The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Lush streams flow water
Down the side of the hill to
The creek far belowCovered with green plants
And flowers as it curves through
The valley it formedIt almost wants to
Be beautiful, except it
Is littered by trashThe urban build squelches the
Beauty of the land itself
(This is a haiku sonnet, three haikus and then two final lines to make up a type of sonnet.)
Blast from the Past:
The once vibrant marsh
Polluted by trains, lanes, and
Industrial sludge
It is better we die in our
Eras
With contentedness and
Resolve
With triumph for our brave new world, after
Nothing
Lies in our way than to see it all fall apart
Cursed to
Witness all we hold dear receive a
Slow death
This is the first time I wrote a waltmarie. It’s a 10 line poem where the even lines must be two syllables, and if you remove them form a poem all their own.
Blast from the Past:
After every
Apocalypse, you awake to
Just another day
The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there
My poem for today is a gogyohka.
Blast from the Past:
He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by
I sit on the bed
Tired, my eyes hurt, my head spins.
It is when I stop
I feel all the exhaustion
Now all built up within me
Today, I wrote a waka instead of my usual haiku.
Blast from the Past:
In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion
Roses are red.
Hip hip hooray.
I started this poem
Before I know what I’d say.
Another version:
This rose is red,
But you should bend it,
Cause I started this poem
Unsure how to end it.
Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun
Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.
Looking for cozy?
Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
Sleep comfortablyNature spent the last 250 million years crafting her canvas
Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after
Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul
Show me your tears
And I will show you how I can cry with you.Show me your anger
And I will help you flip tables.Show me your joy
And I will show you how I can smile with youShow me your fear
And I will show you how I try to convince myself that I am secureSing me your song
And I will provide its darker melodyShow me your dance
And I will make you look even more elegant as I stumble along with youShow me your grief,
And I will ponder what was lost with youShow me your hopes and dreams,
And I will bask in their glory with youShow me your worries,
And I will tell you which ones scare me tooShow me your mind,
And I will run mental loops around you until we are both confusedShow me your love,
And I will counter it with my ownLean on me,
And I will show you how to lean on no one else ever again
Blast from the Past:
Would you still love me
If the sun dies out and our
Corpses are frozen?