h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I weep for a hand
Whose sweet familiar touch
Is lost in shadows.

( nv: 14 )

It is biting and rusty-
dry autumn wind on my bones


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Are we going to try and make these continuous and related or just in structure order?

I look to the sky,
Wishing for the spring rain of
Beloved's laughter.

(be-love-ed)--3 syllables, not be-loved, which is 2)

I don't care, but will assume the first until told otherwise.

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The dark night suffocates me
With blankets of loneliness.

nv 17

Your love unheaded.
Falls abused among dead leaves.
Unrequited love.

As this thread has been silent for a looong while, I suggest we go back to calling new topics after each poem. If you wish you can always continue with the love theme...but as it's as dead as the love mentioned above, I don't think that's likely.

New Topic: Overtime

All love, over time,
Lies headless among the leaves.
Silence decaying.

nt. Optimism

the optimist. birds
spring from his eyes, but
at the cost of tomorrow

nt: the wind

Wind, haunting my eyes
Causing hair to stand on end
Looking like a witch

nt: ocean

This is my first attempted haiku, so lets see what happens...

To survive at sea,
One must look at the fishes,
They can drink the water.

I think thats right.

New Topic: Bells

Hi murifri,

forgive an old haiku slogger for pedantry, but your last line has one syllable too many.It would read just as well as:
"they can drink water."

So, "Bells"?

A robin twitters,
blackbirds shrill and a bell rings,
in perfect silence.

nt: silence.

This is my first go here too, how do i join properly?

silence: how i wish
my flatmates would just shut up
their midnight music

next topic: football

football. people run
up and down a pitch, kicking
the elusive ball.


Carrots

They called me "carrots,"
when I was just a small boy
with curly red hair.

nt: carrots

On your wedding day
dress beehives in white ribbon
and plant new carrots


New topic: bees

Her hat was buzzing,
As was her busy brain with
Bees in her bonnet.

nt: something blue

I want clear sky now
enough weighty thunder clouds
show me something blue

nt: cinnamon

She slipped her bare arm
through mine, the sun gave her skin
a cinnamon tint.

nt: pasta

Steam of fresh pasta
Writhing around my fork in
child's delightful shapes

nt: dust

Dust to dust? I'll die,
and then who will care about
all my proud dusting?

nt: silk

That summer evening
under the mulberry tree
we lay robed in silk


nt: wool