Me neither... o.o
Modern Nincompoop,
uncapable of thinking,
A past-time genius
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Me neither... o.o
Modern Nincompoop,
uncapable of thinking,
A past-time genius
A past-time genius
Spouting other's opinions
Stealing borrowed minds
I take it I'm the only star trek watcher around here.
Stealing borrowed minds
Unearthing used mysteries
Clueless detective
No, I love Star Trek I just never got into the nitty-gritty like the sci-fi enthusiats.
Clueless detective,
raincoat with the collar up
don't trip on the curb
:D
Don't trip on the curb
Step high over Brandi's P**P
Skip around puddles
This is the first time I have done this, so forgive my sad attempt at haiku:
Forgive me, I'm new
Like the new skin on the snake
Exposed to the sun
We forgive you. This is very good, actually. One thing, though. The game we play is that each poem starts by repeating the last line of the poem above. I'll take it from yours.Quote:
Originally Posted by Vedrana
Exposed to the sun
My pale skin scorched dull red
Summer beach, bright sand.
Just noticed this. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
Welcome Vedrana, and I'm terribly sorry that you had to follow my last Haiku as your first one. ;)
Summer Beach, bright sand
His black curls burn copper
Shining Greek boy
Virgil, I couldn't resist, memories of cleaning up after my dog in NY surfaced. :)
The shining Greek boy
Threw his dreams to heaven, but
His hopes turned to ash.
His hopes turned to ash
Sorrow spilled quietly from
His small quaking frame
Great use of the verb, "spilled." Very good one.
His small quaking frame
convulsed slowly on the ground.
The gang ignored his plea.
Thanks, Virgil.
The gang ignored his plea
Life is taken so lightly
In desperate worlds.
In desperate worlds
We'll shad a tear for you
Weeping our souls
Weeping our souls
Hearts rationalize life loss
Faithful exhort Faith
Faithful exhort Faith
Persuade me so i'll believe
Can you hear me God?
Can you hear me God?
Seems You don't have any ears
Good I hear my Self.
Good I hear my Self
My voices shall trembe the night
So you'll hear my scream
So you'll hear my scream
My expletive deleted
My retort frozen
My retort frozen
My voice remains unspoken
Faced with this danger
Faced with this danger
She retreats inside herself
Dreams in slowmotion
Dreams in slowmotion
Time hazes by like a stream
carrying our hopes
Carrying our hopes
We walk proudly to finals
And spit out our smarts
And spit out our smarts
Leaving us empty and void
Just like when we die
Just like when we die
And move away from this life-
Death, my peaceful friend
Ooops, wrote a poem and then realised it wasn't the last line of the most recent one.
Death, my peaceful friend
Accompanies me always
As I trek through life
As I trek through life
I have seen hopes turn to ash
While dirt turns to dreams
While dirt turns into dreams
rain drowns the morbid nightmares
the psyche does wake
The psyche does wake
And stimulate and uplift.
Holy morning, breathe fresh air.
Umm... wait... there's no way that last line is 5 syllables and the first line's only 4 o.o dun dun dun
Holy morning, breathe fresh air
Sunlight drenches, enriches
Catch a falling leaf
Oops. You're right about the last line. Don't know where my mind was. First line though is five syllables: The psy che does wakeQuote:
Originally Posted by DigitalCrash
Catch a falling leaf
Late autumn winds dries the sap
Climb a barren tree
Climb a barren tree
Slippery with frosted boughs
An empty bird's nest
An empty birds nest
Spring gives way to bright summer
And the birds fly free
And the brids fly free
As the winter approaches
They fly on southward
They fly on southward
Driven by innate forces
Unresistingly
Unresistingly
Drawn likes cops to donut shops
A.P.B. on crullers
Yeah, I know the last line is six syllables. Indulge me, won't you?
We'll indulge. It's nice to see more people playing Haiku.
I'll have to skip this turn because I don't understand that last line above.