(Other half of the haiku collection.)
Wicked
It is an old phrase
There’s no rest for the wicked
I must be evil
Soul of the Broken Body
Each step filled with pain
Your body only wants rest
The soul pushes on
You Really Can’t Take It With You
One day all will end
The future will be no more
Unused wealth shall rot
Make the Sun Get Up First
Why should I wake up?
Before the sun has risen.
Why does it sleep in?
Passing of the Acquaintances
How many people
Have you passed throughout your life
Making them your past
Bound to Happen One Day
Laugh at doomsayers
For the sun will always rise
Until the last day
You’re Not Helping
The ones who critique
Are the same ones in my way
Why should I listen?
Legacy
What will you leave here?
After you have passed away
Are you remembered?
Lung Shot
Sudden pain in chest
Gasping for air and wheezing
Unsure what happened
Internal Tremors
Rumble from below
Forcing one to wail and moan
Regretting last meal
Wind Lion
Invisible cat
Who roars and shakes my window
Angry at the world
Nearing New Year’s
Coming to year’s end
With all goals gone unfinished
Even though I tried
Constant Motion
Hustle and bustle
You have no time to slow down
Racing against time
Mirror Image
You see me coming
Closing distance between us
Why won’t you give way?
Haiku for Haikus
Poem with three lines
Simple form when time is short
And I yearn to write
Forced to Look Forward
Looking up or down
Or swiveling side to side
All ways give me pain
Another Elements Poem
The four elements
Written of since early times
You knew I had to
Falling Apart
Sour stomach day
Following a migraine night
Yet I cannot rest
Cut the Tether
Mind drifting away
With a mental string to hold
Should I cut my line?
Shivering Awake
Waking up with chills
Violent quakes to my bones
I hate this season
Last of the Buffalo
He wanders alone
Majestic king of the plains
Fading from the land
Foiled Again
Acts I wish to do.
I dream of every night
Bring on distractions.
That Can’t Be Good
I heard the loud crack
Before I felt the great pain
This cannot be good
I Have No Standards Here
Red wine or white wine
I have whatever’s at hand
When I wish to drink
Vertigo
Spinning and swirling
The world is slightly tilting
In the oddest way
You Cannot Crush the Defeated
Broken and beaten
I sit here without a hope
Yet you still attack
Nocturnal Cries of Pain
He whimpers all night
And I cannot ease his pain
I can only watch
Clock Watching
The final hour
Whether it be in work or school
Lasts for days and days
Interruptions
I think I have time
With others watching the child
I find him alone
Trapped in Mist
My eyes cannot see
Beyond the veil of white air
Moving like a ghost
Standard Bearer
Who made the standards?
The ideals that we hold high
Without questioning
Go to Hell, Hangover
Evil beat in skull
With a mouth full of cotton
Fuck you, Hangover
Need for Silence
My thoughts are secret
You have taught me not to speak
Because you lack care
Separate Beds
Lovers in two beds
Ancient quirk of the sitcom
It may have merit
No Traction
He takes off running
His baby feet hit the ice
Sliding to the drift
Silverback
Ruler of the band
Pounding on his mighty chest
To ward off danger
Anti-Social Gathering of Friends
They sit together
Yet they never say a word
As they type away
I Don’t Bend That Way
The imp takes my arm
He tries to drag me forward
Also to the left
Human Wasteland
Bodies limp and still
Strewn across this dead planet
Their use expired
Lonely Snowflake
A single snowflake
Silently falling by me
Where are your brothers?
Dying Young
It struggles to move
Growing older by the day
Obsolete at five
Harshest Brew
Raspy alcohol
Shredding up my throat and gut
But so worth the taste
Death of the Three Day Weekend
Day one gone to waste
Day two gone to family
Day three is defeat
Dementia
Memories held tight
As they twist and fade away
Leaving us confused
A book if ever there was one
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Thanks. 😊
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That’s quite a collection (also thinking of the first part of this). How often do you add to it?
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I haven’t added to it in years. My poetry writing fell by the wayside when my time was limited. Probably more due to lack of inspiration for anything other than downers.
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I like the Wind Lion one. You should put that in a story sometime.
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I need to remember that creature for later.
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I enjoyed all of these, Charles. A lot of thought material here.
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Thanks. Not sure if there’s a part 3.
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Need For Silence, Standard Bearer, and You Cannot Crush The Defeated really hit me hard.
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Not sure if I should say thanks or sorry.
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It was more so about them being relatable given things I’ve been through.
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Ah. Gotcha.
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I am known to be terrible at haiku writing (anything short for that matter), but I love these! Some of them also reminded me of, in the best way possible, writing one might see when clicking on Diablo video game shrines within the game, but even better because they are strangely fitting while being realistic ( and not overly biblical, or gory!)
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Thanks. Never thought of video game poems. Those do tend to be short.
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What a terrific Frost quote!
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Glad I stumbled onto it.
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😀
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