More Examples of Haiku Poetry

Looking at examples of Haiku Poetry can help you better understand what Haiku is. After all, it's by reading the words of others that inspire our own creativity. Take a look at this Haiku poem by the author:

january sunrise --
a bluejay takes
a snow bath

As an example, this is a pretty good poem. I say this not because of my ego but because Haiku, at their best, describe a moment in nature and leave it at that! It's simple, yet profound because it offers us a glimpse of something we may have missed. The famous painter Georgia O'keefe painted huge pictures of flowers because she wanted to show viewers the part of a flower that may have been bypassed. Indeed, beauty is to be found in the smallest and most obscure places imaginable!

Here's another example:

summer morning -- birdsong from the
sycamore

In this example of Haiku Poetry, we have the time of year and the time of day that something is happening. That something of course is birdsong from the sycamore. The Haiku poet's job is not to tell you about something that is happening, but to show you by writing in a present tense descriptive style. Now, the descriptions don't have to be sophisticated at all. They just need to show us something that is taking place in nature. Something as simple as birdsong from the sycamore works here because of the juxtaposition between the first line and lines 2 and 3.

We get a sense of macro and micro, of background and foreground and it creates a moment that can be cherished again and again. To create your own Haiku Poems, first read the Poetry of people you like. I can't stress how important this is. You really learn by absorbing what you love. Then, when you write, you'll have something to draw upon!

Edward Weiss is a poet, author, and publisher of Wisteria Press. He has been helping students learn how to write Haiku for many years and has just released his first book Seashore Haiku! Sign up for free daily Haiku and get beautiful Haiku Poems in your inbox each morning! Visit http://www.wisteriapress.com for Haiku books, lessons, articles, and more!

Author:: Edward A. Weiss
Keywords:: Haiku,Haiku examples,Haiku Poetry,Poems,Poetry
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Poems Times Six

Frida

Spitting out her beauty and disgust,

She jiggled ghosts and skeletons,

Emptied blood and I was there.

I cleaned up her mess,

I fed her dog and I made her bed.

I watered the garden by the Pyramid

And it blossomed.

In life or death, I must see her again.

She’s just like me;

God and the devil

Wrapped up in one tamale.

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Rome in a Day

Rome sits on its seven haunches

And the pines, with fountains in their branches,

Old road markers in the Appian sun,

Are stolid, green and well run.

A conservative morning begins with dawn

And makes its logical way as a pawn

Is moved one square at a time

To Noon. It seems all right, but I'm

Conscious of a skip in my heartbeat,

And the Day pops like corn in the heat

Of a sudden three o'clock. The wrench

Of time ticks in my ears. I hunch

My watch into a shadow to hide

It's face from the white glare. Inside,

The gold hands turn green and catch

On the number six. I light a match

To see if they will stick there

As the fountains, with pines in their sprays, share

Their fate, dwindle and dry in the light

And Rome gets marching into the Night.

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A Swallow Speeds On

Morning: Two eggs, coffee with cream.

A fly noisily zigs and zags.

Noon: Ham and cheese on bread.

A butterfly silently flits and flits.

Evening: Steak and French Fries.

A hummingbird looks on while hovering.

Night: Four cookies and milk.

A bat menacingly zooms.

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Ti depool

Invent the waves and vivid pools with me,

Cool, industrious, dibbling at our toes,

And let your knees snatch back at laps of sea.

Wade deeper toward the hole where seaweed grows,

Kick lively now, hitch up your sagging suit

And hold my hand. If you cannot see,

Loosen your grip, sit on my friendly foot,

Relax and let your hair float out to me.

I’ll pull you to a swirl for us alone

Where we can touch and float asleep or wake

And be content awhile with what we’ve sown.

To love where all we give is all we take,

As fishes waken from their restless sleep

To watch us drifting till we’re in too deep.

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Medical Exam

Two soldiers, one all white, one all red,

Guard the north wall of the cubed room.

Squat, each with a pedal

To open the lids hands-free.

Fourteen inches square, fifteen high,< /p>

Steel with polished mechanisms,

Spare, utilitarian,

Made in Switzerland.

Plastic liner bags skirt the tops,

Peek from the edges of the covers

Like play-filled children unready for sleep.

The sentinels neither bark nor rattle.

They stand so white and so red

Keeping all predators at bay.

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At The Center

"In Emergency Push To Open,"

The automatic doors read on the unwashed, dribbly glass.

The further, outer door carries the same remark.

Between the first and second lies a cross-hatched

Block-built carpet, mole-grey brown.

The door to the entrance-garden has the same dribbles

And moves just as automatically.

Inside the inside, thick nurses, men and women, pad by.

Television gurgles softly, patients and personnel murmur,

Little clicks and taps identify heels and wheels,

Medical machinery and dropped tongue depressors.

Outside the outside, greenstuffs, and

Traffic tooting and squealing.

