Haiku

The Four Seasons
I write a Haiku Winter, spring, summer and fall Not too hot or cold AI Generated on Canva Winter Snow and icicles Fall in patterns big and small
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
Look Up
I was sent by Him. Open your eyes, and you’ll see my name in the clouds.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Shadows Dance
Shadows dance with grace, Nature's melody unfurls, Guiding light takes stage.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Amidst Storm's
Amidst storm's fierce roar, A glimmer in the tempest, Nature's beacon shines.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Chirps in the Garden
Feathers biscuit brown, hopping around a rose bush, a distant chirping.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Purpose
Heart's whispers guide true, Mind's compass steers the course clear, Purpose will find you.
By Yasemin Yiğit Kuru2 years ago in Poets
You Are My Sunshine
You’re worth so much more No value is high enough Loved beyond measure
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Road Less Travelled
I wish he could see the road that we traveled on, the things that I see. “Amazingly well”… Is how he navigates things.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Woods' Silent Hum
The woods' silent hum, Leaves, dew-kissed, murmur softly, Nature's tranquil hymn.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Very Last Star Wars Haiku
Note: Yes, I have been busy with quite a few other things with the approach of summer. I have still been dumping (sad word) books and trying to find a new place. A move might be on the docket, but I could not forget my Vocal fans, despite all the recent technical problems.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Whispering Pines. Content Warning.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
Edible Cubicles
Waffles are my vice So I waffle back and forth Hide in waffle squares 🧇 What a tasty sight Edible cubicle bite
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets