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Winners announced here.
Write a haiku and post it in the comments section below. The haiku must adhere to the traditional parameters of a haiku to qualify and may be deleted if it does not. See traditional haiku requirements here. Note that a haiku is like a a painting of nature. If your 5-7-5 poem is focused solely on human nature and is more cynical or humorous, then it is technically a senryu, not a haiku. However, haiku do concern human activities in relation to nature. The required seasonal word can refer to seasonal sports, holidays, entertainment, gardening, housekeeping, or visits to special places. Although this contest is held in summer, haiku dealing with any season are acceptable.
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WHEN:
Now until Saturday August 28, 2021 midnight EST. Winners Announced September 5.
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WHO:
Anyone in the world, any age or background, may participate. From within the Society, anyone, including Advisory Board Members, not involved in judging the contest may participate. (If you are outside the United States, you will have to have a PayPal account or a bank that accepts U.S. checks to receive the prize money if you win.)
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WHAT:
Each entrant may submit up to three haiku. Must conform to traditional haiku rules above.
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WHERE:
Post your haiku in the comments section below.
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PRIZE:
$100.
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JUDGE:
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ENTRY FEE:
None
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EXAMPLES
See last year’s winning haiku here.
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my bestie’s garden—
we take turns making small talk
via snapdragons
Snapdragon’s listen…inspiring!
The leaves are falling:
hazelnut trees, now undressed,
shiver in the cold.
The grass is too wet.
Idle gardeners are glad:
no more lawn mowing.
freak warm wind, chinook,
scythe of spring, windrows of snow,
exposed earth startled
hummingbird wings beat
above red beebalm blossoms
without stirring air
nice yin vision of nature
Through the mountain tops, rocky, rugged, chilly air, picking chanterelles
Each page is Hellboy,
Read with warmth in my sunroom;
Tiled floor gently glows!
Dear my faithful friends
Thank you for your guys’ friendship
And for the support
Gardens spread around
Hidden smile on the morrow
Light shines carefree
Laughing of a star
Nature’s grasp across the seas
Tea’s brewing blissful
Sadness is my bliss;
when happiness leaves my home,
sadness becomes home
Racoon should share corn,
Yet does not know how to count…
Seventeen ears glare.
Three from me . . .
Purple lilac bloom
Surround me with your sweet scent
Ah, April again.
Think of it–the moon
With no light of its own
Bright as day tonight
Winter alpine stream
New ice sheets formed last night
Even at the bends
Nice Hiaku’s … like that middle one!
Sun warms the moon and the alpine winter is bitter cold! nice
Beauty hides too well;
it buries itself beneath,
but it never dies
The dogs are barking
Just as the moon is rising
Two genets prowling
The dogs are barking
A yellow moon is rising
My glass is empty
Final version:
The dogs are barking
A yellow moon is rising
Two genets prowling
The birds are quiet
Mother nature is sleeping
My glass is empty
Cat food on door step….
Raccoons, possums or the like?
Nope, frenzied seagulls!
They’ll eat anything! nice visual
Crushed leaves in autumn
And Winter’s frost forgotten
In warm Spring blossom
you’re cold blooded void
why did creation make you
beetles smother spin
Submission for the haiku contest:
Issa, tonight, you
hold the honored place at my
table, hungry fly.
Orion glimpsed
between my neighbor’s roof and mine:
Winter here again
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on the vast lake,
a single egret—small white mark
against so much blue
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The ease of these clouds—
as if summer is the only truth
of this world
Nice contemplative imagery, I am right there with you!
click of palmettos
in salt air–secrets hidden
behind their splayed fans
drenched tea leaves unfurl
scent of rose, orange, earth, moon–
my cup of dark stars.
frozen and fragile
desolation takes us when
the ivy shatters.
I love your poems. 🙂
Rising from the East
Sunlight coming out to please
Children wanting light
I love the sentiment that the sun is shining for the playing children.
Let’s hold hands and walk
Life, a rough terrain of thorns
Hear flowers whisper
Speaks to the necessity of friends to travers this ‘rough terrain’ nice
hot Kenyan summer
street vendors selling sweet fruits
often licking lips.
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chilly morning rain
suddenly the sun appears
spraying tepid beams.
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cold winter morning
kids of construction workers
bathing at the well.
Love rots in alleys
The promises are shattered
Still a bee bumbles
Summer gathering
Our family’s heirlooms
In grandma’s garden.
Can’t look my sheep in the eyes
Of his share, I consume my appetite
He always does, the reality is grim
Hole? in unusual places…