#who poem haiku

[nicholasandriani]

How to Write Poetry for Beginners: A Masterclass on Craft, How to Read Poetry, and How to live Poetically

Welcome, aspiring poets! If you have a passion for words and a desire to express yourself through verse, then this e-learning unit on writing poetry is perfect for you. Who would benefit from this course? Beginner poets who want to learn the fundamentals of poetry, including form, meter, and rhyme. Experienced poets who want to hone their craft and experiment with new techniques and…

[salovie]

answers like pebbles,

countless worn by the stream—

pick up a wisdom

when you’re native to silence

your soul listens best

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

We are not our masks

Nor the monsters underneath

We are what's between

[foreveryoursvincent]

i just want to be an artist

to consume and be consumed

besieged in art, creation, expression

as i slowly slip into insanity

at least said insanity would serve a purpose, hell at least I’d have something worthwhile to show for it.

so segregated from normalcy, comfort, people, everything

i feel as if God and I are the only 2 to ever understand me

he made me this way for a reason, that reason he hasnt quite made clear yet, but a reason nonetheless

God, if I may pester you with this burning question..

why did you make me so fucking weird?

why do i feel stranded in a void in which only i exist, where being alone is the only time i feel like I’ve found comfort

perhaps i cant feel alienated if I’m on my own little planet

Planet Vincent, population: 1 peculiar little alien

really i find the only time i am truly okay is within the mise-en-scène of fellow looneys expressing their mania, delusions, beauty… whatever outlet they so choose to express it in, whatever emotion, or perhaps illness they so choose to express, i feel as if they are my people yet i don’t belong

i’ll never belong

wanting nothing more yet at the same time nothing less than to conform

I’ll never belong

ever yours

yours forever

J

[aphemorpha]

WOW martin's poetry fucking sucks i love him so much.

[fatuous-frog]

The Moon and The Tide

Just like the tides, dear My heart danced toward your pull You, love, are the moon

[waltzing-with-butterflies]

teeny tiny haiku collection:

ne söylenmeli

ilk kovana koşmaktan

yorgun çocuğa

(what should be said to/ the child, ever so tired from/ running towards first hive)

_______________________

serin yağmurun

sesine muhtaç kalmış

kiraz ağacı

(how deeply the cherry tree/ yearns and longs for the sound/ of the cool spring rain)

_______________________

tuza yansımış

erimiş altın damla,

güneş yanığı

(molten golden drop/ takes the form of a sunburn/ reflected on salt)

-stella

[elmp]

The Guy Who Only Shoots People

White people must be

Stopped. Their racism. Their reign

Of terror. Their hate.

[stealthily--nobody]

A haiku dedicated to fanfic writing...

I love writing but

I have no motivation

I want to play games (╥‸╥)

[wenchpop]

[timeflieslikeabanana]

My heart yearns for it

The thing that will set me free

Yep! Access to polls.

[robynshaikucorner]

The hidden voices.

I think they were there. Speaking

Of my great secret.

[abed-with-a-knife]

witch turned me into a cat

i was not pete

i had to turn back

[dreaming-of-dodos]

uncertain, unknown,

worse than the worst that is known

isnt it?? isn't it though???

[salovie]

I’ve barely slept yet here I am;

I take another step and then

I’m dodging bombs and just, like, damn—

I’ve barely slept, yet here I am!

Tending fires like it’s my jam,

I take a punch or two or ten,

I’ve barely slept yet here I am;

I take another step, and then…

[randomrichards]

PINBALL: THE MAN WHO SAVED PINBALL

Struggling writer

Exonerated Pinball

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