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 Dec 2014
Jesse Madison
Give me your hands dear
and ill show you a new world
a world of color
 Dec 2014
Pigeon
What does it say about me, then, that to make life would take mine away?
People don't like broken things
 Dec 2014
BB Tyler
Floating, small poem.
more and less make haiku than
counted syllable.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku

Japanese and English syllables do not equate

the use of ideograms in poetry
makes it a different art-from

the essence of a Haiku
is in it's content
and use of negative space

in writing Haiku in English,
focus on the image
and feeling
 Dec 2014
Hailey P
I'm scared to love again
Because the last person I loved
Died before I told him
Nate
 Dec 2014
PrttyBrd
Letters fill my lungs
As I fight to breathe, to live...
Still choking on words
12214
senryu
 Dec 2014
PrttyBrd
Thrown in a corner
Left to watch the world move on
Through a sheet of tears
12214
 Dec 2014
Megan
Wait for me, my love.
Purgatory takes some time
when life is well lived.
This one's for a contest, so promote this one, kay? :) I'm not catholic, nor am I much of an adventurer, but if it turns out I'm wrong, this is what I'd say to him. And either way, when I'm dead I won't use half as many commas...
 Dec 2014
Juneau
patterns in the stars
describe all knowledge of man
just look up above
November 27, 2014

thirty-one
 Dec 2014
Juneau
religious figures
are depictions of the same
we call it the sun
November 27, 2014

thirty-two
 Dec 2014
Juneau
From the sun above
deep sea hydrothermal vents
god is a heat source
November 27, 2014

thirty-four
 Dec 2014
Juneau
Lucifer rises
to push the darkness away
bringing in the dawn
November 27 2014

thirty-three
Makes no sense to Me
Throwing Themselves
into Crowds
Crazy "BLACK FRIDAY"

How could this Happen?
Black Friday is now Thurday
Goodbye Thanksgiving

Black Friday is Here
Scariest Day of the Year
You Could be Trampled**

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Black Friday Haiku(s) (Re-Post)
{10a~10b~10c}
 Nov 2014
Vincent
The moonlit water
My mirrors stare back at me
It is silver glass

Hot is the summer
Waves of heat rise from the sand
The sun scorches the earth

Red is the night sky
Their blood was shed on the field
The soldiers lie still
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