
Shipwreck out at sea
A relic of social decay
Now a world for fish
Blast from the Past:
It is painful to
Think all the progress we’ve made
Might one day recede
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about nature

Shipwreck out at sea
A relic of social decay
Now a world for fish
Blast from the Past:
It is painful to
Think all the progress we’ve made
Might one day recede

All dogs want from you
Is for you to be
A new friend
(And maybe just a little of your food.)
Blast from the Past:
A pine tree sways
In the wind to the beat of
Your strokes of my beard.

The twilight coolness
The lofty sky’s flawed and dead
My soul’s solitude
Blast from the Past:
Pulsating through space,
The glory still radiates
From the long dead star

Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap
(And then immediately jump right back off.)
Blast from the Past:
The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.

Unsure the best way
To respond, I sit there and
Name the ants I see.
Blast from the Past:
Ants are in my pants.
I need to get these stupid
Ants out of my pants.

I climb the stairs
Crawling up and up each step
Yearning for the sky
Blast from the Past:
The frigid rain falls
Panting, lost the trail as I
Climb out my demons

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

Sunny when you leave
But within a few minutes
Large storm clouds appear
Blast from the Past:
The cool morning rain
Leaves the earth with the gift of
Quiet tranquility

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

It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence
Blast from the Past:
I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind