Voices of the dead
I can hear you loud and clear
Talking through machines
Voices of the dead
I can hear you loud and clear
Talking through machines
Lost inside a trance
Victim cradled in his arms
Sharp fangs pierce the flesh
Man on a mower
Cutting between the gravestones
Corpses start to wake
The moon shining bright
Yellow and full in the sky
A lone howl erupts
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This was the first Haiku I wrote for the challenge this week. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what to write for the word “pin.” It was getting frustrating. Below are the three lines I came up with.
I can’t pin it down
Can’t think of a good Haiku
Too tough this Monday
Then these two popped into my mind.
I think they sound decent enough.
Pinned under a car
Spider-Man swings into help
There to save the day
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Hair pinned up and neat
Ready for the junior prom
Waiting for her date
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Anyway, do you want to take the challenge this week?
Check it out here: Haiku Horizons
A quick one night stand
Dusting off the marriage rust
Lust and ecstasy
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Back to the routine
A normal day to day life
One night stand erased
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Two quick weeks later
Man finds a bloody bundle
Laying on his desk
Fearing for his life
The fool entertained the king
Hoping for laughter
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King sat silently
No smile upon his harsh face
The fool was sentenced
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Off to the dungeon
The fool protested loudly
Drug away screaming
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The fool smiled through pain
Lying in his harsh cold cell
Visitor approached
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Unlocking the cage
The queen helped the fool escape
Lovers embracing
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For more prompts like “fool” go here: Haiku Horizons
Moonlight casting rays,
buttery light fills the ground,
the night is alive,
with nocturnal sound.
What hides inside the shadows?
Creeps among the black,
using this golden light,
only for attack.
Is it a Werewolf?
Transformed by the moon,
or some other creature,
awoken to soon.
I hear dead people,
talking through machines.
I hear dead people,
talking crisp and clean.
Laying on the desk
File filled with hidden secrets
Things he had done wrong
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PI in his chair
Fedora and suit pressed tight
Watching her response
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Soft tears on her cheek
Silently vowing revenge
Cold gun in her purse
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For more prompts like “file” go here: Haiku Horizons
Frozen land, far from site.
Do you know there are ghosts down there?
From companies long abandoned,
and ships that have washed aground,
leaving restless souls from bodies never found.
Who knew that cold world was so active?
With spirit life.
Who knew the dead?
Walk.
Night after night.
Movement above me
Something in the attic dark
Stirring all about
She floats – transparent
Ghost descending down the stairs
She evaporates
Cast iron skillet
Egg cracked open and sizzling
Next to round sausage
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For more prompts like “egg” go here: Haiku Horizons
I am cold upon this floor,
in the spot I lie.
embers – out
blizzard – strong
I lift a gentle sigh,
breath white in front of me.
The snow – all around.
Entombed
Peace I finally see.
Yum, I say,
as this rat chews soft.
Yum, I say,
while sitting in my loft.
Damn, I say,
as the days drift long.
Damn, I say,
it’s all gone wrong.
Embers almost cold,
my will is weak,
food – gone
I start to seek.
Any type of food,
anything to turn,
away this hunger mood,
anything, please, I yearn.
Twinkling high above
Bright and shiny like jewels
Stars in the dark night
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For more prompts like “star” go here: Haiku Horizons
Watching the snow fall,
chilling my desire,
waiting on a sign of hope,
dying embers in the fire.
Trapped like a beast,
within the blizzard of snow,
food – scarce
my bones begin to show.