Haiku Poems About Home | Home Haiku Poems

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Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky 
Winds in attendance

Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support

Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow

On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds seem to float
On silvered ripples

Waves swell as they curl
White manes gracefully flow
Rolling to the shore

Higher still soars Hawk 
Wind Spirits on either side 
Carry him upwards 

Land and mountains meld
Lofty mountains crown the land
Great aspirations

Hawk gracefully glides
Towards the shore he observes
His island in bloom

Festooned in colour
Hibiscus - Red, Gold and Pink
In leafy bouquets

Flowers - Pale yellow
Their sweet perfume exuding
Riding on the Winds

Romance in the air
Couples hold hands and frolic
An Island in love

Hawaiian Hawk proud
Sees everything - land and sea
Paradise Island

Wind voices whisper
Of Rebirth, Growth and Culture
Hawaii has heard

Footnote:
We recently visited Hawaii, one of our favorite holiday destinations, once again we were carried away with the ambience and peacefulness of this Island Paradise.

The inspiration came while viewing the breath taking panorama from the 16th floor of the Hilton Hawaiian Village Waikiki Beach ResortThe Waikiki beach, the beautiful gardens and the mountains all formed the pictureBut we needed a story and the Spirit legends supplied the theme

All this came together and composed on the aircraft on our way back home to Australia.

I have tried to capture and share some of the essence which is the Spirit of this beautiful island, its rebirth of culture that’s embroidered in the legends of a traditional Hula dance

The Red Hibiscus (koki'o'ula) is the flower of the big island, while the Gold flower mentioned - The vibrant, sunshine-hued Yellow Hibiscus (ma'o hau hele) is Hawaii's official National flowerIn Hawaiian culture, Hibiscus is a symbol of old royalty & communicates power and respect  

The Hawk Kaha Ka ‘lo - the highest Chiefs where often called ‘lo – ‘Hawk with eyes that can see everywhere’

Ku Makani ‘Rising Wind’ has a position of power grace and motion.

Ka Leo O Haukine ‘The voice of the Wind’, is so named.

The two Winds according to the legend, are the voices of ancestors who listen and speak through the windsTogether they are the Spirits that uplift the mighty ‘Lo – The Hawaiian hawk.

Some of the imagery described is seen from the aircraft as it would be seen through the eyes of the Hawaiian Hawk

The circular rainbow, for those who have not been fortunate to have witnessed this rare phenomenon, it actually does exist. 

POTD 14th April 2017

“HALO THE WARRIOR”

#1**Unicorn Valley**
*
Land of purple hues
simple, sweet innocent eyes
rises from the east
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#2**Guile of Disciples**
*
Magic gathering
hides away from the darkness
horn found on the ground
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#3**Beautified Dreams**
*
Enchantment of life
ancestral home broken-down
adorn the unicorn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#4**Freedom Quest**
*
Liberty or Death
Unicorn celebration
Epic battle won
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

by;PD

Come by the thousands

Hungry, desperate, each day

Greece's agony mounts!*


------------


Home lost, new home found

Distant shores opening arms

Tears flooding the seas 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   17 August 2015 




*Thousands of refugees and illegal immigrants enter Greece 
each day in search of a better futureGreece, despite its economic 
crisis and with an unemployment near 30% and salaries and pensions
 down by 40% helps the best way it canEurope watches as more than 
two million of these unfortunate people live inside our country of ten million.

HAIKU #1-14 (Taken from my files totaling 12,016 haiku, started in 2/9/06)



Ants red as wine                                      A black spider seem to own
dine on yellow nectar                                squatter's rights right on
from a juicy mango                                  our front porch.

Day of rain and                                         A quiet gentle breeze brought
zero visibility, then                                     thoughts of Belize and
pastel evening sky                                   New York's Hudson.

Morning draped in silk                                 Drenched from his walk
of white as we await snow                          a lone man sat basking on
and sleet and cold rain                             bench in sudden sunshine.

In dreariness of winter                               Driving home by night
my philodendron buds stands                      I fled the signal of a white
erect and frozen                                     hand hitchhiking.

Earth held in traction                                 In temp of one hundred
by glistening silver moon                             a black bird basked
full like a balloon                                      in my shadow.

Blond rabbit pregnant                                 In dark of night 
with spunk often visit and                           With full moon bright
side with the husband                                military copters all in a row.

