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Haiku Train



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66 Reviews


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Points: 400
Reviews: 66
Sun Nov 15, 2020 4:26 pm
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Starve says...



Eyes open, glowing
as sunlight dances at dawn;
a nightmare thwarted.
  





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Mon Nov 16, 2020 6:58 am
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Liminality says...



a nightmare thwarted,
white sheets spill onto stained tiles
turned gold by sunrise.



Spoiler! :
Love that haiku, @Starve!
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158 Reviews


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Mon Nov 23, 2020 8:24 pm
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Hkumar says...



turned gold by sunrise,
leaving the dust and ashes
that clouded her heart.
I only put my signature on big cheques.
  





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Mon Nov 23, 2020 9:58 pm
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alliyah says...



Leave her clouded heart,
one cannot reason with storms,
you can only wait.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return
  





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455 Reviews


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Tue Nov 24, 2020 1:36 am
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Hijinks says...



You can only wait
for the snowflake to perch on
your rose-button nose.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

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(previously whatchamacallit and Seirre)
  





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Tue Nov 24, 2020 7:09 am
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Buranko says...



Your rose-button nose,
Ivory skin, cherry mouth,
Bring summer closer.
  





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Tue Nov 24, 2020 7:24 am
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Starve says...



Bring summer closer,
I want to enjoy again—
daily cold showers.
  





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Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:18 am
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Liminality says...



Daily cold showers
on fields make puddles in grass,
reflecting grey skies.
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Thu Nov 26, 2020 12:52 pm
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Hkumar says...



reflecting grey skies
that hold back tears of nature,
mourning over its loss.
I only put my signature on big cheques.
  





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Sat Nov 28, 2020 10:22 am
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Liminality says...



Mourning over its loss,
the perfect raincloud goes pale,
crumbling in droplets.
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Sat Dec 12, 2020 6:44 pm
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Valkyria says...



Crumbling in droplets,
the raincloud smiles through tears,
remembering love.
There is always something left to love.
- One Hundred Years of Solitude
  





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Sun Dec 13, 2020 5:28 am
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Starve says...



Remembering love
is a futile exercise;
try and you'll find more.
  





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Mon Dec 14, 2020 2:48 am
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Liminality says...



Try and you'll find more
dust coating the desk surface -
yesterday, spotless.
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Thu Dec 17, 2020 2:19 pm
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Valkyria says...



Yesterday, spotless,
the constellations appeared,
today, forever.
There is always something left to love.
- One Hundred Years of Solitude
  





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Thu Dec 17, 2020 3:30 pm
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Hijinks says...



today, forever;
tomorrow is a fire
fly bobbing ahead.
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

they/them
(previously whatchamacallit and Seirre)
  








When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.
— Abraham Heschel