Nostalgia:
Waves of emotions
Comes flooding back to my mind
When I reminisce
Saturday Mornings:
Waking up early
Makes a bowl of cereal
Waste time with cartoons
Family...
my hair is natural:
my coffee-colored curls,
my crown, my pride and joy.
in history, our curls weren’t acceptable.
they were straightened,
damaged,
burned off, to be
“accepted”.
in...
On the 5-7-5 syllabic structure of the haiku
It can be hard to
Find the exact sequence of
Words that fit in it
On the things which make a haiku a haiku, properly-so-called
Haikus are supposed
To...
Haiku about 2020 that introduces the subject matter
It is the New Year
We are all so excited
For the end of school
Haiku about 2020 that may be relatable
I made some New Year’s
Resolutions that...
you may be
imperfect, impatient,
insatiable, insistent
entitled, persistent,
but, o my love,
let me ask you this:
what are you more of than mine?
mine to behold,
mine to be held
by...
Snowing outside:
White flakes are falling
The temperature is dropping
Winter is now here
Family dinner during the holidays:
A feast is spread out
Jokes and laughter fills the...
Stressed out about school:
Impossible tests
And failing grades causes me
To feel like nothing
Hanging out with friends:
Laughing about stuff
Being together makes me
Feel...
teach me kindness, teach me love;
try to touch it, keep me gloved.
you wonder why i won’t look your way;
you don’t deserve the light of day.
cut the rose before it blooms,
strike...
On choice of attire during the winter
Cold enough to start
Wearing sweaters whose status
As such is more clear
On activities to do during the winter
Watching TV for
Hours under the covers
JK that’s...
you filled a void i didn’t know i had.
i didn’t know i needed you so bad.
i don’t even know what i want right now;
to be friends? or into love, should i plow?
perhaps whichever direction...
When we returned from exile, I arrived to receive
Not restitution, no respects paid, nor recompense — O, but
A mass gesture of dismissal, something cynical-naive
Reform which rang, we're told, as...
born of righteous, proper love,
raised to emerge as a dove.
her truest self tucked down below,
he hates her and he doesn’t know.
the blade plunged deeper into skin,
she didn’t...
