Haibun Poems | Haibun Examples

The ancient tomes speak of realms we cannot see. Wisdom waits to be rediscovered in forgotten corridors of stone where the past echoes through carvings and symbols. I stand at the threshold between worlds, listening to the rhythm of iron, the whispers of mortality. We are all travellers on this journey, carrying our deeds in...

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Beneath a Tree Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670 Upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to...

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When I am old and the hour of death is close at hand I shall count the falling grains of sand and traipse in dance a book of dreams to lie along the winding stream I shall confess each sin upon the sky and drown the guilt of days gone by..... held in his aged hands lie...

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As I lay upon a grassy bald in the Great Smoky Mountains on a clear August night, I gaze at the stars and muse about my Creator, the source of all dynamic energy. A tear forms in my eye as I contemplate whether or not he cares about someone as insignificant as me. After all,...

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To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in...

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above the mist of  kohl tombstones . . .   moon hides its face Wind screams through the graveyard, and leaves on the ground are scattered around old tombstones where a modern Cherokee man lies on top of the grave of his dead wife,  wailing with a passion that matches the aching tone of the wild unbridled breeze. Months have passed, and nobody could trace the...

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My Sunday Morning Reflection: In an attempt to reach my 100-mile goal and to gather inspiration and reaffirmation. As part of this April’s mental and physical reset month. I started walking each day. Typically, my walks have been later in the day as to give these old bones time to loosen up. But this morning I...

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This old quilt lies across the bed, the one we shared for so many years. Each stitch lovingly made with the old-time craft once taught to you. This pink stitch enfolds me now, in a memory of the fires, the one built on the hearth and the other on the heart. love traces each step records in timeless pattern ~ double...

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I awaken to Alexa playing some AI version of an old Beatles song. Seems to me the new version is even better than the original. Instinctively, I grab my IPhone to check my messages, scan the latest news and comment on a few of my fave poets' latest posts. My smart coffee maker alerts me...

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A family of ducks and ducklings decided to cross noon road, an old man slowed down his slower gait, stood on road to halt traffic, when birds were safe, he went back to his place feeling happy like god He did not see that the thankful hen clucked and nodded at him too. acted in kindness both giver and receiver bathe...

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Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath...

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Power changes hands in a country, and how. State of affairs are diametrically different following a hostile takeover of a once peaceful, democratic society. The country has descended into totalitarianism, ruled with an iron fist by a brutal despot. Corruption and anarchy now hold sway. The reign of terror has citizens living in fear, and...

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Babes. Raised to outfit an agenda. The element of nature versus nurture. A pitbull is a dog like any other as is a Jew is a human like any other. Babes. Any dog any human, raised to be a weapon will be lethal. Babes. Any dog any human honed like a tool sharpened like a...

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Where the hell am I, for God's sake how did I get here, what have I done to deserve this un-humane madness. I knew what I was doing, I had complete control of myself. It wasn't the alcohol nor be it the pills that were prescribed to me for anxiety. It was me in a...

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The tree of Tule in Oaxaca, Mexico, is the tree with the largest trunk diameter in the world. Its circumference reaches almost 60 meters and has a height of 42 meters. Its approximate age is 2,000 years. tens of people could take a nap at the same time the ancient big tree. Number of t letter - in...

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