the autumn birdsong,
is lonely in the evening.
forgotten summer.
Vivin Suresh Paliath
- Member since: Aug 2009
- Haiku written: 33
He walks on a floor,
of dead, broken dreams. Despair!
Enemy of hope.
sweet, fragrant jasmine
white petals in the moonlight
softly luminous
I make the first move,
using my words as weapons.
Haiku war begins!
She gets an award.
But she cannot speak because,
Kanye is an ass.
making a haiku,
on a refrigerator
is very hard work.
whisper it honey,
your sultry animal growl
is a symphony
Why not write one more?
Make it a magic number.
The number seven.
Although they sound it.
Interpol is not British.
They're American.
the beatles, the cure,
interpol, and depeche mode,
I like british bands