quiet winter night
fingering the frayed ends of
grandmother's quilt

shattered picture frame
yet so perfect
her mother's face

Kentucky rain
sprinkling down
the sides of the cave

Raquel Burns (4)

old jacket
completely out of style
I wear it because it was his

Carrie Seymour

I like this haiku because it represents something that has a lot of memories to it and seems to be something handed down from father to son and will be treasured when the dad or whoever is no longer around anymore. Anthony

cupped in father's open hand
his father's
prized pocket watch

in the suspended hand
of the preacher
my grandmother's breath

Josh Wild (4)

Thanksgiving grocery shopping
the car
with a wobbly wheel

Rick Bearce (3)

cold, cold night
all my blankets
wrapped around you

cold November night
rocking back and forth
the car with fogged windows

waiting by the phone
for your call
day turns to night

Mark Beanblossom

I like this haiku because I believe that everyone is able to relate to different situations similar to this. Some time or another, someone has let us down by not showing up to take us to the park or coming to our performances. even though some people have let us down, holding it against them won't solve anything and we have to enjoy the times when people haven't let us down. Anthony

so many winters
through the eyes
of my skull cap

picking his brain
as I stare into his eyes
... what did he ask me?

Carrie Seymour

imagining it without the crack
almost impossible
...the ringing

our first Christmas
        i hate
        all the gifts

Joanne Weise (2)

all these years
holding a metal torch
...she's still beautiful

Old quilt
my boyfriend
floats it over me.

Deirdre Fields (4)

This haiku gives me a beautiful image of a floating blanket. I love the romantic motivation behind the boyfriend floating an old quilt over his girlfriend. It shows sentimentality and loving care. I can just see the multi-colored patchwork squares of the quilt rippling back and forth... Raquel

aroused--
you brush your teeth
before coming to bed

so many memories
of hard times
in the smiley face shirt

tattered paperback
still the
bookshelf favorite

Raquel Burns (5)

my favorite t-shirt
two sizes
too small

Mark Beanblossom (4)

I really like this haiku. I t remind me of my favorite pair of jeans that I have had for like four three. And although they have holes in them I just can seem to let them go. I think that everyone can relate to this haiku because at some point or another everyone has an item that they love and cannot get rid even though it is too little. Alicia K.

traveling a lot of miles
it seems endless
...the wall

strike one, strike two
good luck once again
his old man’s baseball glove

on the ground
yesterday's pizza box
I wonder if it's empty

Rick Bearce (2)

after work
remembering i was hungry
three hours ago

Joanne Weise (6)

I can totally relate to this haiku, especially during final exams week.   Oftentimes when I am hyper-focused and driven in rehearsal, in performance, with an assignment, et cetera, I forget about my hunger. My grumbling stomach has to remind me to re-fuel it! I very much enjoyed the haiku's comical use of enjambment as the lines go: "remembering i was hungry / three hours ago" Raquel

broken e string
now the neck
fits in my hand

jumps and twirls
the couple glides together
across the ice

Alicia Kelly (2)

rusted car
a Christmas tree
hanging out of the trunk

night before graduation
        more unsure
        about everything

family talk time
mother tracing circles
on the old oak table

Raquel Burns (4)

dark ring
around the coffee pot
always six cups

first one up--
stealing your sweater
while I make breakfast

Joanne Weise (2)

the guy on the penny
towers over me
sitting in his chair

Anthony Holeyfield

week before Christmas—
trying not to make eye contact
with the Salvation Army bell ringer

Rick Bearce (5)

This haiku reminds me of a few weeks ago went I went to Wal-Mart and the Salvation Army man was out there ringing his bell as everyone walked by and avoided him. So many people avoid them and yet, they are still so jolly. Alicia K.

argument
silently grows

last week
they crashed one by one
snowflakes in my hand

tarnished old mirror
you look
like a ghost

up and down
in and out
Grandma knits a scarf

just me
and the 8-ball
planning my future

Joanne Weise (3)

girls' night in--
squishing cotton balls
between our toes

Joanne Weise (3)

cross-legged on the mountaintop
the rhythm of my breath
wind

crowded elevator
the doors open
to an empty floor

Joanne Weise (3)

poor little haiku
you are better to me
than your silent brothers

8 ball corner pocket
time for the cue
without the tip

hot wheels
and armpit farts
            no girls allowed

Joanne Weise (2)

my grandma
beating me
at video games

Mark Beanblossom (5)

porch settin'
   26 summers together
no need for words

old classmate
reintroducing myself
at dad's funeral