Haiku Quotes

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

Because," said a boy."Because why?" asked a young girl."Because I love you.

Glittering tinsel,lights, glass balls, and candy canesdangle from pine trees.

If the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love.

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Reading haiku is like viewing a photograph or a painting. A haiku is a moment of time, isolated, and held up for viewing.

Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?

A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.

Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

Wise men come to seea child of greater wisdomand honor divine.

Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.

Anyone can talk,   but to listen is a gift,     we should all exchange

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away

Snowflakes fall from high.Flurries lift and twirl below.The world has turned white.

Secure in his flightRider on the constant windsHawk flies through his daysLooks then to the eastPrompted by fate’s gentle breezeChanges his intentFate’s gentle breezesMove the mighty heart to changeDestiny remade

Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.""Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred.""A god named Fred?

No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips.

Mary and Josephhuddle snugly together.They cradle God's son.

Some believe they can,   Some believe that they cannot.      Both are clearly right

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contradictoriness, Humor, Freedom, Non-morality, Simplicity, Materiality, Love, and Courage.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

Haiku does not express emotion from the inside out by displaying the mind of a character. Haiku builds the emotional thrust, makes the artistic statement from the outside in, from the physical world to the mind of the reader.

The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

Leave me alone,Do me a favor, abandon me,I want to think about,You me and the idea of forever.

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham...

Dogs have hair. Cats, fur.Dogs whine, yip, howl, bark. Cats purrr.I say: No contest.

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.“Green grass breaks through snow.tArtemis pleads for my help.tHe grinned at us, waiting for applause.t"That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said.tApollo frowned. “Was it?”t“No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

We are successful   the moment we start toward     a laudable goal

people don't get meit's more rule than exceptionGod bless exceptions

What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.

Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words, and to journey into the depths of many multi-colored worlds.

Shepherds lift their heads,not to gaze at a new lightbut to hear angels.

Little old laidesspeed away in their wheel chairs,frightened meals on wheels.

Fine. If you insist.I'll try Just.One.Nibble. But--I won't enjoy it.

Stretched by an idea,   we can aspire to new heights,     new ways of thinking.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

You may exist inthis world--but I exist tooand I will not yield

Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.

Your tummy, soft aswarm dough. I knead and knead, thenbake it with a nap.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

A smile, like the poet's muse,Inspires passion in the lover's heart

He utilizesform for a striking lecture;young poets shiverinexperience,but thaw over their own work,fertilize magic.

Change happens for youthe moment you want somethingmore than you fear it.

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

Sheep and goats and cowsgather 'round a manger bedto awe at a babe.