Quotes about haiku

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face

Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.

This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.""Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred.""A god named Fred?

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.“Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said. Apollo frowned. “Was it?” “No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

people don't get meit's more rule than exceptionGod bless exceptions

Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love.

Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

I see the beautyAll around me I see itThe polished faces

No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips.

You think it’s a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her

A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

Leave me alone,Do me a favor, abandon me,I want to think about,You me and the idea of forever.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT

Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?

silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku

Footsteps of success,   are trailed by fading footprints,     of failures past..

The world around us   conforms to expectations      we place upon it.

Life without challenge    is life denied any chance      for one to achieve.

In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.

You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.

We are successful   the moment we start toward     a laudable goal

We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

He utilizesform for a striking lecture;young poets shiverinexperience,but thaw over their own work,fertilize magic.

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.

Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

Unto you is bornin the city of Davida Savior for all.

You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?

Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

A box sits empty,wanting to hold and protect.Hollow tears it cries.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

Absence of problems   does not lead to happiness.     Dealing with them does.

It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean.

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

Soldiers falling fastBattle of white and scarletBlossoms on the ground

The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly.

These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contradictoriness, Humor, Freedom, Non-morality, Simplicity, Materiality, Love, and Courage.

I write for pages,get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.

Haiku does not express emotion from the inside out by displaying the mind of a character. Haiku builds the emotional thrust, makes the artistic statement from the outside in, from the physical world to the mind of the reader.

O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!

A smile, like the poet's muse,Inspires passion in the lover's heart

Some believe they can,   Some believe that they cannot.      Both are clearly right

For the greater good":the phrase that always precedesthe greatest evil.

My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham...

Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away

Zero cavities.Two abortions. One divorce.Thirty years on Earth.

Anyone can talk,   but to listen is a gift,     we should all exchange

Reading haiku is like viewing a photograph or a painting. A haiku is a moment of time, isolated, and held up for viewing.

NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser

I explained it loudand clear. What part of "meow"don't you understand?

Letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout.Wait--let me back in!...Letmeinletmeinletmeinletmein.Wait--let me back out!

Your tummy, soft aswarm dough. I knead and knead, thenbake it with a nap.

Dogs have hair. Cats, fur.Dogs whine, yip, howl, bark. Cats purrr.I say: No contest.

Fine. If you insist.I'll try Just.One.Nibble. But--I won't enjoy it.

Sorry about thesquishy in your shoe. Must'vebeen something I ate.

What do you mean "Ewww"?How is my tuna breath worsethan peanut butter?

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

Tidal waves surge forward,And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

Little old laidesspeed away in their wheel chairs,frightened meals on wheels.

I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me

Go put on your mask.Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume.It’s All Hallows Eve.

Snowflakes fall from high.Flurries lift and twirl below.The world has turned white.

My stomach rumbles.Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.Christmastime is here.

Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.

The Christmas spiritwhispers softly in my ear,"Go be of good cheer.

Mary and Josephhuddle snugly together.They cradle God's son.