Haiku Quotes - Page 2

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

Absence of problems   does not lead to happiness.     Dealing with them does.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God's sign from afar.

Unto you is bornin the city of Davida Savior for all.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.

A finger beckons.My choice is to turn away.It is a mistake.

Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.

If you give me homeI will give you adventure.It's both we can have.

For the greater good":the phrase that always precedesthe greatest evil.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean.

I explained it loudand clear. What part of "meow"don't you understand?

In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

You burn like a candleinside my soul,showing me a waythrough this darkness.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

We wear many things,   but that with greatest import     is our expression.

I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly.

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling

Home at six AM.Is it still a walk of shame?I was shooting porn.

Tidal waves surge forward,And in their wake, tttStale water is replenished.(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)

This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me

I see the beautyAll around me I see itThe polished faces

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

If this were real life,Ed would have looked at her neck-bite, dead, burp, credits.

As a woman still,without the right kind of mouth,my tongue’s of no use.

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her

Sorry about thesquishy in your shoe. Must'vebeen something I ate.

Go put on your mask.Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume.It’s All Hallows Eve.

Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.

Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.

New light in the skyannounces a sacred birth.Shine brightly young star.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

his abusemakes her an anvilwithout spark

A gentleman willNever allow a ladyTo feel less than grand.

Zero cavities.Two abortions. One divorce.Thirty years on Earth.

Ceaseless.Almost too much for this small frame.You make me part of the sky.

NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Death stoops over me.I'm a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

Awakened at midnightby the sound of the water jarcracking from the ice

The blue of daylightfades and chills as the sun sinksbeneath clouds of fire.

You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

What do you mean "Ewww"?How is my tuna breath worsethan peanut butter?

My stomach rumbles.Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.Christmastime is here.

Blood is really warm,it's like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.

I write for pages,get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.