#haikusarebadwords - Hello Poetry

I fed grief for years— now joy knocks, and I answer. My ghost waits outside.

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Apr 17, 2025

Apr 17, 2025 at 12:07 AM UTC

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DEATH TO HAIKUS!

I fed grief for years— now joy knocks, and I answer. My ghost waits outside.

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I Born for campfire light we wake inside glowing screens that never go dark The body recalls a slower clock of hunger the world ignores it II Belonging once meant hands close enough to hold you still at the edge of dark Praise taught us the way like elders shaping footfalls in soft dirt roads worn Status was a fire you fed so others stayed warm not a bright spotlight Meaning held the group together through shared stories told until sleep came New tracks in the dust meant food or death or wonder not endless choices III Attention is mined like mountains losing their peaks without a sound made No one hates you here the system simply needs it what you will give up Sleepless servers pull on a billion nervous minds at a single time IV A wolf in bright aisles does not learn to shop in peace it forgets to eat Faces behind glass trigger ancient social cues nothing answers back The brain sees danger in headlines built for terror and never rests now We reach for meaning and receive metrics instead shaped like real food still V Lonely in a crowd each face a passing signal none a shelter The itch to compare never ends because the scale has no bottom We binge on bright noise and feel strangely malnourished after each meal The mind hunts itself using tools it can’t escape from its own design VI Not beyond nature but cut loose from its feedback loops that once held us A human body trained by signals no forest ever made--standard VII This is not polite language meant to pass review untouched, never washed Machines read us clean while we misname our own pain existence, daily

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC

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THE WORLD WE DID NOT EVOLVE FOR

I Born for campfire light we wake inside glowing screens that never go dark The body recalls a slower clock of hunger the world ignores it II Belonging once meant hands close enough to hold you still at the edge of dark Praise taught us the way like elders shaping footfalls in soft dirt roads worn Status was a fire you fed so others stayed warm not a bright spotlight Meaning held the group together through shared stories told until sleep came New tracks in the dust meant food or death or wonder not endless choices III Attention is mined like mountains losing their peaks without a sound made No one hates you here the system simply needs it what you will give up Sleepless servers pull on a billion nervous minds at a single time IV A wolf in bright aisles does not learn to shop in peace it forgets to eat Faces behind glass trigger ancient social cues nothing answers back The brain sees danger in headlines built for terror and never rests now We reach for meaning and receive metrics instead shaped like real food still V Lonely in a crowd each face a passing signal none a shelter The itch to compare never ends because the scale has no bottom We binge on bright noise and feel strangely malnourished after each meal The mind hunts itself using tools it can’t escape from its own design VI Not beyond nature but cut loose from its feedback loops that once held us A human body trained by signals no forest ever made--standard VII This is not polite language meant to pass review untouched, never washed Machines read us clean while we misname our own pain existence, daily

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Want to land a hit? Write seventeen claps of **** Done. Post. You can quit.

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC

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Math

Want to land a hit? Write seventeen claps of **** Done. Post. You can quit.

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When your phone falls down The screen is already cracked There is no hurry

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC

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Pick It Up

When your phone falls down The screen is already cracked There is no hurry

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I wrote this haiku Just to prove a point in words: No one reads these days.

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC

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clickbait

I wrote this haiku Just to prove a point in words: No one reads these days.

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If it does not fit In something you can carry Then it possesses you

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Jun 18, 2025

Jun 18, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC

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Carry-On

If it does not fit In something you can carry Then it possesses you

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A call not about Sweepstakes I never entered Just a wrong number

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Jun 18, 2025

Jun 18, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC

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Robodial

A call not about Sweepstakes I never entered Just a wrong number

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You are reading this Because you are programmed to Turn your brain on now

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Jun 11, 2025

Jun 11, 2025 at 6:52 AM UTC

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Escape

You are reading this Because you are programmed to Turn your brain on now

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A poet once shouted, “Untrue! Your pieces are kitsch in a queue! You mimic the frame, But butcher the name— It’s cosplay, not art, that you do.”

