Haiku!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haikus have 3 lines:
line 1.: 5 sillables
line 2.: 7 sillables
line 3.: 5 sillables
you may leave out words: an, a, and, but you don't have to!!!
Haiku written by me:
Bird of Black like night,
flying swiftly, silently,
crying tears like rain.

This is my life right now:

Angry as can be,
Blaming myself for too much,
At this very moment.

This is how I feel:

Feeling like idiot,
Because that is what I am,
My fault friends now fight.

haiku you need to write,
this part of basket for that,
for all written here.

this part of basket,
is reserved for some haiku ,
writing, nothing else.

Bird of black like night
flying home to friends and hord
stopping to help u

Tiger Spirit come,
in my open waiting arms
defend needed times

Life can be evil,
especially to people,
not only to you.

But you need to live,
even when life seems too cruel,
life will change for you.

WOW, IM IMPRESSED.

Why? Do you like them? I made them up then and there.

yes i like them, im very impressed! ur very good at it, just like darkdragon. dark dragon is also good at other 'types' of poetry, or figures of speech! r u?

Haiku is prefered,
it is not easy to write,
without correct words.

I usually,
not write other poem styles,
work on the same type.

WOW! I MEAN U GOT UR MESSEGE IN HIKU FORM!

Thank you for opinion,
I am happy to know it,
helps me keep writing.

I know this isn't a haiku, but I to write down my feelings. Also, I've decided that I'm better at being a poet, than an author.

Anger against myself.
Anger against you all.
Still at night I lay awake,
Remembering the actions.

Sadness I feel, about this passed year.
Sadness I feel, towards the people I hurt.
Months have passed since then,
Yet out of my head, the memories cannot get.

Help I need, from my friends.
But I cannot except.
I myself got myself into this,
And I alone can get myself out.


singed: the cartoon dreaming poet.

Poem name: pictures and voices

vivid pictures
dancing in my mind
i close my eyes to have a better look at them
what i see
is something magical
paintings, drawings, and sculptures
better than any artist there has ever been
though, i sadly cry in tears
of myself
as i desprately try
to have the world see
the beauty that i see
forming in my mind

i hear them
i hear them all
those voices
they know what goes on
in my daily life
they come with me
in the events of the day
quietly making great rich strories
about those events
they make me poems
about my feelings
about me
the poems sweetly sing to me
while the stories entertain
oh i love what goesw on in my head
i guess that it's just to bad
that i can't seem to be able
to get there at all

I reread your poem, New Moon shinyuu. I'm impressed. You write poetry better than stories, though that's not necissarily a bad thing. My one comment is, that sometimes to line length interfeared with the harmony a bit, though you managed to balance it out in the end.

I also went back and reread one of the two haikus we made together. I've found an ending I like better for one of them, so I'll post it here:
Tiger Spirit come,
in my open waiting arms
defend who you will.

I also have some other ones. Please do not comment on the meanings. A poet writes the words as representatives, sometimes using themselves, or others, to portray a different meaning.

The sky is gray,
Yet still so bright.
I watch it fade,
Into the night.

See the world,
Another way,
Another day,
It might stay.

It changes so,
I cannot keep up.
I will leave it now,
As it turns to dusk.

Finding me,
Blaming me,
Because there is,
No one to blame.

Find myself lost,
Unable to reply,
I seek help,
From the people walking by.

They do not see it,
Or come to realize,
The harsh words,
That are thrown at me.

Look desperatly around,
Make sure they don't find,
The state I am in,
The state of my mind.

A river once so small,
Happy it was with itself,
It flowed along meerily,
Looking simple yet satisfied.

Strange things it saw,
complex and interseting,
Unlike the river,
who felt left intreged.

So it cast that away,
The easy simplicity,
And with large effort,
Itself it did change.

One day it looked back,
And wanted to find,
A bit of that simplicity,
It had left behind.

But the hardest efforts,
gave back nothing,
but the sadness and regret,
the River felt for changing.