Haiku

Late Night Tears
bathroom floor at night a tear drips from my red nose splat on the cold tile
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
Station Morning
Morning station light A pigeon hops near the rail Coffee spills on stone
By Melissa about a month ago in Poets
Lemon Water
Ice cracks in the glass A lemon slice drifts aside Chair legs scrape the floor
By Melissa about a month ago in Poets
Afternoon Light
Wind moves the curtain Dust turns slowly in the sun A page flips itself
By Melissa about a month ago in Poets
Platform Sound
Train doors slide open Cold air moves along the floor Someone drops a coin
By Melissa about a month ago in Poets
Morning Cup
Steam lifts from the cup A spoon taps once on the rim Rain hits the window
By Melissa about a month ago in Poets
The Well
old well, no bucket a frog jumps in anyway the sound of water Did you know that Matsuo Bashō (and other masters) didn't have to follow the form of a Haiku at all, it's a Haiku *because* they wrote it.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
opening the flesh suppressed by a tourniquet his eyes rolling back
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
tidal waves recede obsidian sands reclaim the jagged shoreline
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Poets
Nature's Greeting
Surrounded by oth- ers. A bee rests for a mo- ment on my thumb. Come.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a month ago in Poets
The Siren
all the birds fall dead a massacre in the wind carcasses fester
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Poets
Seeds in Apples
We can easily Count seeds in any apple Not apples in seeds
By Margaret Minnicksabout a month ago in Poets