Haiku poems:
The moon is magic,
I feel the need to reach it,
To the moon I’ll fly.
Till I fall asleep,
I’ll watch mother turn fade,
On your protective arm.
Is the forest king,
Run like a train on the road,
Roaring its loud voice.
Trees drop juicy fruit,
Shadows during summer,
Green adorable leaves.
The little girl’s dresses,
Red beautiful flowery silk,
Makes her more pretty.
I walk across the snow,
And find myself shivering,
I a cold, cold night.
I love Winnie the pooh,
Winnie the pooh loves to eat
honey,
Bees chase Winnie the pooh.
Storm is almost there,
Prepare your house to the rain,
For sure it will flood.
The first line is five,
The second line is seven,
And then, five again.
Popcorn is yummy,
It pops, pops in the kettle,
So I love popcorn.
Sing it for the youth,
Shout it for our freedom, and
Hooray for our God.
The beautiful girl,
Standing next to you, is my
Beautiful Mother.
We are growing old so fast,
And trees growing old,
But memories doesn’t fade.
Flying up so high,
I like a bird in the sky,
And freedom at last.
Don’t waste your time in
sleeping,
Wake up and enjoy,
There are many things to do.
Autumn moonlight,
A worm digs silently,
Into the chestnut.
Falling to the ground,
I watch the leaf settle down,
In a bed of brown.
Love precipitate,
We share a passionate kiss,
A moment of bliss.
You must floss each day,
If you don’t want tooth decay,
Candy doesn’t pay.
The crowds are coming,
Back to school again,
When the summer ends.
People united,
To secure their liberty,
Out of many hindrances.
Sand scatters the beach,
Waves crash on the sandy shore,
Blue water shimmers.
Spring is in the air,
Flowers are blooming sky high,
Children are playing.
The sunrise is nice,
The red flowers start to bloom,
The children awake.
An old withered face,
Lonely blue eyes filled with
tears,
When wind blows he’s gone.
Round lumps of cells grow,
Up to love porridge, later
Become the supreme.
Sick and feverish,
Glimpse of cherry blossoms
Still shivering
Temple bells die out,
The fragrant blossoms remain,
A perfect evening!
You rice-field maidens,
The only things not muddy,
Are the songs you sing.
A mountain village,
Under the pilled-up snow,
The sound of water.
Dessert steel mill,
Along the Ohio River,
Chromatic butter flies.
Behind the ego,
Set in glowing emptiness,
On the edges of the time.
I wake, reluctant,
Too cold to get out of bed,
But I need to pee.
I’d rather stay home,
Than throw up on the side walk,
Right after last call.
If you cheat on me,
Make sure she is just as old,
But not as pretty.
Super power rule,
But what power should have?
Hippopotamus.
The butterflies dance,
Brilliant colors of rainbows,
Ripping like water.
Islands and islands,
Scattered across the oceans,
How many exist?
A flower in bloom,
Music to the bumble bee,
Beauty to the eye.
Flowing through the pipes,
Rushing out of the faucet,
