Thread: Haiku anyone?

Wow. Those are lovely Clairity.

I ramble too much to write haikus.
I'll try my hand at some later today though.

Very nice!

I used to write a few haikus when I was young. I doubt any are still floating around anywhere. So here's a brand new one composed this very minute on the subject of coffee:

In your dark splendor
a swirling world of promise
come now to my lips

the shade is lifted
clean the muddied window with
Clairity's haiku

skysaw, I really liked your haiku but when I went back and read that the subject was coffee.. well it's simply perfect!

Originally Posted by pj

the shade is lifted
clean the muddied window with
Clairity's haiku

Uhm.. pj.. tell me you aren't saying that you wiped your dirty window with my haiku?! (that's supposed to be a "compliment".. right?
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In poetic terms
yes, I may have overreached
poetic license

heard through metered flow
the click of a camera
and time was frozen.

don't rhyme your haiku
if you want your haiku true
you can haiku too

"staying up all night"
is Dream Views fancy tagline
though self defeating

None so henious
As the crime of triple post
pj's such a git

EDIT: Damn, pj! post four times and break my already crumbly haiku.

Originally Posted by Clairity

skysaw, I really liked your haiku but when I went back and read that the subject was coffee.. well it's simply perfect!

Thanks, Clairity! I just looked around for inspiration, and luckily it was at arms-reach.

Sweet hand-held gadget
Ringing endlessly...never
Useless piece of junk

Haiku about my cell phone..and how nobody calls it, ever.

Originally Posted by BiVixen

Haiku about my cell phone..and how nobody calls it, ever.

Turn off the ringer
outside, your friends are waiting
real life is calling

Ahem ahem, I call this one... Existance.

A day of no days,
An endless time with no words,
A black cloud brewing.

Originally Posted by skysaw

Turn off the ringer
outside, your friends are waiting
real life is calling

Far away from friends
Vacation life is lonely
Can't wait to go home

Originally Posted by Identity X

None so henious
As the crime of triple post
pj's such a git

EDIT: Damn, pj! post four times and break my already crumbly haiku.

Hardly crumbly, this
when engaged in haiku wars,
being the git's the shit.

Originally Posted by BiVixen

Far away from friends
Vacation life is lonely
Can't wait to go home

to wait is to waste
life is happening right now
later comes later

Originally Posted by skysaw

to wait is to waste
life is happening right now
later comes later

Too shy and anxious
Friends come few and far apart
Life can stay indoors

I am so sleepy
Tonight I shell sleep with you
My beautiful bed

1
Night comes, and I know
Things I had forgotten then;
Things meant to forget.

2
You are purple, not
Enough to color the sky,
But enough to love.

Here are my first two attempts at haikus. I've never written any before, so they're... Well, you can read them and decide for yourself.

Autumn
The wind in the trees,
Whispering in my cold ears,
It's quiet sound pure.

Moonlit Shore
Where gentle waves touch,
Lines are undrawn from the sand,
Vanishing with time.

Originally Posted by BiVixen

Too shy and anxious
Friends come few and far apart
Life can stay indoors

reaching through the web
comfort comes from the ether
a virtual hug

I apologize
For the number of haiku;
I just couldn't stop.

My computer sits
Here in front of me, mocking;
"Can you write just one?"

No, it seems I can't,
Indeed, I must type away,
Fingers a flurry.

So here I'll put down,
A few random haiku writ
Just last night, in fact:

Dawn:
In the clocktower
The great bells toll thrice, loudly,
Sounding a new day.

Listen:
Foreign to my ears,
The sounds reach me from afar,
What is this new noise?

Blackmail:
In a school locker,
There sits a lone cardboard box,
Full of dark secrets.

Empire:
Reigning terror drives,
Even the best men fear it,
But soon it will die.

Walking:
I pause in my tracks,
Something here is out of place;
My shoe is untied.

Dreams:
Six o'clock supper,
Nine o'clock off to soft sheets,
Three AM I fly.

A Sad Truth:
Dreams are sweet escape
From everyday troubles,
But life must go on...


But now I run out,
Of ready-written haiku,
So I must now quit.

If I post one more,
Will I be just another
Hopeless poem writer?

I hope not, for here;
Another creeps its way out
Of my hapless mind.

Damnit, Man of Steel,
You seem to be prolific:
A newfound poet.

Thank you, Dallian,
For your kind words, but in truth,
I wrote far too much.

Spring:
Green leaves in the trees;
Their effervescent glow bright.
My eyes wide in awe.