Haiku Poems

Life

Life is hard to grasp,
it is difficult to bear,
It takes time to like.

One day I’m walking,
I see a small kid crying,
This is what I say.

Little kid don’t cry,
Life is hard but so are u,
Toughen up don’t cry.


Time

Time is sometimes short,
One day at a time, days end,
Time will always win.

What Do You See?

What do you see?

The girl asks me.

Nothing,

I reply.

No really,

She insists.

What do you see?

 

I stare down the road.

I see a road,

I say.

No,

The girl crosses her arms.

What do you see?

I really don’t know,

I say.

What do you see?

I ask the girl.

 

The girl smiles,

I see

Gumballs falling from the sky,

Don’t you see them?

And pigs that fly.

What do you see?

 

I don’t know,

I say again.

This is stupid.

 

No it’s not,

The girl insists.

I see a snowman,

And giant candy canes.

What do you see?

 

I see

Goblins and a giant.

I pause,

I see

Monsters and a giant Lego tower.

 

I see a magic store,

The girl says.

Let’s go look inside.

She runs down the road

And opens a door.

 

I follow her.

Shh,

I tell the girl.

Be quiet.

I point,

There’s a witch.

I tell her.

The girl grabs a magic wand

She twirls it around.

 

The world changes,

We’re not in the magic shop,

What do you see now?

The girl asks.

 

I see,

Fairies,

I say.

I see a boy with fiery hair

And a dog on a pogo stick.

 

I see Santa,

She says.

And the Tooth Fairy,

And the Easter Bunny.

And look there!

The girl points down the road.

A golden castle!

She gasps.

A rainbow dragon!

She whirls her wand around.

 

I smell sea salt,

I say,

The castle is gone,

But look there.

A giant sea serpent!

The girl giggles.

And look!

Little dwarfs walking down the seashore!

She says,

And Swedish Fish leaping from the waves.

The girl whirls her wand.

 

Look at this giant cake tower!

She shouts.

She licks the ice cream snow

And climbs a lollipop tree.

 

The girl whirls her wand again.

What do you see?

She asks.

 

I see dinosaurs wearing tutus,

I say.

And giant gingerbread houses.

I see a marshmallow Pegasus,

I say.

The girl whirls her wand again.

 

But this time,

All I see is a road.

 

The girl is gone.

Cursing the Sands of Time

The kids all watch the melting clock,

As if it were wax on fire.

Staring at the timepiece like a hawk,

 Waiting for class to expire.

The teacher’s speech is patience fighting,

He’s offering no assistance.

His appearance is even uninviting,

Making students desire a distance.

Alas! The bell finally rings.

Like a stampede of bulls in a hurricane,

Children rush for their belongings.

 Class was obviously finished in vain.

But the minutes of free time they have are few,

Because they still have treacherous homework to do.

 

Our Valuable Friendship by Sunny Lee

Oh what a joy it is,
to have a friend like you.
For giving me strength,
the way you do.

For lifting me up like an elevator,
when I’m feeling down.
Putting a smile on my face,
when I’m wearing a frown.

Thanks for being there,
and helping me grow.
Your friendship means a lot,
and I’d like you to know.

Our Valuable Friendship by Sunny Lee

Oh what a joy it is,

to have a friend like you.

For giving me strength,

the way you do.

For lifting me up like an elevator,

when I’m feeling down.

Putting a smile on my face,

when I’m wearing a frown.

Thanks for being there,

and helping me grow.

Your friendship means a lot,

and I’d like you to know.

If I Had a Time Machine

If I had a time machine,

I’d fly to the Jurassic Period.

I would steal an egg of a brachiosaurus.

If I had a time machine,

I’d fly to the 28^th century.

I would get myself x-ray goggles.

If I had a time machine,

I’d fly to the Roman Empire.

I would sell a flashlight for a chunk of gold.

But most of all,

If I had a time machine,

I’d fly to yesterday.

I would finish my math homework due this morning!

Autumn by Eileen Lee

Autumn

Season after summer, before winter,
I feel wind gushing on my face,
Disappearing warmth, appearing breeze,
I hear people sneeze with red noses,
Breeze making people shiver like vibrating phones,
Feels like autumn is welcoming me to winter.

Season of the warm colors,
Full of red, orange, yellow,
Path covered with maple leaves,
As people walk, I hear crumpling sound of crispy leaves,
Feels like autumn is making me comfortable from the sound and colors.

Season of fruits,
I see fruits hanging on trees,
Apples, grapes, pears,
About to fall,
Feels like autumn is tempting me to overeat.

