Haiku Quotes - Page 2

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

Aberjhani

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

J. Benson

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

his abusemakes her an anvilwithout spark

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

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

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

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

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

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

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

Kristen Henderson

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

Eric Micha'el Leventhal

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.

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

Richelle E. Goodrich

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

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

Tomas Tranströmer

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

Richelle E. Goodrich

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

Asa Akira

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

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

Jessica de la Davies

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

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

Tyler Knott Gregson

You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

Abraham Algahanem

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

Richelle E. Goodrich

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

Aberjhani

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

Buson

We are successful the moment we start toward a laudable goal

J. Benson

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Aberjhani

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

Kristen Henderson

Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her

Archana Chaurasia Kapoor

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

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

Eric Micha'el Leventhal

I see the beautyAll around me I see itThe polished faces

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

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

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

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

A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.

H.S. Crow

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

Richelle E. Goodrich

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

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

Richelle E. Goodrich

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

Aberjhani

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

Aberjhani

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

Kristen Henderson

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

Aberjhani

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

Aberjhani

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

Aberjhani

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

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.

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

But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.

Chiyo Ni

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

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

Santōka Taneda

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

Santōka Taneda

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.

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

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

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

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

Aberjhani

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

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