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WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?

  • A haiku is a Japanese poem of 5, 7, & 5 syllables in 3 lines.
  • Modern American haiku are . . . whatever, but still in 3 lines.
  • high-coo.com
    is the new haiku website of Booker T. Washington Magnet High School's Creative Writing magnet. All copyrights to all poems on this website belong to their individual authors, and none may be reproduced without written consent. Another boring day
    Wish I was at home
    Watching television

    Sitting on my lap
    A droplet of spit falls
    The baby is laughing

    Sun shining bright
    Excitement is heard
    Throughout the school halls

    Little colorful wings
    Fly across my face
    Butterflies flutter

    Long thunderous night
    A very cloudy day
    How dreary is my life

    Lightening flash, thunder roar
    Rain drops fall on my window
    God must not be pleased

    Happy, smiling face
    Greets everyone on the street
    My birthday is near

    The kiddies are gone
    All the candy is still here
    Stomach ache galore

    Running to the store
    To buy bags of candy
    The trick or treaters are here

    The weekend is here
    Shopping is what I will do
    What a perfect plan

    Long tongue sticking out
    Slithering across the grass
    The life of a snake

    My brain is shrinking
    Of all the homework and stress
    My brain needs a break

    Eyes dark as midnight
    Staring back at me sadly
    Puppy needs a home

    Birthday cake is here
    Someone is getting older
    Grandma, I love you

    No one really knows
    The deeper side of my heart
    Read my poetry

    My stomach crying
    For a somewhat decent lunch
    That I did not get

    I need of some rain
    "A miracle" we ask God
    The rain starts to poor

    Happy go lucky
    The boy chases the puppy
    His new little friend

    No more fried turkey
    To chow on for Thanksgiving
    It is Christmas time

    Sitting down crying
    He feels his life is over
    His mother is gone

    Butterflies flying
    In my nervous stomach for
    My presentation

    Not trying to brag
    All A's on my report card
    I am so happy