This is a collection of short I have written. Some are haiku and others are senryu. I apologise for any mistakes I have made in regards to rules. I'd love to know what you think of them. Each one is a different poem by the way.
I do not despise
thunder, but the calm after
it has travelled by.
We embrace the Spring.
Lanterns flare and flicker while
outside Winter weeps.
A world once divine
now struggles for breath under
metalic cladding.
black mist chokes the air
as flame’s scar warps the forest.
Yet willow buds sprout.
A forgotten brook
touched by no plant nor wild beast,
still marked by man.
A tender mother
that seeks to feed her children,
hunts with savage hate.
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