The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society
Who feels anxious every hour?
Those in powerWhere does the devil make his perch?
In the ChurchWhen are we most resigned to fate?
When we hateEven now, it is not too late
To look past how it’s been defined
To ascertain what lies behind
Those in power in the church when we hate
Today’s poem is an ovillejo, or at least my attempt at one.
Blast from the Past:
Oh what do you do
With your time when you finish
With all of this hate?
When all is asleep,
You can hear the train’s faint thwomp,
Pulse of the city
Blast from the Past:
Cars glide ‘cross the freeways
Each on a preordained track
Up and down forever
Oh American Dream,
I lie here wondering if
I can wake from you
Blast from the Past:
Only time you get
To see your dream job is when
You are fast asleep.
Loud machine
Slowly turns
Its cornerGusts of wind
Push into
Your bodyIt stays there
Unaware
Of its blast
(This one is about standing next to one of the really big planes as it turns the corner to take off. It’s also a tricube poem.)
Blast from the Past:
You have no control
Over the great machine that is
Civilization
Anonymous grief
Of the world: nobility
Of spent achievements
Blast from the Past:
Believe in your dreams
As you become a cog
In the work machine
Such intricacies
In every human soul.
Who would murder that?
Blast from the Past:
Indifference to the
Suffering of fellow humans
Corrodes our souls.
When the world doesn’t work,
At least she had impatience,
Sullen strategist
Blast from the Past:
Waiting for this to
Make sense—wasting so much time
Better spent searching
My plane departs towards a new world
A long long time ago, I left my own world behindEveryone I meet here welcomes me
Cultural cousins of the ones I just visitedKindred spirits but islands apart
Many here cannot afford to see their fellow kinA short flight, but they might as well be
A world away from this island that makes up their homeA world I can traverse on each of
My many flights as I hop around to see what’s here
This one is a landay poem, which is made up of 9 syllable then 13 syllable couplet. They are supposed to demonstrate contrasts.
Blast from the Past:
Tossed into this world
You will receive everything
Will it be enough?
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
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