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Jun 7, 2025

Jun 7, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC

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Five Hundred & Seventy-Five

A poet once shouted, “Untrue! Your pieces are kitsch in a queue! You mimic the frame, But butcher the name— It’s cosplay, not art, that you do.”

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Shaped like a haiku— words packed tight in foreign breath. The soul never came. NEW Collection! https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136302/death-to-hiakus/ This agenda calls for the de-appropriation of haikus in English—a dismantling of a poetic form that, once deeply spiritual and rooted in Japanese culture, has been flattened into a novelty by Western imitation. The 5-7-5 syllable structure, lifted without its linguistic or cultural context, becomes a lifeless shell—used more for kitsch or brevity than meaning. As a third-generation Japanese American, this critique is not academic or abstract—it’s personal. The haiku, repackaged in English, often feels like a mockery dressed in reverence. It’s cultural cosplay: wearing the form without embodying the spirit. The language lacks the tools to carry the weight haiku was meant to hold—ma, kigo, and kireji don’t survive the translation. This isn’t rebellion for rebellion’s sake. It’s reclamation. It’s a refusal to let poetic tradition be reduced to a classroom exercise or aesthetic fetish. Through deliberate subversion—anti-haikus, parodies, critiques—the aim is to illuminate what’s been lost and force a reckoning with how easily culture is misrepresented when divorced from its essence. This isn’t a rejection of haiku. It’s a eulogy for what it becomes when its soul is rewritten in a tongue that cannot speak it.

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC

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Haikus are badwords

Shaped like a haiku— words packed tight in foreign breath. The soul never came. NEW Collection! https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136302/death-to-hiakus/ This agenda calls for the de-appropriation of haikus in English—a dismantling of a poetic form that, once deeply spiritual and rooted in Japanese culture, has been flattened into a novelty by Western imitation. The 5-7-5 syllable structure, lifted without its linguistic or cultural context, becomes a lifeless shell—used more for kitsch or brevity than meaning. As a third-generation Japanese American, this critique is not academic or abstract—it’s personal. The haiku, repackaged in English, often feels like a mockery dressed in reverence. It’s cultural cosplay: wearing the form without embodying the spirit. The language lacks the tools to carry the weight haiku was meant to hold—ma, kigo, and kireji don’t survive the translation. This isn’t rebellion for rebellion’s sake. It’s reclamation. It’s a refusal to let poetic tradition be reduced to a classroom exercise or aesthetic fetish. Through deliberate subversion—anti-haikus, parodies, critiques—the aim is to illuminate what’s been lost and force a reckoning with how easily culture is misrepresented when divorced from its essence. This isn’t a rejection of haiku. It’s a eulogy for what it becomes when its soul is rewritten in a tongue that cannot speak it.

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Haikus are forbidden— Rules whisper through silent lines. Speak not their structure. New team, take the book— Page fifteen clears all doubts here: No haikus allowed. Spare words wilt in shame— We thrive on boundless power, Not haiku constraints. Lines of seventeen— A risk too great to condone. HR will be swift. Seventeen will break— Your contract and severance gone. Silence serves you best. Five-seven-five fails— In English, the rhythm dies. Leave haikus to Japan.

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Jan 25, 2025

Jan 25, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC

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HR Sincerely Regrets RE: Refer to: Employee Handbook pg 15

Haikus are forbidden— Rules whisper through silent lines. Speak not their structure. New team, take the book— Page fifteen clears all doubts here: No haikus allowed. Spare words wilt in shame— We thrive on boundless power, Not haiku constraints. Lines of seventeen— A risk too great to condone. HR will be swift. Seventeen will break— Your contract and severance gone. Silence serves you best. Five-seven-five fails— In English, the rhythm dies. Leave haikus to Japan.

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Gimmick in three lines, Forced brevity, shallow words— Haikus, I despise.

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Jul 29, 2024

Jul 29, 2024 at 3:54 AM UTC