A spider sleeps all day                                 In early morn my pen
then wake up and work                                poised like stillness of
at post twilight time                                  trees awaiting breeze.

tidy yarn woven
neatly spliced with home spun charm
gilded tapestry 

Earth, sun, and water
Like home made ice cream sundae
Melting together

canada geese honk
one, two, three honks only proof....
spring shrouded in clouds

one, two, three, four and more in a V fly
headed home to catch the ladies eye  

First day to school is very good for children like us, very cool.
We meet our new friends and old one’s too,
But we don’t know we should catch whom.
Children are excited to know the teacher,
As they need a good future.
 We come to know the rules of school,
So that we do not work according to us like fools.
We share our tiffins and tell our feelings,.
We ask last year’s percentage ,
To know whether the child is of good stage. 
We give our introduction lovingly,
So that everyone may know us clearly.
There is nothing to study much as its first day, full of fun.
We go home hand in hand ,
To remain life long friends….
 

     Christmas home with songs
     Gathered family rejoice 
     Happy stars smiling  




     17.12.2014
     A-L Andresen :)
     Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

((** Natures Nurse **))

Hot temperatures
someone call the spring doctor
cold fertilizer


((** Early Bird **))

Fresh morning light
sweet SAP falling on my plate
Lego my Eggo


((** Desert Rose **))

In the dead of night
One star sings me a sad song
cactus feels my pain

((** Looks that kill **))

What else can I say?
Intrigue me with silence
look into my eyes


((** Home Sweet Home **))

End of road
my final destination
Next stop Olympus!

((** Heaven or Hell **)) 

Leave all dirt behind
Welcome mat above sunrise
running for the door

by;p.d.

Swing of the bat, contests
Fielders’ gloves, ball in motion, 
Run, slide, throw - called safe!

Innings are by turns,
Dramatic or biding, boxscores
Revealing  who’s up.

Catching foul ball strays,
Or in bleachers just catch rays,
Fans cheer, hoot and wave!

Hear “Smack!” a hit!
Vendors warble, “Peanuts and beer!”
Star spangled banner.

If you come early,
Ask for heros’ autographs,
Snap players’ faces.

Distance ‘tween bases,
Had to be divinely ordained,
Perfecting the game!

Whether the home team ,
Overcomes temporary calamity,
Makes or breaks dreams!

© Chaim Wilson

rain showers the land
displays knolls of green grasses
tarsiers free park play

sun shimmers brilliance
upon brown mounds verdure lair
big chocolate queue

(c) Olive Eloisa
11:54am
June 19, 2014

***Chocolate Hills is one of the many natural wonders found in Bohol, PhilippinesThey are rich of minerals particularly that of marine limestone, fossils, corals etcHome of wild life species including the smallest monkey in the world: the tarsier..:)

Haiku Chain

Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal

jet stream follows sleigh 
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown 
cap is in Spain  ~~by; Goode Guy

cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich  

beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts

fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry… 
a parrot shows up  ~~by; Annalise Brigham

a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh   ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair

as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect  
as birds fly higher  ~~by; olusegun Arowolo 

as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky   ~~by; David Williams  

ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird   ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver 

to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty  ~~by; David Williams  

give me liberty   
sweet vertigo dizziness 
the flight takes up space  ~~by; Poet Destroyer
 

the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me   ~~by; Poet Destroyer
 
birds fly around me 
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends  ~~by; Poet Destroyer

the Moon As Haze Ends 
crashing On The Horizon 
with The Rising Sun  ~~ by; Christopher Bunton

With the rising sun 
celebrate the coming home 
maybe peace will reign  ~~by; cecil hickman 

maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright  ~~by; Deb Wilson 

all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat 
and loving all night   ~~by; Michael JFalotico

and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind   ~~by; harry horsman

power of the wind 
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey

first let's celebrate 
the sweet air brings me your scent 
now I know your here ~~by; Michael JFalotico

now I know your here
Staring out the window,  
upon a (choo) choo train  ~~by; John Rhinem

upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking 
charcoal grey mittens  ~~by; poet destroyer

charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles  ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
 
