Haiku Hall of Fame.

These are a few of my favorite Haikus I've written throughout the years. I understand that English Haikus do not have to fit 5-7-5, but I think you can make some great poems with that structure.

“Who are you?” he asks
“I hardly know,” I reply,
“I’ve changed since morning.”



Endless multiverse,
I hope I got to love you
at least once, somewhere.



Recently, a mix
of unbridled emotion
made my room messy.



We live at talk length.
I wish I could pull you close
and live at whisper.



This ramshackle home
the wind passes through its cracks
but it won’t shiver.



“I am special, right?”
“I'm not like all the others?”
I know the answer.



Your eyes are so bright
Can I find the big dipper?
No, that's an airplane.



February tears
Are they from me or the sky? <
it’s too hard to tell.



A sidewalk splatter
a mess you can't recognize,
an artist long gone.



“Why are you staring?”
“you,” I say, “are an angel”
She smiles, and stares back.



A brown moth flutters
A crying face sits shiny
A blind man won’t tell.



Your gross, meaty neck
I want to squeeze it until
you turn red and die.



Gaze your eyes of glass,
and I just can’t understand
why you’re so zoomed in.



Loop within a loop-
think of you in thoughts of you
all time, all the time.



The trees are naked
The branches are long and bare
Monkeys love winter.



This computer fan
he’s been spinning for days now
he’s probably tired.



Wish you’d hate me, not
watch me contemptuously,
not look with pity.



Wish we existed
in a world, with me and you
and nobody else.



By the fire with you,
cheese and crackers by our toes,
stretched across the glow.



Gram’s buns--warm brown bread;
she baked her voice into them.
I hear her singing.



Spring is making shine
of my spot marks, stains and dirt,
all my aching cracks.



To look and get close
to linger a little, heart
beat heartbeat heartbeat.



The way the sun hits
makes you to a painting that
hasn’t yet been made.



When I don’t like you
I want you; when I’m with you
hate is so fickle.