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Love Poems About Haibun or Haibun Love Poems
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, flower, garden,

Pretty Dragonfly Spreads Love

In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow.  This little dragonfly did her best to fit in, nurturing each aspect of the meadow as was her right.


		           pretty dragonfly
                 spreading love to the flowers
                          expecting nothing



by Frederic Parker |
Categories: love,

If, My Darling

If, my darling we dance again with memories
of smokey eyes from the scent of love that lingers
in thoughts of yesterday when dreams were found
in passionate moments unrestrained from the world
lost in wrapped limbs of illusion that watered
our flower's bloom in the meadow of our soul
where wings were found to carry us to shaded realms
of wondrous passions that coloured the rainbow
crossing the landscape of our hearts in glorious beauty


to meet a lover
yesterday was a stranger
we will meet again
7/28/18

contest For your poetry journal
sponsor...Dear Heart A.K.A. Broken Wings

by Rick Parise |
Categories: age, beauty, flower, nature, poetry, tree, water,

When, I am old





Here stood a tree, I remember it well...upon the top of look-out hill,
it swayed and danced of dreams untold and traced the sky of love behold,
a place where youthful days begone, though still alive a drifting song...

darkness drowns the day
though a patch of wild daisies  
still sway with reason

When, I am old and the hour of death is close at hand, I shall count the falling grains of sand and traipse in dance a book of dreams to lie along the winding stream. I shall confess each sin upon the sky and drown the guilt of days gone by.....

held in his aged hands
lie folded with silken lines
one thousand poems




by john sensele |
Categories: poems,

Love Slipped Away From Me

Love rang my heart where I rebuffed her advances, hoping to heighten the longing love felt despite my fickle indifference, complacency and obstination. Love walked away and stoutly locked her door hermetically. I rue my puerile procrastination...

Love slips into longing 
hearts quiet, unheard, unseen
until it vanishes.

by Eve Roper |
Categories: lost, love,

Memories


   I've grown old with grace, but a memory of walking side by side holding each other's hand nourishing closeness and intimacy sparks.
   His grandfather clock chimes its time, breaking the silence of my nourishing blissful memories, teasing my mournful mind.


memories echo
brings back you wrapped in my arms
never felt so lost

6/27/2020


A Memory Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

by Janis Thompson |
Categories: lost love,

A Thousand Sonnets

I write to vent.... my reason, the pain of an unrequited heart. I must be cautious that my lamenting doesn't askew the literary balance. The jilted black sister theme is tired but I could write it in a thousand sonnets. I loved you so much once I WISHED I was your cat now what is your name? 6/22/2020 RHYMES AND REASONS Poetry Sponsor: Line Gauthier

by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories: god, green, heaven, jesus, life, love, time,

On God's Time

In the late midnight hour, when death comes to call,
and we are at a loss as to how we could resist, we 
therefore must answer its summons, leaving this world 
and all our loves.  We then shift from earth's time, to 
God's time, which is infallibly accurate.

holy pallbearer
keeper of dreams my sweet Lord
final ecstasy

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: allegory, friendship, rainbow, sunshine,

Diamonds

Some people put on a show; they out and out lie.  You know real friends will tell you the truth, nicely.  Like rainbows in the sky, friends are a welcome sight; like rainbows, friends mix sunshine with the rain.

rhinestones glossy, sparkly pretending, daring, charming sequins, showoffs; friends, jewels supporting, cautioning, inviting solid, honest diamonds
written as a diabun (as a haibun is to haiku, so a diabun is to diamante) March 13, 2017 Contest: Frank Herrera's - An Expression of Love

by Shanity Rain |
Categories: kiss, magic, october, rain,

surreal nature haibu

the scent of rain and leaves
the trees colors vibrant
orange red yellow greens swirled in mist of gold
the pumpkins and corn the Earth has fed us harvested
to follow a unknown path with a chill in the air 
riding on a hayride by night bon fire light
sipping a spicy apple cider , a full October moons magical smile  
only with your first young love embraced and warmed 
as the air is touched with a cold cinnamon apples  breath 
stirs your senses and brings out the desire of a long held kiss



          "Autumns Breath "

by Thomas Martin |
Categories: brother, music,

Practicing Piano

My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave. Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first, like ‘Carry me Back to Old Virginia’ or a simplified version of Beethoven's ‘Ode to Joy.’ 

As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that although technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love.

sunlit window 
scales when he wanted
to be playing baseball


Published - Cattails - Winter - 2016

by Thomas Martin |
Categories: allegory, child, fantasy, love, science,

The E T

Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she
was bored with the military’s handling of her.  Day after day of
interrogations and discussions for weapons or space travel.

barbed wire
she yawned wondering if it was
to keep her in or them 


by david mohn |
Categories: metaphor, money,

The Color of Money

                         What of the love when green is gone?
                       When autumn’s chill brings rainbow hues. 
So delicate the weathered stems,that break with just the slightest breeze.          
         Beware the towering evergreens with mulch about their roots.
                              

                                    fragile autumn leaves
                                fall upon a waveless pond…  
                                       refugees in boats


by John lawless |
Categories: innocence,

An Innocent Lie

An Innocent Lie



Let he who is without stones cast the first sin.  Is innocence, like beauty, in the eye of the beholder?  Do we tarnish those we see with our own guilt, corrupt what we hear with our interpretations, defile the essence of the moment with the shadows of the past?  Is our love of the “innocent” a misplaced desire to recapture our morality, our decency, a striving for the gullibility of the guileless, a desire to be purged, cleansed, made innocent.




prisoners of fate
frozen in their innocence
virginity’s lie


John G. Lawless
8/17/2015

by Miriam Calleja |
Categories: adventure, animal, beautiful, emotions, french, light, pets,

A House in New Orleans

She always led me down that alleyway holding my left hand with both of hers, like a child, excitedly. It was awkward of course, and I did all I could not to trip in her feet. But she made small, quick steps, avoiding the overgrown weeds with learned skill. My heartbeat quickened as we reached the low gate, when suddenly sunshine would wash over us. It felt distinctly wild and Mediterranean, looking in where we shouldn’t, where old ‘mad’ Mr Winthorpe had set up his little animal grave. It was beautiful.

