#haiku

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind. ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#poetry #wind

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #faith #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #haiku #haikus

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy. ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#creating #haiku #japanese #poetry #zen

If the dawn should break and take away this sunrise, I hope I break, too. ↗

— Ryan Mecum

#zombies

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed. ↗

— Aberjhani

#americans #faith #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #haiku #haikus

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically. “Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so cool.” He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said. Apollo frowned. “Was it?” “Yes. What about I am so bigheaded?” “No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself. Zoe Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a godess from Sparta-" “I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#artemis #haiku #humor #humor

Here's a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, "Obsession." Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #haiku #obsession #palindrome #poetry

If you were silent Flight of herons on dark sky... Oh! Autumn snowflakes! ↗

— Sokan

#herons #nature-s-beauty #beauty

forge forever on tho' dark death rewards us all forge forever on ↗

— Kurt Brindley

#poetry #death

The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly. ↗

— R.H. Blyth

#zen #life