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Eridan Ampora Sep 2014
I'll swallow my pride
to keep a ***** as a
friend for awhile
She knows who she is
Emelise Aourn Jun 2014
******* reach into
their own ***** we are not
afraid of our ****
by Staceyann Chin
betterdays Jul 2014
time for a hiaku
count the syllables
through to
a blank canvassed brain

no,
way too many
will have to
begin again

flotsom and jetsam

surfing the synapse brainwaves

awaiting wipe out


better
but still inane
just doodling
again
betterdays Apr 2014
happy little man

you just ooze
love 'n' grape jam

all over my heart

~~~~~
my little man Tod
betterdays Apr 2014
the remorseful text
apology by technology
with roses to follow
linked to siberia ... last night
S R Mats Mar 2015
We do not question
Beneath canopies, secrets
Deep forests expose
betterdays Apr 2014
crocodile tears fall

toddler learns deception

flim-flam at age three
betterdays Apr 2014
newspaper rustles
smell of coffee freshly brewed
morning kiss and toast
DieingEmbers Sep 2012
Soft cool evening breeze
wafts the sweet scent of Jasmine
from their bed to mine
ADS Mar 2017
keep swimming silly
enjoy the lonely silence
just keep being you
First Hiaku. Just trying to expand the types of poetry I write.
betterdays May 2014
insurmountable
undefatigable yet
sitting lost for words

my friend you are here
beaten broken and alone
your choice created this

your ******  pride made this
clusterfuck happen  again
you need to hop down

off your tall pristine
pedestal of hurt hubris
and apologise till

your stupid tongue bleeds
then apoligise once more
and hope she listens

then spend the lifetime
making sure she knows you love her
more than that stupid.......
overheard (the general jist...the bloke did'nt speak in hiakus) at the pub... never did catch
how he stuffed up.  but it must have been big
Lee Dec 2012
the ***** that I give
are in inverse proportion
to the ***** I drink
betterdays May 2014
tidemark sandcastles,
beleagared by waves
of white horses,
the war... lost.
Lee Dec 2012
Better loved and lost
Than never have loved at all
Such horrific lies
betterdays May 2014
tidemark sandcastles
beleagared
by waves
of white
horses,
the war is lost
Katlyn Orthman Oct 2012
Snowflakes on the ground
Angels in the snowy banks
Trees slouched over , bare
Violet Hooper Feb 2015
Wow what a beautiful
supernova you will say
as I explode into dust
LD Goodwin Feb 2013
Memorie's incense,
the burning of Autumn leaves.
I am home again.
Harrogate,TN   February 2013
Marian Nov 2012
How do you spell it?
I needed an extra r.
Thanks for helping me!

**~Marian~
betterdays Apr 2014
praying mantis posed

vivid green, a deadly nun

basking in noon's sun
Katlyn Orthman Oct 2012
Take me to your heart
Lead me from this place of doom
Take me to your soul

Breath your life in me
Lead your children to the war
Give your life to me

Caves in the dark pits
In the deepest parts of you
Can't take my sight away

It's you that I love
Please don't deny me the same
Don't let my hand go
Omnictionary
account has been suspended
what to do now...
LD Goodwin Jan 2016
Hiakus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
deyrah Nov 2019
Pretty-sunflowers
Only if mother-nature would kiss them,
They might actually scent!
AmeriMav May 2019
My longing for you
Like howls to lunar skylight
Express without touch
Hiaku form
ᗺᗷ Sep 2016
Callous built on hands
Once gave wick but now too thick
Choked the flame he lit
Mohd Arshad Jan 2022
On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2015
autumnal decay of leaves
on water
stinks more than dog ****.
Snowblind Dec 2021
A crow among the leaves
It's tail dances.
Winds billow from a heart
As far as I am aware, the site, as of now, does not support Kanji. While I could post these in katakana, it would feel far more disingenuous to the core elements of many haiku and tanka, and so I feel more comfortable posting them as self-translations. Which also explains why the syllable/on count is not in line, since it is a translation. Hopefully they will at least convey the feelings I am trying to express. Or the atmosphere. Whichever finds you.
Mohd Arshad Dec 2018
The moon is crescent
Not its beauty; God's gallery
Is astonishing....
lila Feb 2019
every line and curve
a new road to somewhere else
love them all the same
       -the only hiaku i’ll ever write
betterdays Oct 2014
was going to write,
about rain....
falling in torrents,
outside my door.

but i feel if i write,
another rain poem.
i may just drown...
in the wet wistfulness,
of it all.

then i thought to write,
about my family
and my home...
how we, while not perfect,
seem to muddle on through.

but on reflection,
that might be,
as boring to you
as it is to me...
it's been done,
to with an inch
of it's happy, humdrum
life.

i could write of past angst.
pour out my damaged soul,
like a child with a macbre
show and tell.
or i could write,
how i fought,
so very hard,
to recover my self

i could write about items,
of sentimental import,
on the **** mantle shelf.

perhaps,
i just string together,
some,
mismatched words
and call it experimental.

run some syllables,
five, seven, five, together.
claim it's a hiaku.

write a detailed description
of you,
as you sit reading
the paper,
hair unkempt,
more salt than pepper,
brow slightly furrowed,
glasses a'perch,
your battered nose

and the crisp rustling
of the paper,
the ink smudging, your fingertips and cheekbones

but all these...
words and phrases,
descriptive and thoughtful.

are really just,
redundant drivel
my mind sneezing,
syllabalitic snot....

is this repetitive...
guff and garbage.
the best i've got...
geez louise i hope not...

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