{"sf1_id":1353931,"sf2_id":"mW33DqJm","title":"Complete Collection of Haiku","author":"Coffee the Cow","words":656,"posted_at":"2018-07-24T20:59:00.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Death","Poetry","haiku","writing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1353931-complete-collection-of-haiku","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/mW33DqJm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/87/75/8775550f-78a4-4358-a4e4-043f6f7258b8","description":"Bunch of Haiku I made.","content":"\"hallowed sun, praise thee.\" / strawberry moon glazes the sky, / \"oh frabjous day!\" he shout.\n\na crisp summer's breeze; / the curtains dance in the wind; / i sip lemonade.\n\ncotton candy clouds, / a tasteful art, in the sky; / painted by god's hand.\n\n* * *\n\nsand between my toes. / and water, the river flows. / rocks drift from the sea.\n\ni am dead, internally. / questionable sanity, yes. / it hurts, truly, ow\n\nfuck fuck fuck fuck yes / i won, i beat the damn game. / the game of life. wow.\n\nchildhood abuse, it hurts. / terrible father figure, / he's a growing pain.\n\na precise knife cut / he slit my throat, i blacked out. / i took my last breath.'\n\n* * *\n\npoetry divine, / i seek the valley of time, / pristine will i rhyme.\n\ndauntless emotion, / vocation to what i do best, / i live, i prosper\n\ni am the farmer, / i reap the land and sow the, / tides of change, i am.\n\nbounty infinite, the downfall of all poverty, and we shall make amends.\n\na cataclysmic sorrow, / died to a fire, he was young, / father mourns his death\n\na potential, unbound. / walking on the solid ground, / you support my fall\n\nyou, you are the air. / you fill my lungs, cleanse my soul. / spirits shy away.\n\nnegative power, / abused by \"righteous\" and \"mighty.\" / two souls whose sin amounts.\n\ni am the lava, / the natural predator, / yet i fear water.\n\ni am the water, / i quench your thirst and cleanse you, / yet not infinite\n\n* * *\n\ni press my hand to / the cold, fragile window pane / it cries out \"it's cold.\"\n\nlike a fish i graze / in the blue grass called water / i dine constantly\n\nHaiku amateur / Syllables suck, as do you / Syllable wizard\n\nhappiness is weird; / the \"i\", a syllable, yet, / i, am not happy\n\nraindrops on window / teardrops flood, fall, from my eyes / i'm mother nature.\n\nchopped onions, they sting. / i rub my eyes, now they burn. / ..i don't like onions.\n\nmy body is tense, / and my heart aches but at least / i have my pancakes.\n\nknowledge cannot age, / yet it can be superseded. / you are smart, for now.\n\nthe spring reassures me / \"fall is gone\" the leaves rustled / wise man named Season\n\nsmelling burnt toast, why? / could it be a stroke or not? / i'm stuck with questions.\n\nhaiku about time, / as you read this you can tell / your time is now mine.\n\n* * *\n\nA Compilation of Haiku that tells the story of a Hurricane survivor.\n\ni devour the sky, / craving the clouds and i soar / i am god, mortal.\n\ndrifting wearily / summer's breeze swiftly approach / though i wait, content.\n\nverses and verses, / and verses and verses and, / verses of music\n\npetals fall gently, / one, two, three, four more fall down. / gentle sway of life\n\ni envy you, sea. / a tender blue, yet choppy. / i envy you, true\n\ninfinitely true, / a key to willpower and mind, / though, i do not mind.\n\npowerful breeze now, / the trees are doing yoga. / be careful, children.\n\na hurricane wreaks, / havoc on the shore of my, / village, i'm distraught.\n\ni'm at your mercy. / a higher power than i. / please be gentle, god.\n\na final breath. gasp. / i fade into the blackened / abyss, it's quiet.\n\nmy body tenses, / though i cannot help but sigh. / air bubbles ascend\n\nthough i was fearful, / i'm now at peace, in the hands / of mother nature\n\nprosperity immense, / i will find my way through here, / for i will prevail.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}