Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
you expected much
of me, but myself, not so,
and you lost the faith.
we were expecting.
no, not that, but a future.
due date never came.
expecting is too
passive — taking aggressive —
so here I sit, numb.
expect me to fail;
it’s a guarantee when the
self’s low on esteem.
expect is too much
pressure; I crumble before
its awesome power.
expect delays, I’m
directionless, lost in fog,
the runway unseen.
with my depression,
I expect more bad days than
the fleeting good ones.
with anxiety,
I expect everything, and that’s
always the downfall.
the bee expected
to be late to the flower,
so he buzzed ahead.
lion had three things
to expect: red meat, sleep, and
mating for children.
