cold breeze
lover's finger
traces my skin
Alex Collins |
soft lips brush the moon
birthmark
Toni Macon |
bestfriends turned lovers
her hazel eyes
sun kissed
Taron Jones |
vanilla
sweet scent of her
fills my pillow
Conner Cloney |
cold breeze
lover's finger
traces my skin |
bestfriends turned lovers
her hazel eyes
sun kissed |
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bestfriends turned lovers
her hazel eyes
sun kissed
top
quarter champion |
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TOP half Chamption
spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
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bottom
quarter champion
spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
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dashing date
i receive the bill
declined . . . awkward
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spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
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my friends giddy
we obsess in the mirror
first date ready
Margaret Comerford |
dashing date
i receive the bill
declined . . . awkward
Christian Zenon |
spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
Toni Macon |
heart shaped boxes
candles burning
cinnamon scent
Conner Cloney |
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TOP
half champion
spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
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CHAMPION
anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
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anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
BOTTOM
half champion |
what only Cinderella had
i now stare
at my very own
Margaret Comerford |
autumn leaves
engagement ring
she proposes
Taron Jones |
does he love me
or does his heart belong
to Fortnite
Margaret Comerford |
half-baked secrets
love gone awry
gloomy summer evening
Alex Collins |
autumn leaves
engagement ring
she proposes |
half-baked secrets
love gone awry
gloomy summer evening |
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autumn leaves
engagement ring
she proposes
top
quarter champion |
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BOTTOM
half champion
anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
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bottom
quarter champion
anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
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looking at you
not
looking at me
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anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
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crowded subway
eyes consumed by the other
fingers intertwined
Christian Zenon |
looking at you
not
looking at me
Kailey Lyons |
anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
Toni Macon |
his love
faint
in the smoke
Tyvon Johnson |
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weighted kiss
but pulling away
left . . . alone
Christian Zenon |
longing for her touch
i weep . . . knowing it is
forever a memory
Christian Zenon |
i win
you lose
now cover up your bruise
Kailey Lyons |
i share my bed
with the monster
supposed to be under it
Kailey Lyons |
longing for her touch
i weep . . . knowing it is
forever a memory |
i share my bed
with the monster
supposed to be under it |
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i share my bed
with the monster
supposed to be under it
top champion |
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Back Page & Grand Chamption:
i share my bed
with the monster
supposed to be under it
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bottom
champion
burns
on her arms—
he’s out of cigarettes
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burns
on her arms—
he’s out of cigarettes
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OPEN THE DOOR
she screams—
tires burning rubber
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domestic violence
blood
cuffed wrist
Tyvon Johnson |
burns
on her arms—
he’s out of cigarettes
Toni Macon |
OPEN THE DOOR
she screams—
tires burning rubber
Tyvon Johnson |
lovers quarrel
the scent of another
unfulfilling
Christian Zenon |
cold breeze
lover's finger
traces my skin
Alex Collins |
soft lips brush the moon
birthmark
Toni Macon |
bestfriends turned lovers
her hazel eyes
sun kissed
Taron Jones |
vanilla
sweet scent of her
fills my pillow
Conner Cloney |
my friends giddy
we obsess in the mirror
first date ready
Margaret Comerford |
dashing date
i receive the bill
declined . . . awkward
Christian Zenon |
spring rain—
they share
a broken umbrella
Toni Macon |
heart shaped boxes
candles burning
cinnamon scent
Conner Cloney |
what only Cinderella had
i now stare
at my very own
Margaret Comerford |
autumn leaves
engagement ring
she proposes
Taron Jones |
does he love me
or does his heart belong
to Fortnite
Margaret Comerford
This one is funny because many women do not like video games in general. This particular one has taken men by storm. Now instead of spending time with her and making memories they chose a game. They question their love for them because they are choosing a game over quality time with one another. Christian Zenon, January 2019 |
half-baked secrets
love gone awry
gloomy summer evening
Alex Collins |
crowded subway
eyes consumed by the other
fingers intertwined
Christian Zenon |
looking at you
not
looking at me
Kailey Lyons |
anniversary today
her hallmark card reads
happy birthday
Toni Macon |
his love
faint
in the smoke
Tyvon Johnson |
These two were an interesting pair because they actually could be the same story. Two people intertwined, as I look at them, but not looking back they seem too far into each other. I think crowded subway should have won this battle because the image is more clear to me and it could have more than one interpretation. The visuals did a lot more for me in this one than the other. Conner Cloney, January 2019
This was my favorite pair because it plays with vision. In the first one we see eyes being consumed by lovers holding hands. It is a very intimate moment between these two people and anyone who looks at then can tell they are deeply in love. The second haiku is about someone in love, admiring a person across the room. All they want is to have the connection like the people in the first haiku have. Kailey Lyons, January 2019 |
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weighted kiss
but pulling away
left . . . alone
Christian Zenon |
longing for her touch
i weep . . . knowing it is
forever a memory
Christian Zenon |
i win
you lose
now cover up your bruise
Kailey Lyons
This is one that can be taken as a sibling argument. The older brother fights the younger one and he ends up winning the fight. But in the end he has him cover up how bruise so the parents don’t see or else he’s in trouble. Or this can be a couple arguing and one takes it too far and they tell the other to cover up the evidence so others will not see. Christian Zenon, January 2019 |
i share my bed
with the monster
supposed to be under it
Kailey Lyons
This haiku was hilarious because I instantly thought about someone sleeping next to someone that don’t want to be with or don’t like. I like the way it was set up as well. Von Johnson, January 2019 |
I really enjoyed both of these because we all feel a sense of loss at some point in our lives over a love that has been lost. We have all felt alone at some time or dismissed or rejected after a kiss. In the second one, it sounds almost like the girl of the poem has died and that is why it will only be in the memory forever. There is no room for hope here at all. Very sad. Toni Macon, January 2019
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These Haiku undoubtedly fit together. The woman in these are both trapped, seemingly victim of domestic violence or emotional abuse. The sense of helplessness radiates within these words. Both begin with a lower case i, as if he belittles her so much that she does not deserve the capitol. The analogy in the second haiku is powerful, a story all in its own. While reading I feel the chills and goosebumps that correlate along with it. The first Haiku runs together so well, Dr. B was right, it almost comes off the tongue as a nursery rhyme. The sing song tempo reminds me of the man mocking the woman for being so powerless. Maggie Comerford, January 2019 |
domestic violence
blood
cuffed wrist
Tyvon Johnson |
burns
on her arms—
he’s out of cigarettes
Toni Macon |
OPEN THE DOOR
she screams—
tires burning rubber
Tyvon Johnson |
lovers quarrel
the scent of another
unfulfilling
Christian Zenon |
his love
faint
in the smoke
Tyvon Johnson |
burns
on her arms—
he’s out of cigarettes
Toni Macon |
I chose my own haiku because I could personally relate to it with being a situation like this before but the roles were switched. I got pulled off on. I just replay everything in my head that happen that to the start of the argument til the burning of the rubber. Von Johnson, January 2019 |
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This match is absolutely perfect in my mind. To start the story, he puts out his cigarettes on her arms showing that he doesn't care for her well-being. Then, you add the second haiku's context. The smoke from his last cigarette is drifting into the air, and you get the whole image that he once loved her. He loved her at one time and now it has drifted away with the smoke from his cigarette. Alex Collins, January 2019 |
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