Tagged: poem

Seagull on the Ledge of the Ocean 2

Slam Poet

There are often many different styles of poets at a slam. I have broken it down into three categories.   1. The clever clever quippy poet. There are postmodern poets that draw attention to...

Green Hill 0

Haven

The breathing hills of the Irish green With waves of wind washing in between The skipping notes of a beck’ning flute And the running brook of a valley, serene Are all alive behind my...

Sad Girl 0

The Reckoning

I did what my mother and her mother done before me… sit down… shut up! Just listen; stay in your place… your worth is no more than your race. Tears fell from fear, deceived…...

My Vagabond Shoes 0

The Castle Field

I have walked here, We have discussed the most important of issues; Girls, parents, teachers. Woods flank me on three sides. Shady-quiet, they give shelter and peace. Sunlight plays on the balding grass, rummaging...

Examples Haibun Poetry, School Bunker 0

Classroom Order

Haibun Poem   He approaches me, his hands raised. I stand behind my desk getting papers. He corners me. “Put your hands down.” “What?” “You heard me.” My command, spoken so softly. My eyes,...

Kafka on the Shore 0

The Black of My Mind

In the black of my mind, I ride the waves and follow them to the island in my hands. An undercurrent, a melody of an unknown song, an invisible rope pulling me along. A...

On The Misty Pier 0

Wind of Change

The first real day Of my life was when I banged the front door When I made a decision The real decision for myself Until then all decisions for me Are made by other...

Inspiration Dive into Unknown 1

Inspired To Dream

I rest in a state of suspended consciousness. I am aware of all things, around me, beneath me and above. I relate to many and often make them dream. I tell them to never...

In the Park 0

Come

A Mystery sat upon a tree where violets in snow winterlilly personify And I a lonely label make Mere in punity, perfunctify Formally, there was quicksilver, mercurial in his chrome And where his house...

Path in the Mountains 0

Too Much Murakami

I’ve fallen down a well, Descending through stretching darkness The mysteries of the universe flashing past me Like road signs, Too fast to read. And I could fall forever, Feel the cool comfort of...

Ginger Gingko 0

Gingko

Its stench souses the atmosphere of a buried autumn — thick and sharp. “Bring mama a handful, not one at a time!” You chided while mashing fruit between your fingers — eject nut into...