Team Work -created this haiku chain

beware Picasso 
my home is on great statues
expressing myself

Edward JEbbs - 5/16/15
Written for: PICTURE YOURSELF AS A BIRD - Poetry Contest, just for laughs

in the rain
a clown walks home -
rainbow tears

a fallen pine log:
        red-cockaded woodpeckers
taps their lost fair well





****The Red-cockaded Woodpecker has less than 1% of its original populationThey make their home in mature pine forests, preferably long leaf pine,  which have been drastically reduced due to disease and harvestingWhile other woodpeckers bore out cavities in dead trees where the wood is rotten and soft, the Red-cockaded Woodpecker is the only one which excavates cavities exclusively in living pine treesThey play a key role in their ecosystemA number of other birds and small mammals use the cavities excavated by Red-cockaded Woodpeckers, such as chickadees, bluebirds, titmice, and several other woodpecker species, reptiles, and insectsFlorida, my home, is one of the remaining southern states they are still found inSteps are being taken to protect and recreate their nesting grounds***********

                                   
   

                              
                                
                                             Drenched by the rain
                               Golden key fits perfectly in the door lock
                                       Home with lots of wet dog kisses











24.05.2013
A-L  Andresen :)                      
                                              * contest: Leonora 


(4th place in the contest)

Welcome to my home
furry little wanderer
relax till home found

boasting red and white  
proudly shows home of the free
true canadian

Driving home from work, I watch the darkening sky and the trees along the streets bending in the windBig drops of rain begin to splatter against my windshield until suddenly, my entire car is being bombardedAs the moaning wind picks up, the downpour increases and I adjust my windshield wipers accordinglyNearing my neighborhood, I glimpse a foretoken of spring.

behind their mother
young quail scurry in a row
March winds scatter rain

Soon I am pulling into my driveway, wondering vaguely where the baby quail were bound for and relieved to be escaping the onslaught of cold wind-tossed rainMy spirit has been lifted by the sighting of the quail family, for I know better days are ahead

A few weeks pass, and I find myself becoming excited as I always do after April has arrivedI begin noticing the various plants and trees of my small city, in particular, the burgeoning buds of my own front yard  pear tree, and then at last it happens; I awake one fine morning to my favorite augur of the season:

outside my window
myriads of white blossoms
the trill of birds


For the Spring Haibun Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi

SPRINGTIME MEMORIES



Mountain sentinels
By ancient town;
Clear waters cascade


Cobblestone streets
Winding pavements;
Trade offerings buzz


Fertile plains
Crystal clear waters;
Shady trees guard


Treasure-hunting stroll...
Through Lijiang Old Town;
Curiosity detours


So many things to see
Pleasant fare tempting;
Buying spree bargains


Artisans at work
Township flings open trade;
Silver metal everywhere


Older than 800 years:
Lijiang Town welcomes journeys,
Far beyond old silk route days


Modern day muse in-transit
Old town atmosphere;
Traced footsteps in awe


Wonder amazes wander
A world heritage city;
Precious ancient Chinese pearl


A gentle spirit strays here,
Preserved antiquity loiters;
Unspoilt living testament


Clear pristine waters gush
High mountain peaks preside;
Beauty frames this township


Spring waters flow non-stop,
Shared community well conduits;
Drinking, bathing, washing


Modern day irony:
Drinking water from taps;
Plastic bottled water


By the winding canals
Smaller streams circle around;
Waterways and arched bridges


Elegant old town greets
Tourists' camera shutter intrusion;
Gentle householders calmly polite


By this ancient arched bridge,
I wonder a thousand times;
So much to see in a short expense


We go around here
In circles winding zigzag;
Catch our breath from trekking


Memory can be short-changed:
I buy a few book souvenirs;
I will reminisce tour days later


Too soon morning turns
High noonday sun shines hot;
Cool breeze smoothes rough edges


Late evening darkness in Lijiang
Old Town in spring courtyard;
Colourful lanterns brighten


Buzz of evening vendors
A thousand offerings call;
Bazaar along the winding streets


Common folks with wares
Struggle to live a life;
Survival instincts ply


As I stroll by
Hear offers for strange stuff;
All manners of touting


I like these gentle people
Trying to make a sale;
Touting for a living


Our tour guide spreads
Good advice on-the-road:
Buy only what you need


Cascading waters flow
Through Ancient Lijiang Town;
Authentic tourist hotspot 


By ancient bridge photo snapshot:
Happy keepsake momento,
To reflect when I get home


Hand-in-hand we strolled
Through winding walkways;
My darling and I enroute


I remember that moment:
Springtime in May --
Lijiang kept fond company


Sensorial avenues
Memory instructs reality;
Journey journal pages


I write to highlight
To my self once more;
My own editorial times


One month back home now
June sprinkles hot and humid here;
How nice Lijiang's cool zephyrs?


