My very first attempt to write a poem using the 5-7-5 haiku format. So please be kind!
The poem itself describes the dichotomy of nature, its amazing beauty as well as its inherent cruelty.
With desire in his heart, he gazed… And imagined the taste of her lusc… As he stroked and caressed her flo… Her face reminds him of a thousand… He adored her from afar; never fel…
E’er the optimist he brews lemonad… Whenever mishaps litter his pathwa… Facing the world unruffled unafrai… Setbacks mere challenges in shades… In the face of hurdles no surrende…
center Late afternoon early evening Sun setting it’s still light By the lamp post he stands All alone
A deep melancholy gripped me this morning a feeling of sadness, impotence, infirmity,
Couldn’t wait any longer For the night to be over This unsatisfied longing At last be quenched forever For tomorrow she’s coming
First light, first sign that tomor… That we’ll savor the passing of an… To see and touch all those that we… And smell the many blossoms along… Incipient daylight, omen of the fu…
Almighty God, maker of all things I hear you when a little bird sing… I see you when the morning sun ris… I feel you in all of your disguise… Your face I see in the clouds abo…
Decadent, thus tempting It oozes, like a river It flows, yet viscous It’s thick, and rich, and gooey... So inviting!
For many days it poured unrelentin… Behind thick hoary clouds Apollo… Wrothful infuriated Zeus pulled t… Rain torrential no longer nourishi… Poseidon gloating; for he ruled th…
Existence can be harsh; and life c… Fate may be unkind; when all you h… But you rise above the ashes, onwa… In the music of the night, you rid… Always you face hurdles, seemingly…
Inspiration, celestial muse I nee… Poetic verses; but alas I doubt s… On this rain-drenched foggy dreadf… My mind’s blank; my canvas ghostly… Sunshine, I pray will awaken my f…
Crisp the air; cool, refreshing th… Clear, the night sky, looking like… Silvery the full moon, peeking ato… Into the woods she gazed, and felt… But go! She must! Quickly, no tim…
I. Conception He paused a bit; syllables he’s co… For he’s obsessed, enamored with s… Write he must, a poem about bluebo… Iambic pentameter; so constraining…
center a deafening silence yet she hears a heartbeat from a great distance, a doe trying to be discreet.
by bright lights we’re blinded, we… in danger and pitfalls, we could w… so, we hold out our hands; we shie… fearful we’d be in harm’s way othe… but still we move onward, always h…