happiness haiku set
in truth, happiness exists far from liqour store and yet further still
not in form of pill nor herb or fungus, you see just live, you dumbass
or enlightened one for within hobbies lie joy and yet further still
(bows)
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I love to test people, with writing challenges so here- write a haiku.
Who can come up with the most incredible and intelligent poem?
*I wanted to speak with a conviction so I murdered with my tongue.
Drink to the H-bomb beneath folding branches of mechanical trees.
My exhausted head sweat-drenched tomato splatters upon granite soil.
A twelve to three ratio: Shaved aluminum and rust- thermite can be fun.
Applying a face and reading from a script; writ in careful brushstrokes.
Want to come alive
start feeling by breathing in
new mentalities.
What was I thinking? It made me feel unsettled. What’s on the tv?
let my words pierce you my voice becomes prevalent inspirational
the tongue is the knife letting bliss in when kissing lets fucking make out
Everytime I write, I’d leave a piece of my soul; Though I’m a Ginger.
@Kim Love the end line, good twist.
thanks! ya those twists are disguises. all still heading the same direction. here’s one for ya
embrace uniqueness be proud of having red hair it stands for passion
What is the matter There are no problems in life Stop giving a damn
mr. manimal i am going to have to say word up
Losing precious life Off in fake fantasy land Videogames suck
Countles wasted days Saving the fantasy worlds With crystals and swords
I have leveled up I am no longer a boy who plays videogames
Arguing in poem, summary of the conflict, compressed condensed hate.
A haiku of love, Understanding compassion; Too short like a kiss.
A lover’s freckles are a stellar map, guiding us to our homeworld.
Shop-rite janitor a loudspeaker over screams “spill in aisle nine”
Not learning from mistakes chewing on my soap again- my mouth bubbles
haha
haiku, or you ku?
maybe we all ku – that’s a
bad haiku, ya know?
Pantomime in time betwixt lines it stays defined. Reflections divine.
Beautiful moonlight, shimmering in the night sky, its glow ominous; seeking it’s own peace, It forever surrounds us, wishing for it’s match.
african musics and mongolian khoomei bring forth ecstasy
I’m not that very good
But nether-the-less I will try
Is this a haiku?
That’s not a haiku Five syllables, then seven, then five, that’s the way
Alas I was wrong
thought it was eight not seven
I guess I added it wrong
