Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Sam Artisan · May 29, 2018

Long black pleases me
ebony coils squeeze me
ice breath freezes me

The heart of Misty · May 29, 2018

Ice Breath Freezes me
Love unfreezes me
Bliss lingers undaunted

kkbe · Jun 3, 2018

Oy and eek...methinks this haiku thread is still a 5-7-5 syllable format thingie, which I shall now attempt to demonstrate:

Blissed out. Undaunted.
Nothing can ruin her day--
she's the Birthday Girl!

zanzjan · Jun 4, 2018

kkbe said:
this haiku thread is still a 5-7-5 syllable format thingie

And indeed it is.

She's the birthday girl!
Bought her own cake, lit candles,
wish'd to be elsewhere.

kkbe · Jun 5, 2018

Wish'd to be elsewhere;
snuffed by pyroclastic flow.
Volcanic justice.

zanzjan · Jun 5, 2018

"Volcanic justice,"
said Abe Vigoda. "Now jump!"
I have no response.

DanielSTJ · Jun 8, 2018

I have no response
For the falling trembling leaves
That color my soul

B.D. Eyeslie · Jun 12, 2018

That color my soul
with your imagination
perceived better than

DanielSTJ · Jun 12, 2018

Perceived better than
Leaves crying to the river
Shattering at dawn

zanzjan · Jun 15, 2018

Shattering at dawn,
by noon, gather'd my pieces,
by dusk, braced for night.

cacia · Jun 25, 2018

by dusk braced for night
silence took a turn for it might
stars appear to light by magic of height

zanzjan · Jun 27, 2018

Hi cacia,

Haiku have a 5-7-5 syllable count. Trimming your last line to fit.

Stars appear to light
our path to eternity,
'til clouds bring us peace.

kkbe · Jun 27, 2018

'Til clouds bring us peace,
we face the sun undaunted
and gorge on MoonPies.

DanielSTJ · Jun 30, 2018

And gorge with Moonpies
Held underneath trembling eyes
Hands twined at sunrise

kkbe · Jul 1, 2018

Hands twined at sunrise
unfold; as dusk presses in,
palm-to-palm in pray'r.

zanzjan · Jul 6, 2018

Palm to palm in pray'r,
clap, slap, we play pattycake
for the Elder gods

Sam Artisan · Jul 6, 2018

for the Elder gods
there is a bitter ring to
netflix n chill

DanielSTJ · Jul 11, 2018

Netflix n chill
Without a wandering quill
Time transpires still

zanzjan · Jul 16, 2018

Time transpires still,
breathes in, moments pass, breathes out
the deep sigh of you.

kkbe · Jul 21, 2018

The deep sigh . . . of you
I pine. Your presence here is
sorely missed, my dear.

DanielSTJ · Jul 23, 2018

Sorely missed, my dear
The trees never seemed so far
Your smile with sorrow

TexasPoet · Jul 24, 2018

date with a cheap skate
wheels won't roll, the key's broken
should have bought name brand

zanzjan · Jul 26, 2018

Should have bought name brand
when I paid to grow a clone;
purple-me is weird.

BlueDimity · Jul 28, 2018

Purple-me is weird
Lavender grows within
Blend of blaze and ice

zanzjan · Aug 3, 2018

Blend of blaze and ice
creativity of pain
such precocious nerves.

Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Held captive by angry blue elves.

Huh.

killin' all teh werds

Huh.

killin' all teh werds

The Wandering Bard

The Wandering Bard

killin' all teh werds

killin' all teh werds

Huh.

The Wandering Bard

Huh.

killin' all teh werds

Held captive by angry blue elves.

The Wandering Bard

killin' all teh werds

Huh.

The Wandering Bard

When Is It Dark Enough?

killin' all teh werds

killin' all teh werds