Haiku Quotes

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

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

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.

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

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

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

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

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

In eternityWe live. Come from. Life is one Series of footprints.

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

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

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

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

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

I see the beautyAll around me I see itThe polished faces

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

Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her

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

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

We are successful   the moment we start toward     a laudable goal

Footsteps of success,    are trailed by fading footprints,      of failures past..

The world around us   conforms to expectations      we place upon it.

Life without challenge    is life denied any chance      for one to achieve.

In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.

silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku

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

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

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

Every bonsaidreams of being a tall tree - until the wind blows

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

A box sits empty, wanting to hold and protect.Hollow tears it cries.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.

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

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?

Such a little childTo send to be a priestling...Icy poverty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.