Haiku about Life and Dreams

Ethan Seevers (grade 11) handed me these two haiku on Wednesday and I like them.



Life is life a fight.
You can either win or lose
But do not give up.



Dreams can be visions
Coming to you while you sleep.
They educate you.

A Spring "Haikuplex"

A conversation about haiku and writers block under a roof resounding with hard rain led to this set of four interconnected haiku, thus titled as a haikuplex.
 

 

Spring Haikuplex

The rain coming down,

pounding on the roof above:

the poet’s pen runs dry.

The poet’s pen runs dry;

always in his heart are dreams:

words refuse to flow.

Words refuse to flow,

pictures still buried so deep:

buried and yet unsaid.

Buried and yet unsaid

are the pictures never drawn:

of rain coming down.

ed pacht

Spring Haiku

John Nichols has been busy observing Spring and reflecting on Spring's meaning.  Here are six of a set of haiku sent to me from my former student.  Enjoy!

I

The first warm drop falls.
Rain brings refreshing showers:
Man, unfit for peace.

II
Spring breeds luscious growth.
Fawns grow strong and become stags.
My love for her swells.


III

Flowers are lovely,
Blossoms give a sweet fragrance.
Man is no flower.


IV

Young stags court madly:
Man’s love, a thing corrupted,
Turns swiftly to lust.


V

Spring waxes mighty!
But soon it shall no doubt wane:
Man’s lies are the same.


VI

Blossomed, Spring has left:
A lover has left his bed,
Crushed her tender heart.


VII
Spring breeds luscious growth.
Fawns grow strong and become stags.
My love for her swells.

Haiku: Images of Home

The following haikus were originally published in the 1996 issue of Selah, an annual publication of the Western Ohio Christian Writers Guild, p. 56.

Be waiting for me
warm kitten and ball of yarn.
Here's room for play.

Alice C. Linsley


Golden candle glow
Hearts at fireside warmed at home.
Serene at last.

Esther McGraw


Towheads play at home
pick raisens from Daddy's toast
plant hotdog trees too.

Hope Rapson