but coming so far,
these travails pass into mist...
rather like kisses.
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but coming so far,
these travails pass into mist...
rather like kisses.
Rather like kisses
It seems the funeral hymn
Has lost its glory
Has lost its glory,
Like a crudely dethroned king,
Cold over the sun.
Cold over the sun
Embraces a freezing heart
Palms leave a warm glow
palms leave a warm glow
on the rush of oiled flesh
sun rises unseen
Sun rises unseen
With the shining stars in view
To a barren oak.
To a barren oak
Mothers present shiny tithes
And mine? We question..
And Mine? We Question..
The reflection captured in its luster.
Avalon's misty veils are lifted.
hi, Stingray! and welcome. :)
did you perhaps mean to write:
And Mine? We Question..
The reflection captured in
its luster. Ava-
lon's misty veils are
lifted...
we follow a 5-7-5 syllabic structure. love the reference to the Isle of Mist, btw!
i'll pick up from your poem. :)
lon's misty veils are
lifted; don quixote seeks,
however, in vain.
However, in vain
Evil always taunts virtue,
Like the thorns of vines.
Like the thorns of vine
Completing the thin red line
Generating sin
Generating sin,
The souls transmigrate in life,
Cycling in vice.
Cycling in vice
A white moral prostitute
Still eats oranges
cycling in vice,
strolling in debauchery,
hedonism glows.
hedonism glows,
hedonism grows; naught is
stunted but morals.
Stunted but morals
The idle mind continues
Its monotony.
Its monotony
That draws me from my slumber
To write poetry
To write poetry
Get paper and pen. Relax.
Breathe. Sigh. Move hand. Flow.
Breathe. Sigh. Move hand. Flow.
Let the love of the beyond
Take its peal, its life!
Take its peal, its life.
Unravel the mind like fruit,
Sweetest at its core.
Sweetest at its core.
Don’t we all want a bit more?
I do! So much more…
sweetest at its core
i do not eat anymore
where is my anchor?
(...) so what???
where is my anchor?
that strands me in my anger?
It is all inside
It is all inside -
The world, the mind, the senses,
Reflecting outward.
:p
Reflecting outward
the mind projects enthrallments
to recall the time
To recall the time
The place, faces and voices,
I make memories
i make memories
recall arriving here; den,
where have you gone to?
so how dose this work? and how do u make freinds?
Hello, ldarkangel, welcome to the forum. Haikus have a structure of three lines: the first line 5 syllables, the second line 7 syllables, and the third line 5 syllables. In this game, one person began with a haiku, the next person used his/her last line as a first line, and continued another haiku.Quote:
Originally Posted by ldarkangel
atiguhya padma wrote:
amuse continued with atiguhya padma's last line:Quote:
Originally Posted by atiguhya padma
And I will continue amuse's last line:Quote:
Originally Posted by amuse
Where have you gone to -
Those breathing skies and fine winds
That exert small drops?
That exert small drops
Easing emotional tax
Give a smile, void shines
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confused! so um how can i tell if my images work? can somone help?
if what you've written evokes something, your images work. your words can make a picture, or make us think, and even if your haiku has an odd ending, the next person can generally make do just fine with your last line. just jump in at some point and build off of the last posted haiku in the manner that mono showed up above.
good luck. :)
Give a smile, void shines
far be it for stones to turn
themselves into graves.
Themselves into graves
The idle minds push, unknown,
Like living in caves.
Like living in caves
the jellied dreams of empty capes
curl into themselves.
Curl into themselves,
Void spaces evolve while
Inhaling us in.
Inhaling us in
surely they can't stop their breaths
rabid for our love.
Rabid for our love,
The sea hushes to listen,
And petals spread wide.
And petals spread wide
And arms spread wider to lift
The courage and scents
The courage and scents
Of confusion mixed with fear:
Sex dreams of soldiers.