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 Mar 2019
Sarita Aditya Verma
The verses write themselves
Words of life
The writer
Possessed
 Mar 2019
Mike Adam
My ears are tired
 Mar 2019
Onoma
the essence of,

the soul of--

an

unfathomable

thing.

occurring to itself--

words on the tip

of its tongue.

profoundly

alienating.
 Mar 2019
ItxNotTrixh
please just dissapear
because im not really sure
what to do with you
this isnt really an authentic haiku but idk man.
 Mar 2019
Elena
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
 Mar 2019
Sally A Bayan
(haikus)


Steel brushing...annoys
but this odd, soft sound.....haunts me
i peeped through the drapes,

thought of gum bubbles
imagined one bursting......as
bullfrog's huge throat shrunk...

Sally


Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 24, 2018
I heard the soft sound of a bullfrog one rainy night...I could almost inagine it there hidden among the wet plants...on the wet ground...
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