Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

zanzjan · Nov 7, 2013

Working together
we breathe life and love in words.
What better haiku?

William E. Harlan · Nov 7, 2013

What better haiku?
My truth and lies tethered to
The words that I use.

Levico · Nov 7, 2013

The words that I use
For good or for ill, make a
Last impression still.

Tazlima · Nov 7, 2013

Last impression still
remains. Faded silhouette
of death by atom.

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 8, 2013

Of death by atom,
the ultimate firestorm,
older than the sun.

William E. Harlan · Nov 8, 2013

Older than the sun.
Darker than its light is bright.
Everlasting night.

Levico · Nov 9, 2013

Everlasting night,
Seeking in the dark, hoping
We will find the light.

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 10, 2013

We will find the light
under the mushrooms we eat
brighter when we blink.

onestepp · Nov 10, 2013

brighter when we blink
twilight's narrow whitened beam
lost black hole's strong pull

Levico · Nov 12, 2013

Lost black holes, strong pull
On weaker planets and stars,
Fear will kill our dreams.

William E. Harlan · Nov 12, 2013

Fear will kill our dreams.
Its seams sown into our feet.
Pan's evil shadow.

onestepp · Nov 14, 2013

Pan's evil shadow
blackened afternoon sun's rays
devil's red footprints

Levico · Nov 15, 2013

Devil's read footprints,
Tracking souls across the earth.
Is better to run.

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 18, 2013

Is better to run
than to sit in the circle,
abandon your fears.

William E. Harlan · Nov 18, 2013

Abandon your fears.
Death is just the beginning.
We're children for life.

Levico · Nov 19, 2013

Were children for life,
He and I. Run, laugh and wait
For this dream to end.

nuclearwastemisshap · Nov 19, 2013

for this dream to end
you wake up and realize
it was a nightmare

William E. Harlan · Nov 19, 2013

It was a nightmare.
An endless, circular maze.
Lost in IKEA.

zanzjan · Nov 20, 2013

Lost in IKEA
I am flattened, stacked, and I
cannot hold meatballs.

William E. Harlan · Nov 20, 2013

Cannot hold meatballs.
How did I get into this?
Don't ask me again.

kkbe · Nov 21, 2013

Don't ask me again.
Yeah. That's because you don't know
which came first, dammit.

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 21, 2013

Which came first, dammit,
seasons, mother nature, or
three mindless verses?

CDSinex · Nov 21, 2013

Three mindless verses
detached from ego and id—
leaves floating downstream.

kkbe · Nov 22, 2013

Leaves floating downstream
aren't afraid of the unknown.
They don't care. They're free.

poetinahat · Nov 25, 2013

They don't care. They're free,
fresh, fanciful, and falling
into their forties.