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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.

    I came to school today
    In my pink jimmies so warm
    Which will stunt my work

    My heart is in pieces
    From the outpouring of rain
    Maybe it will stop

    My day is complete
    All my work is turned in
    I hope I get an "A"'

    The dance is over
    My heart is broken again
    But I still feel good

    I graduate soon
    My life is about to change
    Or maybe stay the same

    I am very bored
    At my computer I sit
    The end is coming

    My friends are my world
    They keep my life together
    Maybe I won't die

    I feel happy now
    No more pain, suffering, or strife
    Until tomorrow

    My mind is somewhere
    My thoughts are running rampant
    Will it come back soon

    Winter is coming
    The cold air blows on my skin
    I may need a sweater

    My life is a maze
    The end is somewhere in sight
    How will I get out?

    My life flashed
    My eyes saw a bright light
    When she ran over me

    Traumbauer was great
    Out play is going to state
    I really wonder why

    Life is good right now
    The World is going my way
    I hope it won't stop

    Poetry is fun
    Ideas just flow in my head
    They just never come out

    Poetry is whack
    But I'm addicted to it
    I wonder if it's crack

    My project is due
    I am not even done yet
    What am I to do?

    The sky is blue
    The clouds have gone away now
    When will they be back?

    My paper is through
    My mind has been set free. Now
    I can dance all night

    I got a high score
    On my ACT so great
    I still wonder how

    Poetry is fun
    I do it all day long
    But why do I?

    Memories are kind
    In so many ways. When
    Will they go away?

    Chris Brown is my man
    The wedding is on the way
    I just hope it happens

    This is my last haiku
    I will dearly miss it...NOT!
    Let's start it again