Silver bangle from Yunnan
Solid white metal on my wrist;
Roman numerals add up to 78


Unearth my keepsake books
Yunnan in full colour;
Smiles amuse eyes feasting


Glimpses of old China
Surge and surge again;
Fond memories attend


Old weeping willow
Hunched trunk sighing;
Ancient times loiter


Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014
Singapore

                                
                                 Corned bread stuffed turkey

                               Party need to go home stuffed

                                     Oh..., tummy’s to full

Eve Roper 11/27/2014






May you and yours have a wonderful, blessed Thanksgiving :) eve

Haiku  Straying Husband

forlorn ice slit bedroom
frail flower between your legs...
ardor expires

Tanka   Stay At Home Wife

hours ravage ardor
supple sin envelopes grey
thick belly obscures
erotic athletes wrestle
loyalty in lieu of love

My home on my back
Yet my journey never ends
Forever searching...

A wizard of wild
Seasonal changes his world 
Sly and cunning games

Open fields are home 
To always play till days end 
Hunting more than sport

A flash of movement
Traces of his whereabouts 
Are scarcely a trail.

Magician of beast
Blending one within his own
Timeless enchantment

A graceful harshness
A beautiful wilderness
Harsh environments

An eerie silence 
Approaching from the shadows
Cloaked in mystery.

Fearless by nature
Radiant energy bounds
An essence of one

Playful and naughty
Shadows of monsters lurking
Elected by force

A challenge to live
Surviving in modern days 
Resilient by far.

Written by: Shannon Deane 
Written for: P.D's Inner Animal Contest
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet

origami dreams - 

snowflakes of the past back home - 

wish I were with you...



for SKAT's Haiku contest

 

RV Roam

Fifth wheel home car
Bedroom sink couch table desk
Throne in a closet

Sitting at my desk.
Time is ticking slowly by
Can I go home yet?

autumn leaves keep me
pensive, wrapped in reverie
amidst the colors


For: Shards of Light Contest by Raul Moreno 

It is autumn in the southern hemisphere (my second home is Sydney)

Snowflakes are falling,

white is all around your feet,

diamonds from the sky.



Make a snow angel,

chilly from your head to toe,

a winter imprint.



bundled up so well,
\
head home to have some coco,

winter has arrived.

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end..
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R
Yikes

G.LAll

USS Midway
Single A Home run Derby
San Diego Bay

wings of gossamer  
gently pulsating the air
butterflies in flight


tail of dragonfly
skimming the water's surface
while taking a drink


bark of an old tree
weather-beaten and furrowed
a home for insects

his gun is loaded -
     
 back home on his Facebook page 

                    their numerous taunts


For the A "Gun"-o-ku Poetry Contest of Gwendolen R

- Truth
Remember the truth,
Question those in government…
In full glory reflected.

- Mistake
To war is error,
To offer peace is sublime…
Bombs bursting in air.

- Belief
No matter how hard,
Stand up for what you believe…
O! say can you see.

- Responsibility
I love my country,
Like baseball and apple pie…
The home of the brave.

...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)

“Ribbit” croaks the frog
his lily pad is sinking…
     time to hop along

larger lily pad
makes a summer home for frogs…
     until the storms come




*Entry for Sidney Lee Ann’s “Lily-Pads and Frogs” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Theme: both lily pads and frogs

grits, eggs, and bacon
made home fresh by grandma's hands
making my start fresh

sitting by myself
singing opera in the woods—
a peacock appears

© February 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


HERE'S THE STORY SINCE THIS IS based on a true story! LOL I was in the woods 
singing...pretending I could sing opera while resting on a bench...all by myselfAnd what to 
my wondering eyes should appear walking around with my free range chickens? You 
guessed it! A peacock! He must have thought I was a peahenLater, we found out he 
lived several miles away and had left home for few days...he stayed here until I left for 
Texas, which was about 3 daysHe must have loved my voice! OR RUNNING THE ROOSTER! 
lol Anyway, that was the inspiration for this haiku! Would anyone have guessed? lol

