poetry – Page 107 – haiku.blog

A new day a new haiku

Swim against the tide

Rolling slowly down the hill

Kick against the pricks

2nd May 2019
Take my precious time

Slowly crawl all over you

Until you fall down

1st May 2019
With my own two hands

Rising from nothing but dust

Ideas come to life

30th April 2019
Even at the edge

Of this chalky green cliff top

The bells ever toll

29th April 2019
Deep in the blue sea

Beneath a hazy green mist

The bells toll for me

28th April 2019
Slowly we retreat

To this crumbling sanctuary

Between the hail storms

27th April 2019
Bushes and branches

Consumed by flaming flowers

Burning bold and bright

26th April 2019
While holding my phone

I tripped over and fell down

And took this photo

25th April 2017
An inner circle

The everlasting balance

Between light and dark

24th April 2019
Newly balanced legs

Teeter, totter then tumble

Back into the sea

23rd April 2019
A hole in the sand

Sunk inside blackness of time

An empty circle

22nd April 2019
A gull, wild and free

Fearless of the crumbling cliffs

On clipped wings I turn

21st April 2019
A shiny brown egg

The musty smell of nutmeg

One thin wooden leg

20th April 2019
Against concrete walls

These lives of contradiction

Blossom then wither

19th April 2019
Sweet Magnolia

However did you become

The hue of banal?

18th April 2019
Slow down restless brain

Stop looking for yesterday

Forget tomorrow

17th April 2019
The first bluebells ring

Newly arrived swallows sing

Sounds that smell of spring

16th April 2019
Morning Celandine

The lesser of two evils

I will walk away

15th April 2019
Give me a blanket

A crackling campfire

A sky full of stars

14th April 2019
Scale twisted tree tops

Leap between bending branches

And never look down

13th April 2019
In isolation

Weave a web around yourself

A trap made of thoughts

12th April 2019
Just in this moment

Squeeze me now I’m tired out

Let the oil run dry

11th April 2019
Adventures await

Hopes, dreams and expectations

Just around the bend

10th April 2019
Clouds lined with silver

The grass is always greener

Apples don’t fall far

9th April 2019