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...