Tag Archives: haiku

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Sixty

Malkrum is coming.
mad, white, cold, this is real death.
mind empty and lost.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Seven

a wraith stirs, hungry.
swallows past and future with.
no remorse or pain.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty-Three

do the work. release.
pain is not for all to see.
outside poems and dreams.


365Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Fifty

one piece of mind at.
each juncture returning, I.
clutch, desperation.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Forty-Eight

know where I went wrong.
could not stand to need someone.
so soon, and joy fled.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Forty-Four

tree is not trimmed, heart.
is still broken. What. Is. This?
a shell, unspoken.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Forty

“it’s one of those days,”
he says, and I agree, for.
gray envelops us.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Three

spit in the face of.
what should be holy, I howl.
crying for the end.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Seven

garden dead, she hopes
a wrinkle of the past will
rise after winter.


365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty

leaves swirl, night covers.
cleansing rain gone to ground and
life prepares for death.


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