One of the four seasons, autumn,
Autumn passes again leaving the cold air and color orange,
Then we will have to wait for autumn to come again.

Happiness Is

Happiness is 11, from a scale of one to ten,

playing with a farm animal, in a rusty old pen.

Happiness is an ice cream cone, with lots and lots of sprinkles,

staring up in the night sky, with galaxy stars that twinkle.

 

Happiness is a smile, on a dark rainy day,

you caring to listen, to every word I say.

Happiness is dining, on a very special night,

at a very special place, where it’s colorful and bright.

 

Happiness is all of this, and much much more.

Happiness is all around, I’m sure you’ve experienced before.

Winter

A white sky dressed in a cloak of gray clouds

Weeping icy tears of snow

Breathing a shivering gale that chills to the bone

Browning the leaves with a frosty touch

Draping a blanket of white across the world

 

 

Watching the Clouds By Hyo Jin

I lie on the grass
Watching the clouds
Walking in the sky.
I wish I could fly
And sit on a cloud.

I lie on the grass
Watching the birds
Flying in the sky.
I wish I could fly
And sit on a cloud.

How great would it be
If I could lie on a cloud
And be freed from the cage of my life?
I wish I could fly
And sit on the cloud.

I lie on the grass
Watching the clouds
Passing by in the peaceful sky.
I hear the storms coming
And soon the thunder bolt strikes.

Sometimes, sometimes
I feel my heart breaking,
Like the thunderbolts breaking the peaceful sky.
I feel like running away from my life,
Like running away from the storm.

However I know
And I am sure
That there is always sunshine
Coming after the storm
Which shines behinds the white clouds.

I still wish I could fly
And sit on a cloud.
But I now know that
Sun always comes up
After the big, big storm.

PILOT by Kina

I am a pilot.

I fly
In different weather and situations.

I fly through the clouds,
Feels like flying through
Jumbles of cotton candy.

I fly through the thunder,
Feels like going through the strong and sudden flash light!
It makes me shiver like a mobile phone,
Hope I don't pee on my pants…

The weather has so many different faces
That can control my feelings.

Often,
There is blue sky~~
I can see what’s going on down under my plane.

I can see green grass
With buzzing bees.
BUZZZZ~

I can see people put their hands up,
Pointing at my plane.

I can see sweet smiles
From small kids.

I can see the world!!

That’s why I love to fly!!!

The Journey of Love by Amira

The Journey of Love 

The beauty of a rose is to be respected,
Yet stray too close to be affected,
By the stinging thorns of evil,
A cut could easily be lethal,

The feeling you have could start out new,
Like the bud of a rose as it grew,
Your mind, your actions and your heart,
Blinded by this loving part,

Because love is like a rubber band,
Two people holding different ends,

Stretching and stretching,
Farther apart,

Until one person finally lets go,
And the person left holding it gets hurt the most.

Meeting Friends in the Mountains by Tony

Thunder by Seth

Thunder

 

A cool mist sprays down,

Hostile clouds loom darkly,

Fiendish thunder strikes.

A Lifelong Friendship by Ji Hye

A Lifelong Friendship

Even though friends are in different directions,

They are all memorable friends.

 

Best friends share their secrets,

They know many about you.

 

Best friends trust themselves forever,

They never leave your side.

 

Friends help when you fall.

Friends are the real support to you.

 

Friends are the warmth when your heart is cold,

Friends are the smile on your face.

 

Best mates are forever,

Best mates can’t be forgettable in your whole life.

So What Does the Universe Taste Like by Annie Sun

<< So What Does Universe Taste Like? >>

So, what does universe taste like?

I bet it tastes like ice cream, said one of the children.

No! I think it taste like fruits, argued one of the children.

Universe MUST taste like chips, shouted the boy.

More and more children joined the conversation.

 Arguing becomes more and more intense.

They huddled in a big circle, and reasoned with each other.

They debated loudly about their own opinion.

But one stood away from them, far away from them.

They called her the “lonely orphan”.

She looks lost like she doesn’t belong in this planet.

Your father died, your father died!

They would usually tease her like that.

She is always in silence.

Her father did die in space a few years ago.

Her father leaves a hole of pain in her heart.

What do you think universe taste like?

Asked one of the children.

I think it taste like the tears of my father,

Said Livy.

 

Summer by Gauri

How to Make a Haiku by Erica Boland

How to make a Haiku
by Erica Boland

Five syllables here,

Seven syllables right here,

I made a Haiku.