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A Japanese verse form most often composed, in English versions, of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. A haiku often features an image, or a pair of images, meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time.. Read More
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- Glossary TermsA Japanese verse form most often composed, in English versions, of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. A haiku often features an image, or a pair of images, meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time.
- PoemBy Teresa Mei Chucthis morning
weaving Chi in the garden
invisible ball in my hand - PoemBy Jack KerouacThe bottoms of my shoes
are clean
From walking in the rain - PoemBy Jennifer WongAmong heart-shaped leaves
the white fish gleams, red tail.
Soft lotuses sleep. - PoemBy John AshberyA blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing
I inch and only sometimes as far as the twisted pole gone in spare colors
Too late the last express passes through the dust of gardens - PoemBy Frank LimaI
The lights are out
The cats are hungry
The room is full of gangsters
II
The dishes are dirty
The icebox is empty
I dream of celery and a compass
III
The roof is upstairs
The window next door
A guitar in the shower
IV
The hours disappear in my room
Where is... - PoemBy Kobayashi IssaTranslated By Robert HassEven with insects—
some can sing,
some can’t. - PoemBy Kobayashi IssaTranslated By Robert HassUnder the evening moon
the snail
is stripped to the waist. - PoemBy Kobayashi IssaTranslated By Robert HassMosquito at my ear—
does he think
I’m deaf? - PoemBy Jack PrelutskyIf not for the cat,
And the scarcity of cheese,
I could be content. - PoemBy Chinaka Hodgewhen you die, i’m told
they only use given names
christopher wallace
no notorious
neither b.i.g. nor smalls
just voletta’s son
brooklyn resident
hustler for loose change, loosies
and a lil loose kim
let me tell you this
the west coast didn’t get you
illest flow or nah
had our loyalties
no... - PoemBy Matthew RohrerIn my dream
his voice began to fade
I had to call him
the next day
I feel about average
he said
I’m going out
to buy some juice
a huge frog
was in the driveway
a small boat drifting
the river flowed in silence - PoemBy Matthew RohrerA photograph
on the back of a hand mirror
resembles someone you knew
who sang themselves utterly away.
It cannot touch you
or the sound of the rapids.
Leave it, and walk farther
crawling up my leg
to find me all smiles
attached to nothing.
You and I can stay
in...