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 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
At some point wanted
To raise a white Flag 'cause
She was much haunted
Hehe, It's getting tougher, couldn't entirely rhyme it
 Jun 2015
Willard Wells
Worn done over time
Bones worn and chipped in decline
Movement will bring aches

Drift into sleep now
Hip replacement to end pain
From skilled surgeons hands

Now walk without pain
Skipping and dancing all day
Brighter days ahead

A new life to see
As there's no pain hip to knee
I'm going dancing
As I wrote this a friend was having hip surgery and I wanted to write something for him.
 Jun 2015
cris blanco
Rains’ relaxing hum
It’s like the sound of heaven
Wishing forever
 Jun 2015
s
done with high school now
fulfilled and content at last
out in the world soon
I graduated from high school yesterday and just wanted to write a little haiku to express my feelings!
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
Feeling **** unwell
Evicted for losing her shell
Trudged through a hell
Just started my Mrs.Snail Haiku series Fairy Tale Yesterday :))
 Jun 2015
Haley Lorish
I'm fading away,
but you'll never see past my
camouflage smile.
Be aware* of thy words

You could be a killer

©IGMS
Through the sharpness of your words,
You stabbed me.
It hurt so much knowing that it cut deep through.
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
Left Mucus trail
So she could be found by Love
when she moved on
 Jun 2015
SummertimeLace
Bend ,coil round my ear
Lift gravity from my feet
Music fills the air
Mister Golden Sun,*
Dives in the cool pool of clouds
*For he too, feels hot.
My first Haiku.
I would like to dedicate this to Miss Donna who loves haiku and summer :)

Summer is definitely in ü
 Jun 2015
niamh
Surrounded by birds
making orchestral music
I soar high with them
The birds have been helping to brighten an otherwise dull workday for me today :)
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Burn me with thy eyelids
Impale me with thy soul
Show me different kingdoms
Were past life lovers old

A circuit to lie upon thy extremity
A salute of ourn own flag
Blowing to ourn entities
Wrapped tight in cellophane bag

A shrine and a vestry
Wherein well make ourn abode
Ourn manor ran by children
For we'll have two or three at most

You'll be the loyal procreator
I'll be thy homage sire
Memoir's of ourn reverance
Lit to antediluvian mire
 Jun 2015
Harley Oliver
i wondered about a kiss
the way it would taste
like tahaitian vanilla
and your sunday coffee
down by greenwich village
where we saw all the worlds stage
through a rose colored glass
and those heavy eyes
when the grass was greener
and you left me there to die
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