| Haikus I-VII I. When I called for love, It refused to come, stubborn; And the cold claimed me. II. Change is so simple, Yet it never prevails here, Stuck in the blackness. III. Simple blessings of Cinnamon vanilla sweet That I cannot have. IV. Give me contrition; I ask you not for sermons, But you still give them. V. There are not enough Syllables in a haiku To say what I wish. VI. The world springs to life - Colour, green, fresh, born anew. New life is vibrant. VII. It blooms in silence In the darkness, nocturnal. Its thorns prick at me. love poems anonymous |