Haiku

[Jackie.Hikaru]

From the ashes lord
Sauron raises a garden.
Paradise, at last.

 

[Voboy]

Storm door won't shut up.
Wind-raked, the night darkens fast.
My trash cans tumble.

 

[Michael682]

Internet goes down
Late night maintenance maybe
Games interrupted

 

[Voboy]

While outside bang, hard,
Shutters on the house next door.
Sounds like loneliness.

 

[sallysparrow23]

Essence of rainfall
Lingers like a thick curtain
Tingling my senses

 

[Voboy]

Sunshine is boring.
Changeless warmth does not intrigue.
Mist? A mystery.

 

[AlinaX]

endless rain
hastens the night
pour the malt

 

[Voboy]

endless rain
hastens the night
pour the malt

Dreich nights, wind-tossed, grey,
And no reason to step out.
Peaty malts are best.

 

[AlinaX]

I adore that word
it's a perfect descriptor
of Scottish weather

 

[Bamagan]

The good days feature
a slow attrition of hope.
Bad days, it goes fast.

 

[Michael682]

Comic convention
In the emerald city
So many people

 

[sallysparrow23]

Good morning sunshine
It's easy to adore you
Giving so much light

 

[DeepInstinct]

After a day's rain
Birds chirping, white clouds hover
A Gardener's bliss

 

[DeepInstinct]

Standing or kneeling
Using toys and tools to play
Naturally dirty

 

[DeepInstinct]

Bugs, grubs, and insects
Earth teeming with life and death
Sweet companionship

 

[DeepInstinct]

The tip of my plow
Opening rich, fertile soil
Ready for my seeds

 

[Jackie.Hikaru]

Open like the sky.
Open like a dry cracked heart,
Thirsting for night cream.

 

[Voboy]

Double-entendre...
Cold shower after haikus:
That dirty feeling.

 

[AlinaX]

I measure my words
with soft-pressing lips, and oh!
of all vowels, oh!

 

[Voboy]

Liquid syllables
Slide off the tongue, bewitching.
Lips make the O face.

 

[DeepInstinct]

My living water
Coursing through your primed canal
Stimulating life

 

[Jackie.Hikaru]

The springtime of love:
A garden blushing with seeds,
A vigorous rain.

 

[Bamagan]

The sap is rising
Melons swell under warm skies
Give 'em a good thump

 

[AlinaX]

breathless I compose
arguments I cannot free
while my mouth is used

 

[AlinaX]

treading on toes I
take a quill to ticklish feet
and write poetry