Haiku

What else makes a poem a haiky is the seasonal word. That is what is called classic haiku, or haiku of the usual form.

Here is some haiku poetry that I thought you might like to read. Who cares who reads it? Many readers make the poetry more exciting, it does not matter who wrote it, right? In this way, haiku poetry becomes more than hocum, mere refrigerator magnet poetry, mixed together like Scrabble letters. Although, this is one fun way to write haiku poetry on a weekend evening. Go ahead, write down a bunch of one syllable words, and place them into a plastic bowl, separately. Then, take a bunch of two syllable words, write them down, and place them in a separate bowl. If you wish to, also take some three syllable words, and place these in their own plastic bowl. Now, you have something to do between television shows or poker games or poetry readings - it's writing poetry, it's also a game!

This poetry has been around the world, however, the oldest of these poems is only about 25 years old. There is some haiku out there that is centuries old.

Geckos

Autumn, lithe creatures
Smart little lizards cheering
Magical brightness

Birds

To fly through the snow
Life is cold, death is heartless
Waiting for the spring

Cats

Gazing at the sun
To prey in spring, food-searching
Outdoor cat hungers

Teatime

Summer birds and trees
Sunrise - our music - sunset
We are in the park

Coffee time

Coffee cup buildings
Pigeons, squirrels are drinking
Water from spring leaves

Metropolis

Frogs and geckos sing
A lonely outdoor chorus
Over winter coffee

Flowers

Window pots in fall
Growing steadily taller
Blooms of bright colors

Sand

Minuscule pale grains
Summertime creatures live here
Life ship for small forms

Water

Flowing like bird flights
Clear streams that dance for us all
Winter's cold, blue life

Ocean

So much deep water
Filling fall's spaces undersea
Teeming with life

Chameleon

Life springs among buds
Running and dancing like wind
Observant lizards

Bird

Flying little bird
Does not laugh in fall, just flies
Winter approaches

Fall

The colors of fall
Autumn sounds are bright also
Rich with cold fire hues

Winter

The snows of winter
Do not happen in tropics
Wind songs are colder

Spring

Buds and shoots to grow
The meadows become greener
Birds go fly Northward

Arctic Winter

Our summer frolic
Memories in snowy winter
When days are dark nights

Kimono

Leaves of a tree arch
Greenly outwards in the spring
Waiting for angels

Summer

Warmer, sometimes hot
Time drifts on summer swept grass
Vacation playtime

Duck

The duck is dancing
Playing in the tepid lake
Summer waters soothe

Korean kimono

Little workers plant
With paws in the summer heat
For flowers, bird songs

The Haiku Book

This small thick book - said
So much about love with words
Describing Autumn

Her father wrote them
In a fast Pacific wind
Looking to fall seas

Poets die - leaves fall
Memories of them linger
As family mourns