetalophobic, I am VERY impressed.

Hero of the Light - A Story in Haiku Form

Cold winds blow, whistling;
Scattered wagons abandoned-
Footprints in the snow.

A dark form lurking,
Dark eyes watching balefully;
Cautious, it hangs back.

A wail breaks the air,
Sharp in its pitiful birth:
It is soon hushed.

From the dark beyond,
That realm across the black veil,
Comes a hungry growl.

Fearful she cowers,
For in her heart is the truth:
Something waits without.

Summoning courage,
A small face rounds the wagon,
The scream is stifled.

Fangs gleaming, dripping,
Fur dark with gore and claws sharp—
The creature leaps long!

—Blood spouts in geysers,
Spraying the innocent face;
Red, slick and warming.

The Thing stands agape,
Steel springing from its great chest—
The swords are withdrawn.

At his feet it falls,
A mere shadow of itself;
Dark has lost to Light.

Her name he utters,
Catching her up in his arms—
His iridescence.

When day casts its glow,
Only red snow is left here—
Frozen hinterland.

Why thank you, ColdBlooded. *blush*

Those were intense, MoS. Very nice.


some more random ones of my own:


brutal honesty:
crucial in the pursuit of
mental clarity.

all of a sudden
the concrete is the abstract
and vice versa.

lo! idealism,
scourge of a voracious youth.
"handsome, empty youth."

loss of innocence,
parasitic apathy,
scourge of adulthood.

american dreams:
knowledge without character,
wealth without work.

a generation
meeting in the dark places
speaking in hushed tones.

i've done this before,
either this is just cliche
or it's deja vu.

so I put on songs
that evoke teenage heartbreak
and filled in the blanks.

Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young
"Suite: Judy Blue Eyes"; press play.
repeat as needed.

curled up on the couch
eyes squinting more than normal
kitty contact buzz.

my horoscope says
today's my day for romance
wouldn't that figure.

like a flame-thrower
oh my dear Henry Miller
your prose gets me hot.

the mind and the pen
write elab'rate love letters
to: "___, I've yet to love".

Y'all are incredibly talented!!
I've never been talented at Haiku, but I think y'all have inspired me to give it a try... later

Have y'all ever heard of https://www.reviewfuse.com/ or zoetrope.com? Both a communities of writers and I highly recommend them if anyone is interested.

Originally Posted by CoLd BlooDed

5 syllables,
7 syllables,
5 syllables.

This isn't true.

Originally Posted by quickest source I could find (wikipedia)

Syllables or "on" in haiku

In contrast to English verse which is typically characterized by meter, Japanese verse counts sound units (morae), known as "on". The word on is often translated as "syllable", but there are subtle differences between an "on" and an English-language "syllable". Traditional haiku consist of 17 on, in three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 on respectively.

The word onji (音字; "sound symbol") is sometimes used in referring to Japanese sound units in English[5] although this word is archaic and no longer current in Japanese.[6] In Japanese, the on corresponds very closely to the kana character count (closely enough that moji (or "character symbol") is also sometimes used[6] as the count unit).

One on is counted for a short syllable, an additional one for an elongated vowel, diphthong, or doubled consonant, and one for an "n" at the end of a syllable. Thus, the word "haibun", though two syllables in English, is counted as four on in Japanese (ha-i-bu-n).

Most writers of literary haiku in English use about ten to fourteen syllables, with no formal pattern.

Contemporary English-language haiku

Today, haiku are written in many languages, but most poets outside of Japan are concentrated in the English-speaking countries.

It is impossible to single out any current style or format or subject matter as definitive. Some of the more common practices in English are:

* Use of three (or fewer) lines of 17 or fewer syllables;
* Use of a season word (kigo);
* Use of a cut (sometimes indicated by a punctuation mark) paralleling the Japanese use of kireji, to contrast and compare, implicitly, two events, images, or situations.

While traditional Japanese haiku has focused on nature and the place of humans in it, some modern haiku poets, both in Japan and the West, consider a broader range of subject matter suitable, including urban contexts. While pre-modern haiku avoided certain topics such as sex and overt violence, contemporary haiku sometimes deal with such themes.

The loosening of traditional standards has resulted in the term "haiku" being applied to brief English-language poems such as "mathemaku" and other kinds of pseudohaiku. Some sources claim that this is justified by the blurring of definitional boundaries in Japan

Television glow
Draws us like moths to the flame
burning with ennui

Tumultuous sleep;
wake feeling cloudy-headed.
Lackadaisical.

Hazy summer days,
existing translucently;
feeling quite ghost-y.

Mirrored in music;
Serenades from the long-dead
ghosts in stereo.

Originally Posted by acatalephobic

Tumultuous sleep;
wake feeling cloudy-headed.
Lackadaisical.

Hazy summer days,
existing translucently;
feeling quite ghost-y.

Mirrored in music;
Serenades from the long-dead
ghosts in stereo.

Aca is back. Grins.
Forever leaving, before
Now back, dream journaling

Tunes and art and sound
Simple and otherwise, Hah
Silly girl and boy

food for thought

rabbits hop along
talk of carrots and such things
cars silence them quick

Numbers and ship dates
Embodiment of boredom
O, God, take me now

complex universe
dissected to it's simplest;
finding real magic.



"cherish your present"
the helium balloon says,
"make paper snowflakes."

Originally Posted by Xaqaria

This isn't true.

I must have been referring to traditional Haiku. Still, that was two years ago. Thanks for correcting my past self.

Nice haiku, as well.

"thanks" says a new self
"for correcting my old self...
nice haiku, as well."

a glimmer of truth.
now, it's two more years ago...
still a good feeling.

lucky charms are now
injected in my right arm
kaleidoscopes, son!

sunshine rages on
in my possession fun, I
smile for anyone

look into my eyes
now let me look into yours
your breath smells awful