A full day of rain
Heavy Tropical moisture
Washing out the sun
Tag: Poetry
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Haiku – Cool Autumn Morning
Lying on the ground
Yellow and brown once green leaves
Usher in the fall
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Haiku – Stormy Night and The Morning After
Dead leaves on the deck
Lying on the wet surface
Filled with rain water
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Haiku – 3 Looks at Carry
Amusement park closed
Daddy carries his daughter
Passed out in his arms
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A boat on the sea
Waves carry the brave sailor
Forward towards home
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Through the fire and flames
One by one he carried them
No man left behind
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For more prompts like “carry” go here: Haiku Horizons
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I kept hearing these songs when I wrote this.
I thought I would share.
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Haiku – After the Season
Fall leaves dance about
Across the wooden boardwalk
As the waves rumble
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Inspiration struck after reading this article.
Sure, few lucky ducks get to the beach all year round (we’re looking at you Florida), but for most of us, fall means it’s time to hang up our swimsuits for the season. Luckily, there are a few sandy shores across the country which offer an extra incentive to visit after Labor Day. At these seven spots, the beach gets better when the days get shorter — meaning you can continue your seaside excursions well into the autumn months. Source: 7 Beaches That Are Better In The Fall – Margaritaville Blog
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Haiku – 9/21/2015
Nature cries relief
Three days filled with clouds and rain
Free from scorching heat
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Haiku – 3 Looks at Frog
A slimy red tongue
Zipping through the warm swamp air
Frog snatches a fly
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Under a red sky
Frogs sing out to the morning
Hoping for showers
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In the nighttime sky
Full moon casting its soft light
On the frog filled pond
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For more prompts like “frog” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Haiku – Distant Rattle
Loud train horn blowing
Across the solid steel tracks
Wheels rolling forward
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There is just something about a train whistle. It reminds me of my childhood and staying the night at my grandparent’s house. She lived over in the coal area of the Appalachian Mountains and those coal trains used to rattle by a lot back then. Good memories. So, what do you think when you hear a train whistle?
A Poetry Journey 