Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her
his abusemakes her an anvilwithout spark
He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically. He grinned at us, waiting for applause. That last line was four syllables. Artemis said. Apollo frowned. Was it? Yes. What about No, no, that...
If life transcends deathThen I will seek for you thereIf not, then there too
Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
My stomach rumbles.Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.Christmastime is here.
Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.""Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito....
My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs...
Leave me alone,Do me a favor, abandon me,I want to think about,You me and the idea of forever.
A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.
Shepherds lift their heads,not to gaze at a new lightbut to hear angels.
The Christmas spiritwhispers softly in my ear,"Go be of good cheer.
stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.
You burn like a candleinside my soul,showing me a waythrough this darkness.
HereI'm here-the snow falling.
silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku
No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.
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