Haiku's

So, these are haiku's that I wrote with other people. Just thought I'd post them.😊

Like A Woman

The ocean of love
The Stars of Care
The heart full of compassion

'Like A Woman'
by Rajanya, MöhÏt & stormkathleen
Made in the HaikuJAM app

Late Night Thoughts

Every night I think about
You; the one so sweet, pure, and
Innocent; you complete my soul

By: Stormigale Kathleen Burke

(Stormkathleen)

(Title and idea from Haiku Jam)

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Your Own Life

You'll never please people, so
Stop trying to, just live for yourself
Take back your own life
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Your Own Religion

Live for yourself , believe in
And worship whoever you want, nobody can
Force you to be them
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The Boy Who Lived Down the Street

   There was a boy who lived down the street. He was my best friend. We were inseparable. He was taller than most boys our age, had dark hair, and brown eyes. His name was Billy Warren. Billy was a brave boy. He wasn't afraid of anything. He always spoke his mind about everything but in a polite way. He was kind, caring, and always had my back. I remember when some neighborhood boys harassed me, Billy showed up to defend me.
   I could never defend myself. I was the shy and timid boy that no one wanted to be around or friends with. I was short, wore glasses, and was a straight A student. I was lonely. Nobody wants to be friends with a nerd, but Billy overlooked that. He didn't care if I was a nerd, and he always protected me from bullies. Wherever I was, he was always there. He was like a brother to me.
   One day, Billy and I decided to go swimming in a river that ran downstream, just beyond some nearby woods. It had rained the day before, and I was worried that the river was going to be higher than usual, but Billy insisted.
"It will be fine. I know how to swim. You don't have to worry about me," he said.
He never worried about anything. That was mainly me, but I reluctantly agreed to go, despite my gut feeling. We finally reached the river. I was right it was higher and faster than usual. Billy didn't care. He was getting ready to jump in. I protested and tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen to me. He just jumped right in. I watched as he went under. I didn't see him for a long time, and I started to worry; but After a while, he came up.
He said,"I told you I was a great swimmer. You worry too much, you big goof."
Just then, he went under again. I waited for him to come back up and tease me again, but he didn't. Finally, I saw him some, distance away from where he went under, waving his arms at me. I watched horrified as the raging current swept my best friend away from me. I got scared and ran all the way home.
   They found his body 2 miles downstream. The officials said he lost his footing and drowned. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left him there. I should have done something to help him. He was my best friend, and I let him die. His death is and always will be on my conscience. It happened 15 years ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. Shared with https://goo.gl/9IgP7