Weeds and stones and love
Planted with you all the above
Your memories live

by Thomas Martin |
Categories: silence,

Silence

It's the silence I have learned to love. Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate, the moment the tides shift from ebb to flow.

To the consternation of my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better . . .

light on the river
alone with birches and willows
and my breath song


Published - Cattails - Winter, 2016

by Thomas Martin |
Categories: baseball, brother, music,

Practicing Piano

My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave

Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes  at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."

As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that though technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love of music!

scales 
when he wanted to be out
playing baseball




by Eve Roper |
Categories: memory, mother,

Mementos Gathering Dust

                                      Mementos Gathering Dust    
     
Small pottery animals and a bowl, a glass etching of a unicorn in a leaded frame and silver chain, drawings of cartoons. Mementos of my sons sit on shelves or hang on my walls gathering dust.

Now my grandchildren’s drawings and love letters hang on the refrigerator or my walls.
 
Drawings, love letters, letters from my sons when they were at war and so many more little mementos in a box gathering dust, treasures that were given from the heart.

Reminiscence on
bits and pieces life keeping
mundane treasures- trove

  
2/27/2015
Contest Name:  GATHERING DUST
Sponsor: John lawless  

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: holiday, husband, love, war, wife,

returned Valentine

haibun

her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
from Afghanistan


In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him.  Then quickly Lou appears, announcing,  "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.  

by Rick Parise |
Categories: family, farm, grandfather, love, memory, nature,

A Songbird Climbs



In breaths of morning dawn the generations before would drift through my mind. A legacy of gold and silver in depths of the dawning rise and in a picture book of vivid yesteryears I would climb. From the feathered pillow to the creaking oak floor, across the hall to the kitchen where the steamy coffee I would pour. Drowning in my coffee gaze a sweet reflection of Grandpa's face, deep beneath the creamy clouds with one raised brow, hair silver brown.


through the aged window
upon the swaying wheat field
a songbird climbs


by Thomas Martin |
Categories: autumn, blessing, earth, introspection, memory,

Silence

It's the silence I have learned to love.  Sunrise on a nesting gull or a marsh wren's call to its mate,  the  moment  the tides shift from ebb to flow.

To the consternation to my doctor and relatives, as I grow older I hear and see so much better. . .


river light
with birches and willows
gratefully alone
with falling leaves
and my breath song 


Published Cattails January 2016

by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, earth, flower, poetry, power, rose,

Surreal Nature

I close my eyes,
and I fall into a dream,
of surrealism.

I awake in a garden
filled with lilacs and roses,
trees tall and full of life,
Nightingales soar high
flapping their wings
and singing their songs of love.

I awaken in a dream
of surrealism and love,
nature surrounds me,
green roots tangle my feet
I fall into quicksand and slowly sink.

I awake and look out my windowpane,
as the evening rain washes away nightmares
the rain tapes at my windowpane.

I slowly close my eyes,
and dream again of beauty and harmony,
of what nature has to offer me!



-9/18/2013-

by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: age, love, romance,

When love beckons


( Experimental Haibun) When love beckons, shall I follow? You may say, " Why? Don't you have plenty? " But, my dear, some corners are still empty. Flowers from the bush have twinkled their eyes, Others sprayed aromas and brought fire flies. Allurements are many and varied their beauties - Then, why shall I refrain from enjoying those cuties ... Drenched in love, amidst the orchids of rainforest - Your face is all over (C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)

by Brian Strand |
Categories: beauty,

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

re-post inspired by Julia's contest

BEAUTY a haibun verse envelope

togetherness lives
in the subtle scents of love-
as ego retreats

Beauty is something we see with individual eyes,only time can reveal imperfections of conceit.Deep within our soul resides attraction ,waiting,asleep yet longing to be aroused.Our need to be recognised,reciprocate and hold close.A certain something,intercourses between eyes,a novel read by a glance ,might last a lifetime.

across a room, looks
can indelibly imprint-
with love  at first sight

by Ben Goodwin |
Categories: body, crush, december, emotions, how i feel, love, lust,

Late nights spent with Jess

Her December skin 
Now sweetly rests on my lips
Still taking my breath

Pale moonlit hours spent together
We conversed solely about matters of perfection, 
about how it's only a state of one's perception 
I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had
That the way her upper lip quivered
as she dug deeper into her soul
for answers to the questions her
body ached for her to ask 
would be the very thing to do me in
Everyday now I beg for us to be snowed in
There are so many things I'd love to do with you
or to you...

First, make love to you
Second, make love to your soul
Third, give in to you

I'll lust no longer,
But surrender all I have
To always be yours

by Subhas Chandra Chakra |
Categories: beauty, love, romance, seasons, spring, sweet love,

Someone Knocks At The Door - 02

I hear from
a not so far distance
someone whispers
so erotic in
the ears of the buds
to open their eyes
with a smile
towards all around-
perhaps the chirps,
the sweet notes
of birds in the groves,
the colour on the
cheek of clouds
flying west-
are all, that makes
it all, so obvious
that the moment-
the moment of
first date
between the Earth
and the spring
has just arrived.


And perhaps
spring is going to plant
his first kiss
on her petal cheeks.