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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. Chuckling monkeys
    Watching us feed them their food
    Are pretty darn smart

    Massive bodies though
    Fearsome to gaze up upon
    Elephants seek peace

    Friendships are pointless
    When the companions of it
    Will no longer kiss

    Peacocks sound like cats
    And are just as evil too
    Their shrills are deadly

    Such horrible jokes
    They challenge and tease my thoughts
    Though I just crave love

    Lonely little birds
    Will suffer tragically when
    They are left to cry

    Maybe when the man
    Falls asleep with weary woe
    Peace will be ended

    Waiting in the wind
    For an uplifting spirit
    For my memories

    From a better view
    A perspective upside-down
    Life seems much more clear

    Funny how angry
    One simple man can make you
    Just by his speaking

    When I lost this bet
    I did not image he
    Would be serious

    To sing in front of
    A great enormous folk crowd
    With a trembling tongue

    In order to cheat
    Nature will certainly see
    And will take notice

    Telling the secret
    Benefits no one if they
    Will quickly tell two

    Little gray angels
    Whistles growing sharp and long
    Mistaken demons

    As another leaf
    Falls and drifts and flies and soothes
    The pile forgets it

    Black and white stripes that
    Will race in open grasslands
    Sucky camouflage

    Peeking out their shells
    Wondering what world surrounds
    Happy to stay safe

    Finally the night
    Whispers, comforts, and covers
    All of the day's woes

    It's an incentive
    To disguise true loyalty
    And to be selfish

    To end with something
    As holy as a mermaid
    Brings tears to the eyes