Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
depression, lunchroom
bully, tells me to pay up.
I empty pockets.
depression, lunchroom
bully, I pay with my life,
and it’s not enough.
Every day, I
pay the sun for more sunshine
hoping that it lasts.
Every day, I
pay the dark cloud to drift from
my field of vision.
I hit the pay dirt
daily, knees scabbed over, and
only tattered rags.
pay to play in life,
but my hands come up empty,
life takes anyway.
With us, when it came
time to pay the Pied Piper …
Procrastinated.
I was a beggar
in the streets, my cup out, said:
Pay me with love, please.
Books pay me to read
them, with pithy mouths and paged
teeth, begging for me.
Bee pays the flower
with honey, and flower likes
that arrangement fine.
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