I'm not very talented, but in my free time, a few months ago, I sat down with haiku in my mind that wanted to be typed out. Alas, here they are.
When I made these, the only requirements that I used were 5-7-5 for syllable layout. The other was (and I used it as often as I could) was an implementation of some reference to nature or a season.
Also, when I wrote these, I wasn't quite in a stable frame of mind. Some will make perfect sense, some you'll be like "WTFLOLBBQTIME", and some may make you think of me as a genius poet (or so people on other forums have told me).
The view is so grand
from atop the cloud mountain
He will be coming
I walk to market
Gunshots echo down the streets
The leaves fall softly
The love that was lost
can always be found again
She lives in Venice
Always cold hard steel
was once a flaming liquid
Start the fire within
A day at the beach
has never solved life's problems
The sun burns my face
Time wasted cries softly
for it will never be had
Rain goes down the sewer
Despite appearance
ice is still water at heart
Time will melt all snows
Night is never dead
with the sky-held moon and stars
Darkness begs for light
Time is but a flake
on the fresco at the church
The artist hates it
The darkness of space
is only dark to those that
want the dark to stay
The tinted rosebuds
fall quietly to the ground
The frost does its job
The gentle giant
wishes only to be loved
Please: fear not his size
Without this paper
would my mind's creations flow
Into my eyes so?
The fish's movement
relaxed yet completely tense
Water flows swiftly
The shiver down my
spine reminds me that i am
a marked man for life
The haiku is to
poetry just as wingspan
is to bird study
One three five seven
The odd are not odd at all
We started with one
Biology tries
to make the beauty something
our heart objects to
History passes
in the instant you read this
How interesting
Bright colored coral
mystefies the dumb body
Beauty replaced pain
The girl that i love
loves me, but only for the
physical aspect
Is love made in the
mind body or soul? I must
ask a shipmaker
Procrastination
kills the strongest of nations
Your life is ending
Dogwood tres spend their
lives looking beautiful for
a moment in time
The killer's wide eyes
know no method of restraint
They will pierce your soul