Between the inside and the outside lies a

Cross-hatched, block-built, mole-grey brown

Carpet.

Jack Wilson is a poet and artist from Los Angeles and Phoenix. His Poems have been published in the New York Times, The New York Herald-Tribune and numerous magazines. He founded a Poetry magazine in Tempe, Arizona called All Too Soon, which was distributed at Changing hands Bookstore and elsewhere.

http://www.geocities.com/galimatio/jackwilson.html

Author:: Jack Wilson
Keywords:: Poem,Poetry,Modern,Frida,Medical,Rome,Center,Exam,Swallow,Literature,Day,Night,Sentinal,Pyramid
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Stone Beds A Poem and an Advance

Stone Beds
[Pompeiis surge

Advance: after the great eruption of Pompeiis nearby volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the heyday of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were mostly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to imagine what the people went through (none, not one person survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its people were baked alive or asleep, like pottery. In many cases, beds were turned into stones. I have been to Italy twice, and Pompeii, most be the most blazing archeological sites in the world.

For those not familiar with Pompeii, (the city, for there was also a General in the Roman Army, called Pompeii, whom gave his name to the city), for those folks, let me clarify: just the name stimulates deep slurs if not down right nightmarish emotions.

Pompeii is located by the Bay of Neapolis. The time of the eruption, was A.D. 79. Pompeii, was a reso rt city, as you might think of Los Vegas. It was the Roman Empires richest city, with luxurious villas, and all seemed to live a most enjoyable lifestyle. This city reminds me of the Titanic, and Sodom and Gomorra. Yes, Pompeii was a most corrupt and violent city, or town-let, as some would have it.

The Poem:

Stone Beds

Skin vaporized
Bones incinerated
Brains boiled

Then exploded!

Skulls stained from
Red cerebral matter,
Like a glass that shattered;

Teeth disintegrated.

Dim and faint was their fate.

Suffocation
Decomposed
Solidified:

The shapes of bodies;

Contorted positions
Buried alive:
Like eggs packed,

In clay pottery!...

Note: 5/8/05 #642

Author/Poet Dennis Siluk, http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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Amin's Barbarity Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s a Poem With Notes

Amins Barbarity
[Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s

Weep because I know all things: how
To eat the flesh of my dead;
To feed my foe, to the Nile crocodiles
(and watch their bodies flow over Owen Falls).
Corpses, corpse, vultures and wild animals:
Big Daddy they called me: I even plotted
A coup against my king:
Amongst many other things.

I became a madman they say
(hammering my people like iron bars,
car axles; pools of blood on all my walls)
Those countries would like to have crushed me.
The Whites and Asians hated me; and I,
Yes I dismembered my wife and killed her lover you see
Thereafter, I stitched her limbs back on, but opposite.
(And showed them to my many kids.)) Said: a bad mother she was.))
No, her breasts would never rest on his bed again.

I had many lovers, wives, and children
In Exile (Saudi Arabia) they came and bid me well.
I lived in the lap of luxury, until I died, And now Im here in Hell!

O beast of Uganda, I am; I am
No mans friendOh, God
Oh God, Must I endure
Your ardent Echoes
Again, again
And Again
?

Dedicated to Idi Amin, Ugandas Ex President (now dead for some three years) and I imagine, thinking about all this in his abyss-cell. 10/22/2006 #1531. Idi Amin is responsible for the civilian slaughter of some 500,000-lives, that the United Nations did nothing about. In his last days he lived under the protection of the Koran, in Saudi Arabia, Americas Great Friend, in the lap of luxury, having a Cadillac to drive around, and so forth and so on. I dont think he is practicing on his accordion where he is now though. He was illiterate, and could be charming, but utterly unscrupulous, and whatever goes with that.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: poem & notes
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I Hate The Wait (Weight)

I get up in the morning

And want to stay in bed

Oh, so nice and warm

Like fresh from the oven bread.

My day is oh so busy

I wish that I could stay

In the quiet of my house

If only I could play.

Relax and play like Children do

No matter where they are

Never worried about being late

Or looking ahead too far

My body wont sit quietly

I need to get there now

No time to chat, I now must go

All I can say is Chow

I hate to wait

For time to pass

Time to eat

To get some gas

Tick Tock of the clock

I look into the sky

The numbers move so slowly

I wish that they would fly

The weight wont move at all today

And the wait is way too long

I am doing the best I can

To help move time along.

I can not control the numbers

On the clock or on the scale

I need to remember that they are things

And that I will never fail.

Time will pass without my help,

The scale gets thrown away

I will learn to breathe these words,

I will to learn to say to say:

Say the words that matter

In soul, In Heart and Voice

I have enough, I do enough, I am enough

For each day is a choice.

http://www.reflectingrace.com

Author:: Mary Pat Nally
Keywords:: Eating Disorder Poetry
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