Category: Meta-Poems

Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down.

Blast from the Past:

Combed inspiration
Within, but all I unearthed
Was my own sifting

Here on the toilet
Trying to write a haiku
Soon I will be done

Blast from the Past:

Think up a haiku
Showering, but it’s gone when
Done. Oh greatness lost.

A new haiku for
A new day, always writing
Another poem

Blast from the Past:

Today’s haiku would
Be easier to write with
Some inspiration.

Beautiful pictures
But lacking any sense of
Self and sympathy

Blast from the Past:

A picture’s worth a
Thousand words, but a film’s worth
A thousand pictures.

The best haikus are
The ones that I never
End up writing down

Blast from the Past:

Ode to that great thought
That disappeared when I went
To write it down here.

What is poetry?
Remove the words and meaning,
Poetry’s what’s left.

Blast from the Past:

Poets can’t afford
Only to sing about their
True inspiration

I am a haiku
In search of a meaning to
Attach myself to

Blast from the Past:

I tried including
So much into this haiku,
It had no meaning.