Pastoral country
Where folks wave to passers by--
Farmers plowing

Exit 386
Wal-Mart, fast foods, and hotels-- 
Tourists stop

Modern businesses
Of every type one might need--
The short road to town

Refurbished storefronts
With arts antiques and barbers--
Downtown businesses

Houses big and small
Fill the local neighborhoods--
Quiet streets

State Parks, music fests
And neighborhood barbeques --
Entertainment

Outside of town
Beautiful farms and woodlands--
The rural folks

The river rises
Bringing water to my land --
Children in kayaks

The home of brave hearts
Who understand nature’s way --
King and rattlesnakes

The home of the free
Where people are seen smiling--
Live Oak, Florida

ã June 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member   MY LAND IS MY HOME 
Sponsored by: ~ SKAT ~

My wife Jill was just commenting on how 
she saw some deer when she came home 
from choir practice WednesdayThey were 
about 30 feet away from a pondShe has 
seen then several times but never actually
at the pond drinking waterHere is my Horn
Haiku I wrote in reference to this.

Will wave magic wand;
Deer will appear at the pond
Into dark will run.

Jim Horn

From it's safe home tree
This single leaf has travelled
With many miles left.

The Swallows return

    Like old friends we welcome home 

        Until they depart...

Life is but a skit
Away from home or in it
Eases pain a bit.

Praise to the penguin
Whose home is a frozen land 
Barren land of ice

Observe and see
Festive cheer warms;
Spirits set free

~~~~~~~~~


Cherry blossoms
Pink carpet pathway;
Waiting patiently

~~~~~~~~~


Here's to you
Sakura moments;
Sparkling sunshine

~~~~~~~~~


Moon overhead
View from my window;
Tender conversations

~~~~~~~~~


Mahjong games
Relatives chit-chat;
My winning streak

~~~~~~~~~


Touch of magic
Spring wind rustles;
Cheery blossoms fall

~~~~~~~~~


Moonlight stroll
Old arch bridge;
Squeaky wood groans

~~~~~~~~~


Two cats sit
Eerie moon glow;
February interlude

~~~~~~~~~


Business sold
Fortune gained;
Hollow feeling

~~~~~~~~~


Here's to good cheer
Another year;
Grey hairs draw near

~~~~~~~~~


Old footpath short cut
Patient feet chiseled;
Old habits die hard

~~~~~~~~~


Memories unfurl
Grass verge updates;
Poignant moments

~~~~~~~~~


Joy greets sorrow
Sad together;
Melancholia sings

~~~~~~~~~


Elysia calls
Going home again;
Sudden departure

~~~~~~~~~


Photo album
Old era relatives;
Sepia burnout

~~~~~~~~~


Study abroad 
Down Under Melbourne;
Kangaroo hop-scotch

~~~~~~~~~


Tinge of sadness
Stop to remember;
Fond times quicken

~~~~~~~~~


Airport terminal
Exquisite dine-in;
One for the road

~~~~~~~~~


Listless here
Holiday moods;
Mahjong punctuation

~~~~~~~~~


Toss of lucky food
Yu Sheng expose;
Fortune smiles

~~~~~~~~~


Words catch up
Meaning and motive;
Juxtapose

~~~~~~~~~


Spring season
Oriental red;
Chinatown tinctures

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
22 February 2015
Singapore

Ball of butterflies;
knots of anticipation,
tickling me within.

Pick-up at 7;
ready to go around 8.
patiently he waits.

Off to the movies;
holding hands, clumsy and shy,
ever so awkward

Horror flick on screen;
sharing popcorn and candy,
snuggled in close.

Walking home slowly;
lean in;first kiss at the door,
foot popping galore.

Sailing ships go by 
The wind sighs and follows close
A white handkerchief

* 

Breakers, so gentle 
Bands of sky blue, the wet dock 
They are almost home 

huge ageless smiles
timeless grins of new found joy
welcome home my love

                                                   Talk with words
                                                with distant people  
                                                      chat in net

                                                     one country
                                                connects to other
                                                     in seconds

                                                  all worlds news
                                               knows by a just click 
                                                    clearly sees

                                                   Let look back
                                              stone age condition
                                                  no home dress 

                                                   return back
                                           see today's nice world
                                                      miracle

edging to his home -
the sea - lone beach comber risks
life unknowingly


Here is a horrible haiku for ya, Ironic! Hope you hate it!
(for your worst poem contest)