The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships
The end of the earth
Inability to do
Are you happy now
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
The road is bumpy
But the hardship is worth it
The happy ending
The feelings that hurt
To act that’s the true wisdom
Shipwreck of my soul
Blast from the Past:
Unsure what to feel
Facing another day where
Everything’s in flux.
Collapse of my life
To listen but hardly hear
What’s in it for you?
Blast from the Past:
How can you stand with
Those who have fallen if you
Are on your two feet?
Title: “Relationshipped”
Had intense passion
Attained the pursuit
A relationshipTo see it slip
Into nothing
DepletingAll that persists
Is tiredness
At the idea of
Another one
This is an anagrammatic poem. I can only use the letters of the word in the title.
Blast from the Past:
If
I
If I
If I would
If I would let you
If I would let you go fully
This second one is a Fibonacci poem, where the syllable counts follow the Fibonacci sequence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQR1NY03zIA. Mathematically, the Fibonacci sequence is about adding the previous two numbers together to make a new number, so I replicated that by starting with two words “If” and “I” and after each line adding words more to the previous line to change the meaning of the statement.
To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”
When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
I have the blessing
Of being unable to forget
The choice you didn’t give me
Our planet is vast
I only want you to dream
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
In this world of dust,
Every single speck is
A vast universe
When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it
After our break up,
My emotions fall like they’re
Built to lean on you.I find myself in pieces
I’ll wait to be whole again.
This is a renga I did with a friend who also recently experienced a breakup. A renga is a Japanese haiku-like poem game where one person writes a 5-7-5 poem (so a haiku), and then the other poet completes it with 7-7.
Second poem for today:
In this quiet moment, the one won
By me, because I set set-
Backs aside, I’d
Chose this again, in
Order to make myself myself
This is an echo poem, where you end each line by repeating either the sound of the last word or syllable: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/echo-verse-poetic-forms
-for my ex-girlfriend
we set off united with joyful hearts
though we ended up having to part
i still cherish my time with you
writing silly stories, hiking through distant lands
you’ll always have a place in my story
for pushing me out of my rut
hope you say the same about me
We recently broke up, and I used the kwansaba format to reflect on this. It’s 7 lines, with seven words per line, where each word must be less than seven letters. Evidently, they are intended as a praise poem, mostly to celebrate family and African-American, although in this case, I took a slightly looser interpretation of that part. A girlfriend can count as family though.
Blast from the Past:
I feel like this would
Be easier if I could
Simply despise you