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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.
Leaves stick to windows
Chasing the last as they fall
Fall at last is here
Gaze at the water
Watch the ripples wash over
Distorting my face
Acid rain pours down
Running down closed windows
Bellow the earth dies
Driving down the road
The trees are a blur of green
There lies one black tire
My face points upward
The sun shines down upon it
In a blinding light
Just to let you know
I've become obsessed with trees
Please don't cut them down
Leaves like painted dots
Smeared down a white canvas
A mass murdered group
I daily wonder
If I were a tree
Would you cut me down?
Looking up, wondering
Why must the sun blind me so
Must it be so MEAN
Along the sidewalk
Through the dark, two eyes staring
It's not Halloween
Used as fish tank rocks
A sad example of earth
Becoming white dead
Invisible snow
Falling outside my window
I choose to stay in
Cleansing memories
Again the rain is falling
So let the rain fall
One by one they drop
Thrown into black funerals
Only forgotten
WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?
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.
Chasing the last as they fall
Fall at last is here
Gaze at the water
Watch the ripples wash over
Distorting my face
Acid rain pours down
Running down closed windows
Bellow the earth dies
Driving down the road
The trees are a blur of green
There lies one black tire
My face points upward
The sun shines down upon it
In a blinding light
Just to let you know
I've become obsessed with trees
Please don't cut them down
Leaves like painted dots
Smeared down a white canvas
A mass murdered group
I daily wonder
If I were a tree
Would you cut me down?
Looking up, wondering
Why must the sun blind me so
Must it be so MEAN
Along the sidewalk
Through the dark, two eyes staring
It's not Halloween
Used as fish tank rocks
A sad example of earth
Becoming white dead
Invisible snow
Falling outside my window
I choose to stay in
Cleansing memories
Again the rain is falling
So let the rain fall
One by one they drop
Thrown into black funerals
Only forgotten
