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Exploring the Art of Haiku: A Journey into Creative Writing
Introduction to Haiku Haiku is a remarkable form of poetry that encapsulates deep emotions and vivid imagery within just a few lines. Originating from Japan, this poetic style typically consists of three lines with a syllable pattern of 5-7-5. Unlike other forms of poetry, haiku invites writers to distill their thoughts and observations into a…
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Exploring the Art of Poetry: A Beginner’s Guide
Understanding Poetry Poetry is a unique form of literature that expresses emotions, ideas, and stories through creative language. It transcends conventional writing styles, allowing poets to use rhythm, imagery, and metaphor in ways that resonate deeply with readers. By exploring different poetic forms, such as sonnets, free verse, and haikus, writers can find their own…
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winter morning
Crisp and frozen air,White snow blankets all the trees.Nature falls asleep.
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summer breeze
Line of gentle warmth,Dancing through the open door,Whispering of peace.
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the old pond
An old silent pond…A frog jumps into the pond,Splash! Silence followed.
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the silent valley
the hills are scarred by crimson stains,silence echoes thru’ northern plains.the wounds and blood have bleed the night,my world torn up by fading light. a shadow falls across the doors,the streets claim lives who are no more.enduring pains etched mother’s eyes,beneath the weight of heavy skies. can you overrun this tide of grief?every moment offers…
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the masked intent
they walk in light with face so kind,leaving the shadows of heart behind.an angel’s smile through heat of day,hiding their traps; they set the way. when dusk arrives the sun sinks low.the secret face begins to show.the game is played with hidden hand.upon a shifting, hollow sand. they do not walk by rules we know.where…
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the Zo martyrs
with precision, a target set,by an order hidden beneath;then wooden blow, or iron brand,the street becomes a slaughterhouse. deep malice stained all thru’ the plain.where Zo blood spilled echoes thru’ age.deep memories did beat the heart.this silence etched the truth we bore let the weary souls find their rest,within a calm and quiet place.this storming…
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old cave
sometimes i felt like i am stuck.in deep dungeon; but also dark.a voice calls me; and it asks me–“is this the place you want to be?” “…i said but no; i can’t be here”.it’s wild and bare; a plato’s cave!with old cave mind by the fire;it can’t hold me any longer. i took that road;…
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insecure
we live within a shadowed wall,the fear of fear begins to fall.a restless mind in search of light,through heavy hours of the night. if every act is born of grace,then peace will find its rightful place.for as we sow a gentle deed,our hearts are freed from every greed. not for the gold or skies above,but…