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
07/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Society
Poems about society
07/09/25 A New Novem Poem for A New Day
now an error
no progress saved
nothing, just nonewhat bad Wi-Fi
when even one
webpage can’t load
This is about a bad internet connection. It’s also my attempt at a novem poem. These consist of three three-line stanzas, where each line contains three words. Two of the words must be one syllable and the third two syllables. In the first line, the two-syllable word must be the third word, in the second line, the second word, and third line, the first word. Also, each stanza must have at least four words that start with the same consonant sound.
Blast from the Past:
The waves crash softly.
My phone beeps persistently
Till I throw it over
07/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I amuse myself
With my country, toying with
Its quaint history
Blast from the Past:
What are our lives here?
But a burst dissipating
Into history
06/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
You can no longer
Tell who was on which side:
The fallen soldiers
Blast from the Past:
The clear enemy,
The clash partitions evil
Outside of oneself
06/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
All longings for more,
Attempts for unequal mine,
Cave for all in time.
Blast from the Past:
Empires return to
Ashes from the fire of their
Own machinery
06/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
When you tell the truth,
Why does it so often seem
To sound like a lie?
Blast from the Past:
We breathed white lies to
The blue sky but could not melt
The summer black ice.
06/21/25 A New Haiku Sonnet for a New Day
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
06/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
Blast from the Past:
Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth
06/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.
06/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?