Searching (a senryu)

my tears are unseen I weep with the empty road finding my way home Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #361 – Home and Weep

Direction

When I was young, I thought having a life dream is enough Visionless, I’ve lost my way, thought I found it back, then lost again Now I learn to trust my heart when deciding which path to take The poem above is written following a sijo format. Sijo is the classic form of unrhymed poetry from

An Ending

A journey’s ending, sadness tugging yet so is thrill…unwittingly Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #355 – SAD and thrill #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 26

Time Paradox (a Fib)

Time helps healing, time too lost. While paradox grins, emptiness still waits…faithfully #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 7. The prompt is to write a poem in the form of a Fib. A Fib is a six-line stanza, with 1/1/2/3/5/8 syllable counts.

Imagination

On a barren day like today the lure nagged more than usual gnawing the inside of my brain greedily little I could do to stop it I feel like grabbing the car key take off without anything in hands except an old heart and a pitiful mind they’re broken anyway, just like the rest what

Lost

Was there ever a time when we weren’t lost? When knowing exactly what we want was a snap of fingers When people no longer dancing to the tune of regrets or doubt When desire no longer have to be caged in our head, but free to explore anytime When we fall in love without any

Still An Icon

it has its moment of glory an icon representing its land even a fame in the eyes of the world what anyone would do to have an everlasting pic of its beauty while being inside it, of course but every accolade has an ending time catches up sooner or later new technology was introduced to

The Old Bike

I used to have an old bicycle and there was a time in my life when many late afternoons were spent on that bike exploring neighborhood after neighborhood following the direction where the sun was setting It was as if I was searching for something though unclear what, turning on what seems to be unending

Patiently, I Wait

patiently, i wait feeling Thy presence within this deep thirst nourished, the time will come when i rise, eyes opened, i follow Thee #NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 2 What Do You See Challenge no. 75 Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday – Patience

Hope and Fear

Think I’m losing it My longing, unbearable   Please don’t burn my dreams This life you offer, cold void How can I ever catch up The poem above uses a Tanka form. I’ve written Tanka poems before that follow 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure, but I never paid attention to the one unique characteristics of a Tanka