cleaning the gutters
his breath
drifts North
Jennifer Joyner |
cloud of smoke exits my lips
with every word
winter is near
Amanda Guyse |
cold and windy
Chicago
water sprays us
Joy Morgret |
so cold
a feeling of youth
as I sled down the hill
Justin Lyon |
cloud of smoke exits my lips
with every word
winter is near |
so cold
a feeling of youth
as I sled down the hill |
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cloud of smoke exits my lips
with every word
winter is near
top
quarter champion |
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TOP half Chamption
a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
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bottom
quarter champion
a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
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freezing hands
the burning of hot water
snowman outside
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a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
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freezing hands
the burning of hot water
snowman outside
Lindsey Wright |
snowballs flying
one to the face
someone is going to get it now
Shelley Puckett |
a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
Brendan Skeffington |
surprise snowball fight
surprise indeed
I pull a muscle
Justin Lyon |
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TOP
half champion
a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
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CHAMPION
parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
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parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
BOTTOM
half champion |
parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
Lindsay Malone |
hiding place discovered
no one will know . . .
just one peek!
Sandy Dunn |
around the tree
they pass
bundles of joy
Helena Buckner |
small children
in the sand box
Thanksgiving
Dianne Bailey |
parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . . |
around the tree
they pass
bundles of joy |
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parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
top
quarter champion |
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BOTTOM
half champion
parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
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bottom
quarter champion
sitting on the floor
they study the game plan
for Black Friday
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home for the holidays
Christmas dinner
. . . one empty chair
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sitting on the floor
they study the game plan
for Black Friday
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the first Thanksgiving
without his wife
an empty glass
Dianne Bailey |
home for the holidays
Christmas dinner
. . . one empty chair
Sandy Dunn |
sitting on the floor
they study the game plan
for Black Friday
Sherie Baker |
family busy
sharing stories
the dog steals some turkey
Steven Cook |
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Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.
cleaning the gutters
his breath
drifts North
Jennifer Joyner |
cloud of smoke exits my lips
with every word
winter is near
Amanda Guyse |
cold and windy
Chicago
water sprays us
Joy Morgret |
so cold
a feeling of youth
as I sled down the hill
Justin Lyon |
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I liked this haiku a lot because it reminds me of my childhood going sledding every winter with my parents. It is a lot of fun to go sledding as an adult now because it brings me back to my childhood. It is nice to relax and have fun being a kid again. The author did a great job painting a picture in my mind of the entire scene. I feel the cold of the air and the rush and excitement of speeding down a hill. Steven
I love this haiku from the matching contest because it reminded me of so many childhood memories. I remember one day when I was about 8, my dad let my sister, brother and I skip school and he took us sledding and the Herald & Review snapped a photo of me flying down the hill in a huge black inner tube. I remember hoping my teachers or the school wouldn't ask me about it, but then again, I was 8 years old and how many times do you get to skip school for something fun like that?! I also remember always being so cold, runny nose & sniffling, hands frozen, etc. but I didn't care. I just loved the feeling of the wind as I sped down those hills. Chelsea |
freezing hands
the burning of hot water
snowman outside
Lindsey Wright |
snowballs flying
one to the face
someone is going to get it now
Shelley Puckett |
a well packed snowball
explodes on my head
children's laughter
Brendan Skeffington |
surprise snowball fight
surprise indeed
I pull a muscle
Justin Lyon |
This haiku takes me back to my childhood after it snowed my brother and I would go outside all bundled up to make a snowman and snow angels. The snow would manage to turn to water and our gloves would be sopping wet. When we returned inside our mom would always have hot chocolate ready for us to drink to warm us up. Our hands would be bright red and cold from the temperature and snow outside. When we would go to warm our hands up the water would feel like it was burning our skin off, when it wasn’t even that warm. Now my son follows in my footsteps and I get to see my childhood play out all over again. Lindsay |
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I chose this poem because I can actually see the picture of this happening. It reminds me of the snowball fights that I had as a child. It makes me think of the exact moment when someone gets hit in the face and the moment of silence that follows. That split second that you are waiting to see if the person is hurt or angry. Then the smile appears and the snowball war continues. I really enjoyed this haiku and think it is very well done! Kimberly
I like this one a lot since my own was on the same lines of this one. If you have ever been playing in the snowball fight you have either been the one to hit someone in the head or was the person that got hit in the head. At least this has happen both ways to me through the years. So it brought back a lot of wonderful times and memories through the years with my friends and my family and our days playing outside in the snow. Shelly |
I liked this haiku because it reminds me of the fact that, even though I’m getting older, I still love everything associated with winter and snow…maybe because it makes me feel young again. Snowball fights typically involve young people, so I can picture someone my age getting carried away in the excitement of it and forgetting that they are not a kid anymore. They are laughing and having a great time but end up hurting themselves in the process because they can’t resist taking part in a snowball fight again like they did when they were younger. Sandy
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parade of lights
children watching
for that special someone . . .
