We won our first football game
Wasn’t pretty, but a win is a win
Should apply that to life sometimes too
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We won our first football game
Wasn’t pretty, but a win is a win
Should apply that to life sometimes too
2 in the morning
Just a typical Friday
Morgantown night life
Today is Friday
Tomorrow is Saturday
WVU Football
Moments surround you
Memories are just waiting
The clock starts ticking
The floors reflection
The sound of footsteps tapping
Class calls for students
Never had a chance
His facial expressions show
Give him his moment
The stars are shining
All the eyes are reflecting
Except the closed ones
Johnny
Johnny
Coach called his name
He sprinted into the dugout
The conversation was short
He came out in slow walk
He didn’t make his way back to the group
He headed off to the parking lot
Where his ride was waiting for him
This is just my thoughts and they don’t really mean much, but at the same time why not write something?
I feel like writing only three short lines would be very easy, but I see my own writings, and others that I say that just didn’t come out right. A lot of them just can’t speak to you very well. Then, I pondered the idea what is a good haiku?
I believe a way/format/concept of a haiku is the following:
First line- Abstract idea
Second line- Abstract idea
First two lines just need to be separate thoughts/unrelated
The third line- Gives you the insight
Whether it explains the common ground between the first two lines or it brings up a new concept and the first two lines somehow fit into it.
A human being
See what you can’t see
Love what you never loved
A better human
This haiku has gotten a lot of attention, and it is over 2-3 weeks old, and it still gets views everyday.
The first two lines leave you at the thought of So What? And the third line brings it back together. Maybe this way of constructing a haiku can be looked at like a metaphor with an explanation at the end.
The birds are in my head
Morning is on my front door step
I’m cozy in all my blankets
The clock says 2 hours until my class starts
I roll over to the other side
And close my eyes once again