Conquer (For Deets) – 3 Haiku Poems
Wrap that hellion like a scarf Hold your chin up high Tear down ties that bind Out from the cocoon, you’ll shoot Dauntless butterfly Howl loud in the rain Broken but… Continue reading
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Coronis – 3 Haiku Poems (Inspired by Magick Mermaid)
Raven spies up high Trading secrets with the moon They whisper, She’s doomed. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Coronis now hides In her lover’s arms she prays To see one more day >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Apollo’s rage burns Sears… Continue reading
Sepia-Tinted Memories
Wheels turning The many wonders I remember of you. * Scientists theorize that the ability to remember in color fades as we age – which essentially means that our memories begin to resemble… Continue reading
#45: Lock Him Up! – Haiku
Thin skinned tangerine Thief of children’s charities Keep this dolt unseen ____________________________________________________________________________ Trump Was Ordered To Pay $2 Million In Damages For Abusing His Foundation To Help His Campaign “The court’s decision,… Continue reading
Haiku: Into Night
Day tugs off her dress Arches her back and stretches She melts into night
Soul Messenger – Haiku
Beating of my heart in sync with your restless soul. We travel as one. A dragonfly symbolizes a soul messenger in Native American folklore.
Thorns
Thorns I whisper your name. Are you still within reach? I close my eyes and see you – With a knowing smile on your lips. You’ve found the scars- carved by my own… Continue reading
Out of the Dark
Remember me as flowers Pushing their way out of the dark To find warmth in the sun’s embrace I recently lost someone very dear to me, and my pen has once again become… Continue reading
Five Haiku Poems: Paper Soul
You’ve nothing to say In silence, you still taunt me Quiet mockery I stare back at you A frozen smile strains your face Love’s gone; there’s no trace Limb by limb, I rip… Continue reading
Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