Lindsay Malone |
hiding place discovered
no one will know . . .
just one peek!
Sandy Dunn |
around the tree
they pass
bundles of joy
Helena Buckner |
small children
in the sand box
Thanksgiving
Dianne Bailey |
My favorite Haiku from the Millikin Matching Contest was the winner. Living in a small community for my entire life, I fondly remember the Christmas Parade, from several perspectives. As a young girl, I was that child watching for Santa, as he walked in the parade down a Christmas lit city street. As a mother, if I did not have to work, I would take my son to see the Christmas parade, where he too would excitedly anticipate Santa’s arrival. And, now I share the fun of watching Santa walk in a short parade on a street decorated in Christmas lights with my young granddaughters. Dianne
I think of my recent trip to the Decatur Christmas parade with my son just a few weeks ago. I thins of it being cold and winter night with tons of bright lights. Everyone was bundled up along the streets of downtown. This happened to be my sons second years attending the Christmas parade, he was very excited. My son was stand with other children while participants in the parade handed out candy. All the children waited patiently to get a glimpse of Santa Clause. Once Santa appeared my sons face lite up and he began to smile and wave. This haiku allowed me to recall a great memory. Amanda
I see Christmas lights all around. I see Christmas trees and carolers. I see children with smiles on their faces waiting to see the “big man. I love the way this poem puts all the elements of Christmas in three short lines without even sing the word Christmas. Amber
Christmas parade and all the children lined up and down the street. The children squealing with excitement; anticipating the jolly old man with a white beard, red suit, saying HO HO HO Merry Christmas. Sherie
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At the age of six I opened my mother's car door, climbed in the back, and did what I had been asked not to do. I looked in the bags. My mother must have known because all the presents from Santa were different than what I had seen, but I had seen what some of my presents were none the less. This haiku drops me squarely into my six year old body as I glance around to make sure no one was watching and steal a look in the bags that contained my Christmas gifts. Brendan |
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the first Thanksgiving
without his wife
an empty glass
Dianne Bailey |
home for the holidays
Christmas dinner
. . . one empty chair
Sandy Dunn |
sitting on the floor
they study the game plan
for Black Friday
Sherie Baker |
family busy
sharing stories
the dog steals some turkey
Steven Cook |
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In this Haiku, I imagine a family that the adult children are scattered around the country. The family does not get the opportunity to get together that often. This year was the exception, as they all were together when grandpa passes away. Now several months later Christmas is here and they are all gathered together. They all sit down for the feast and take a moment of silence; they reflect that this is the first year that their grandpa is not there. He was always sat at the foot of the table and now that seat remains empty, as the family wanted it. The kids felt leaving the chair empty helped everyone remember him at Christmas. Mindy |
This makes me think of me and my nieces. I always let them pick out whatever they want and my goal is to get it for them. This is done to my sister's disbelief but once in line everyone has a wish list. Carrie
I really enjoyed this Haiku because I find black Friday exciting. Not only is it fun to go out in the middle of the night and shop but it also is a special bonding time for family. My husband, father and I have gone out the last 3 years together. We get to the places early and sit in the car and talk for a while. On top of the fun of going out in the middle of the night and getting to spend time with family, we are also getting really good deals. We don’t do it for the big ticket items that people fight over, we just want the smaller things. Lindsey W. |
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