HaikuPoetry 1

123

May you wash away

All the petals of summer

As you eye winter's storm

 

122

The flower bites through

As convoluted chaos reigns

Across nature's land

121

It's been laying roots

Through wars and hatreds of old

This tree that stands alone

120

Would you be merry

If time were to memories

What hands are to time?

119

The troops carry on

Shouting words of wisdom's past

Into darkest night

118

Tunicate the soul

Until its mouldy flowers

Rise out of chaos

117

From sleep the embers grow
As night fires burn our dreams
Into glacial wings

 

116

Have you ever felt

The cold and blunt emotion

Of a poet's heart?

115

I unplug my eyes

Then turn to the moon and howl

To silence the wolves

114

Sometimes there is hope

A flourishing in the dark

In unseen places

 

113

Thunder stills the air

Lightning illuminates souls

Rain puts out fires

112

The ease of objects

As they bear the weight of time

Between life and death

 

111

Lavender dreams

Memories torn by fragrant beasts

Hearts broken by water

 

110

Nights are always strange

Things in darkness don't exist

Until the light affirms

 

109

We hollow beings rise

In the pearly white of dawn

Guardians of the edge

 

108

Gathered memories

Lost in the pioneering dark

To insignificance

 

107

Until they are lost

Memories are like seashells

Playing the ocean 

106

We are entities

Hoping to sharpen our edges

And fill our insides

105

Mirrors shed tears too

Reflections of human hurt

In that other world

 

104

This battleground breathes

Squeezing the light out of souls

Making space for the dark

 

103

Let the darkness play

Let it covet darkened rooms

And hide inside cupboards

 

102

The best wild places

Are those that carry their fruit

Into winters' dawn

 

101

Perhaps the rain can sing

And forests dance to melody

In dreams of the sea

 

100

Stark jungle of life

Were that I knew how to live

To rise above the mud

 

99

Thickest candles burn

And smoke is a predictable fate

When the wick has won

 

98

Truths belie their age

They melt and mould beyond time

Out of existence

 

97

If I can be me

In any room that I find

Only then am I free

 

96

Fear not brave fellow

For when the dancing sinks the moon

Those creatures will be lost

 

95

Emptiness abides

As the unknown sends whispers

From beyond the dark

 

94

What use is living

If all living memories cease?

Lost upon the wind

 

93

Inconspicuous soul

He who waits for tragedy

But does not intervene

 

92

Memories of the past

A faint line of yesterday's flood

And now the rotting wood

 

91

Frozen imparted words

Unable to reach the dark

To spread news of the light

 

90

I dreamt of horses

And of men galloping along

Where fish raced in tanks

 

89

Blurred clouds on the sky

Are they but a dream of charcoal

In a black and white world?

 

88

Like empty flowers

Caught in the stilled breeze of time

We rest on hollow stems

 

87

Bright sapphire stones

Catching the sun's light in beauty

In a moment of time

 

86

Raised by human wolves

Who know not of gentility

Only of preying in packs

 

85

Candles burning low

This magnificent life burns

Then hardens like wax

 

84

Quiet feet on the roof

Is it a bogeyman of night

Or a sleepwalking cat?

 

83

Never outside yourself

Since birth you have worn this vessel

And shared its time and space

 

82

Transcendently sublime

Masters of the age of science

Strangers to the soul

 

81

Alien landscapes

Arid visions of the future

Just something I dreamt

 

80

Nothing ever brightens

Until its flame has gone out

Physicality no more

 

79

The fire furious

Burns through the night of winter

Of all illumine things

 

78

I have never seen

The void between life and heaven

Nor have I dared look

 

77

No light asunder

Let the darkness find its way

So that it may depart

 

76

There is friction in air

This physical world rubs us

Out of existence

 

75

No scene as bleak

As this empty sky, but for gold

Reflected from thy view

 

74

Jagged edges of light

This carpet of dreams called city

A graveyard of hope

 

73

Dark illumination

Of the words that hide in shadows

Fleeing from my pen

 

72

The hours of darkness

Filled by purple coloured dreams

Until dawn bites my eyes

 

71

The dividing line

Between beautiful chaos

And logical sense

 

70

Giant beasts sit in groups

As we pass on white horses

Looking for angels

 

69

The distraction of bees

While words fly off of the page

Between sips of tea

 

68

The wild rush of words

Like a twisted fever dream

Hunting for blank spaces

 

67

Destiny loves freedom

To act outside of any fate

And to follow faith

 

66

Ears are sculptured things

That bend the thoughts of others

To suit our own minds

 

65

The atmosphere looms

Like a cauldron of human thought

Of beating hearts conjoined

 

64

If our memories

Were like towns that we could visit

Which would we call home?

