Hey, did you know that April is National Poetry month? Well, now you know.... So I decided to try a little something... since Tuesday's are the Poetry Blog Slam, I think we should warmup a little bit before, and also give you a little extra time to prepare... the topic will be the same, I'll be writing a bunch of haiku, and I hope you do the same.... this week's topic is: COLORS....
i dream in color
but the saddest thing of all
my life's black and white.
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sure roses are red
but they are generic gifts
i prefer yellow
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Luvvie, no offense.
but if hair had an aura
yours would be dark gray
Give it a try, I'll be writing them all night and tomorrow....
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"I am a brown boy,"
My Elijah says to me,
"But Mom, you are peach."
Superstitious men
Still had limp bodies in trees
After knocking wood
From "[If] Life's Rotten, Write to the Core."
I"ll write more and return! I've actually been reading a lot of Sonia Sanchez lately and she's good for the haiku! Thanks for the additional inspiration!
wish i could be him
you would love me totally
but i'd disappear
These women are blank easels
I've been stifling my colors
Stop trying to white me out
freestyle haiku
adhere to five-seven-five
format is like jail
Mottled lips part
Exhale darkened excitement
Inhale in pink tongues.
"Kiss", by me.
Haikus are fun!
dedicated to E. Brock (no homo):
sips coffee in morn
Looks at Cooler Chick, word born
hilarity then ensues
Ye of the hair
The hue of Mop water
I call her Alise
Harold's BBQ
put some of that in your mouth
Luvvie in Chi-Town
poetry is crack.
the words just be calling me
i feel like Pookie
Purple Rain playing
Dig if you will, a picture
Shirts versus blouses
Dedicated to my ATHF kindred spirit...
Shake of vanilla
Like you better chocolate
Frylock undid you
orange moon lights my pad
shines brightly on my pages
yes, how good it is...
Teef the haiku beast
Your fangs rip pages and flows
I can feel you roar.
Listen to Rick Ross
I wish I had a Maybach
I have a MacBook
Flavor of The Week
Named violet but it's pink
Finger Paints are dumb
The Pretty Brown Girl
Goes to work in the morning
I can see the light
The velvet blue night
wraps me in its softest touch
missing you right now
Prolific wit' these
internets intersect, a
tangled web we weave
Disdain for this lame
area I reside in
make like Poseidon
celibacy blues
don't bother me anymore
i have batteries
Spiteful haikus, yes!
spit venom, mood like denim
Below The Heavens
Move only for love
Golden band on my finger
Leave it all behind
I'm sleepless, peep this
deep breaths and sighs, not enthused
I need breasts and thighs
It's a hot hot pink
but I'm going to scratch my head
so the lady says
dedicated to the PBG
nite, y'all
walking by the park
i see fathers do love sons
even if mine did not
grr it aint a haiku but damn sur close!
can't think of one now
maybe after a cuppa
a haiku will come
Whoopi Goldberg's Gums.
Forest Whitaker's neck back.
My Slimming Wardrobe.
I hate being sick.
Unemployment drags my day.
My bed's my best friend.
The Twitter Fail Whale
Is the bane of my life, always
keeping me from my fun!
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