 

63

Triangular judgement

Fear of not being circular

Of coming back around

 

62

The cerebellum

Helps us move moment to moment

Like curious ants

 

61

I love to stroll through

The quaint villages of your mind

And pick flowers there too

 

60

The butterfly moves

Through all society's ills

Without losing beauty

 

59

Over the city lights

Simplicity enraptured

As you flap your wings

 

58

If trees could bleed out

Or if blades of grass could scream

We'd live nestled like snakes

 

57

Never frowning seas

Deliriums of nature

I swallow the breeze

 

56

The ethereal sky

Lifted from my solemn dreams

And replaced by war

 

55

Beauty of the mind

Like a rosebud yet to unfurl

Its folds are in place

 

54

We loose our senses

In the art of misdirection

Until time is all

 

53

The dark mines of sleep

A series of hollow tunnels

Beneath my waking eyes

 

52

The vibrating edges

On which reality sits

Is where I fall to sleep

 

51

Eyes closed under sand

The weight of the world all around

Inner peace underground

 

50

Down this cobblestone road

No baggage and light as air

I find sublimity

 

49

The dying wind carries

A million hopes and dreams

Surrendered to the rain

 

48

The echoes from here

Spread like wildfires in summer

Bad news travels like this

 

47

The scalpel's edge bleeds

For the many cuts underneath

Its sterile silver

 

46

The winter hearts burn

Condensation upon their souls

Icicles on their toes

 

45

The rainbow ends up

In a puddle of fresh rain

Muddied by the land

 

44

We are building this

Candyfloss generation

Fluffy but no substance

 

43

When this smoke clears

Follow me into the fire

Ashes in your teeth

 

42

The whiteout of sense

As we enter metropolis

And forget the trees

 

41

Concoction deadly

These ardent melodies

Refrain common thought

 

40

This vacuous wound

Is the pity of dark souls

And timbered frames

 

39

The dreams not hurried

Into winter's shallow bowels

Have chance of summer

 

38

The ragged pilferers

Weighed down by their inner guilt

Not their bag of bronze

 

37

The myriad of ways

A soul can be born to hell

Bit by bit... unaware

 

36

These veins are cinder

Burnt like the emotions within

Lost incombustible

 

35

Frozen memories

Can be picked and defrosted

But do not refreeze

 

34

The greys are coming

To sleeping towns and consciences

With a synapse surprise

 

33

Bended tree wilting

In love with the soggy ash ground

Hell awaiting fury

 

32

The dark frame bone lines

That define me to matter

Like an acid cartoon

 

31

Regret is rooted

In the places you never lived

Among broken fences

 

30

There is a north wind

That freezes your inner soul

But warms your tender heart

 

29

I love it when clowns

Do not hide their saddened eyes

And portray something true

 

28

The salient moon

That rises above our kingdom

Gives weight to our dreams

 

27

The oblivion

That explodes inside of you

When you close your eyes

 

26

Those beautiful eyes

Broken by yesterday's tears

Saved by tomorrow's hope

 

25

The raven stares at me

And I stare back at his darkness

Deeper than the night

 

24

Eyesores are common

When you love beautiful things

But your stare is ugly

 

23

The floating grandeur

Of a life born from decay

Is never solid stone

 

22

He, Overlander

Must trench out the desert's miles

To live up to his name

 

21

That blood of Jove

Beautiful Sangiovese

Melting into my tongue

 

20

She fell into nature

Consumed by the falling leaves

And kissed by the petals

 

19

The trickling streams

Talk to my inner calm

And silence my mind

 

18

Sleeping villages

Sheltered by the forest trees

And nature's spirit

 

17

The silence of the moon

That strange mirror of my soul

Is where beauty lies

 

16

These anonymous streets

Where the rain falls heavy and hard

Are good for the soul

 

15

Raise me when I sleep

Let me see my dreams awake

The colours between the sands

 

14

Our minds forbid change

For understanding is blind

The world doesn't conform

 

13

My perception of now

Is but a fleeting conscience

That never repents

 

12

We flounder in silence

Faces of chaos and despair

Looking for the light

 

11

May all lovers' ills

Be rectified by the gods

That fix broken hearts

 

10

Let me fall into

A quiet revelation

Disguised as a lie

 

9

Let these words roll out

With hurried spontaneity

And absence of mind

 

8

The future is waiting

It is thinking on the past

A present whisper

 

7

Between grains of sand

Warrior atoms are born

To break matter apart

 

6

We roll on like spheres

Hollow moons with no direction

Destination unknown

 

5

The flames kiss the sky

For all that humanity

Has burnt to ashes

 

4

All is quietly unseen

In the land of silence and darkness

I wait for you there

 

3

Everything dream

Locked in uncertain circles

Never discovered

 

2

Delve your head in snow

Feel the purity of it unfold

As it freshens your soul

 

1

This brings to mind

 The many things unspoken

The many truths unheard

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