Afternoon of February 8, 2025

confessional

the poet marginalised

in ink

~Joanna Ashwell

Poetry Sale

meaning

two for one

~Noah Berlatsky

five o'clock shadow / uncle haiku is asleep / whiskers no difference

~Charles A. Perrone

provocat(eur)ive

thought provok(ateur)ing

~Jerome Berglund

bonbons a-go-go

morning after

a stray sequin languishes

on the tip of my tongue

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

the BFG

facing the window

of fairytales

~Joanna Ashwell

component moon

the oral history

of mousetraps

~Jerome Berglund

absence of doubt

the poisoned chalice

we swallow with a yawn

~Robert Witmer

Narcissus

Stone white lilies

Too good for truth

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

turning off the news

sick of all the lies

I struggle to breathe

~Jennifer Gurney

a certain

sociopathy that

checks boxes

~Jerome Berglund

Two comrades

Reminds me

The frightened pariah-dog

That I am also fleeing.

~Partha Sarkar

dissolvable sutures

heart of stone

cupid aims

for my womb

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

ribbon

man's invention

of a butterfly

~Tejendra Sherchan

migrating birds so long since they learned how

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

a touch floating on a lazy lake

~Vijay Prasad

solar wind chimes cosmic karaoke

~John H. Dromey

he {{stereo}} types 75 words a minute

~Keith Snow

reminding us of unfinished business bookmarks

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

bedeviled eggs

breaking news

the chili butter

fears deportation

~Terri L. French/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

skating rink

slipping on something

more comfortable

~Jerome Berglund

 

 

 

Morning of February 6, 2025

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

midnight––

their car doors sounding

like divorce

~Robert Epstein

crushed seashells

glisten in moonlight

the shapes of pain

~Stephanie Zepherelli

Valentine decision

to hell with it

she Dear Johns them all

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

invisible webs

caught in lies

we tell ourselves

~Stephanie Zepherelli

 

 

 

the romance

I thought would last forever

now washed up

awaiting

the next tide

~wanda amos

frogs on fire

white lies

pants sizzle

in an old pond

~Roberta Beach Jacobson/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

dejà vu

it’s turtles

all the way down

~Joshua St. Claire

his last request

a packet of cigarettes

in his coffin

on his grave

a tobacco bush

~wanda amos

snuck cigarette

the end

we never expected

~Joshua St. Claire

birdshit

denied nomination

as if a poet

were no more than his tail

~Jean-Paul Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

if

only

poetry

could

drown

out

~Noah Berlatsky

October night––

the cricket gets in w/o

a background check


~Robert Epstein

an old woman

with headscarf and pearl earring

looks back at herself

~Wendy Beach

just now a girl's

long headscarf crossing:

the light changes

~Sherry Reniker

ordinary nori

embracing the chip

in her chopsticks

expired squid salad

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

gas station fried chicken

a methhead smiles to reveal

the crescent moon


~Joshua St. Claire

black plastic trash bag

by the side of the highway

the who’s-in-it

~Joshua St. Claire

Send your short poems to noon poetry this month!

https://noonpoetry.com/guidelines/

Morning of February 5, 2025

 

                                                                                                                Buzzed

                                                                                                   ~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pacemaker

signs of slowing down

on the sidewalk

~Herb Tate

buddha's footprint

the shape of

my shoe

~Herb Tate

poetry clang

or my other plan...

snowbell

~Herb Tate

quantum physics exam

all my answers

keep changing

~John J. Dunphy

winter in.  con.  trol

Helios rests much longer

‘til spring grabs the reins

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

escaped hyenas and other problems

~Nicholas De Marino

Her conclusion was that love and mental illness may be difficult to tell apart.

                                 (Found poem in an English textbook)

~Nicholas De Marino

methodology

going from the right here

to a wrong there

~M. R. Pelletier

dumping site

behind a state department

pebbles of all sizes

~Tejendra Sherchan

cold day in Hell

polar vortex

from D.C.

~dan smith

what a marshmallow in the hand is worth

campfire smoke

a fair price

for the brownie badge

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

freaky cheetos

from the bag

on the cupboard shelf

cries of rapture

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Robert P. Moyer

Closing February 28: humana obscura anthology

https://www.humanaobscura.com/anthology

Hedgerow open until February 19

https://hedgerowhaiku.com/submissions/

Closing February 9: Haiku Calendar Competition (fee)

https://www.snapshotpress.co.uk/contests/thcc/entry_guidelines.htm

Afternoon of February 2, 2025

Open all of February: https://tinywords.com/submit

first time ever in my dream giraffe

~Tejendra Sherchan

ratting the mongoose year of the snake

~Rashmi VeSa

antidote of all venoms honey badger

~Tejendra Sherchan

even inside

the dragon’s belly

it is spring

~Noah Berlatsky

'til death do us part —

my very last words

to the mosquito

~Mark Meyer

five fleas

one minute on the dog

then they're gone

~Mark Meyer

15-yard dash

the pesky cockroach

wins by a hair

~Mark Meyer

a hare shy

on the other side

of the looking glass

Alice’s transition

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Terri L. French

ethical doubts

date night

the lobster’s

handcuff collection

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

beloved escargot

second edition

the posthumous success

of a bard

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

chest-deep

in the city sewer

chocolate dreams

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

crocodile eyes

smiling in the bayou

I wake in your jaws

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Martian slugs

heartless romantics whose love

songs swept the system

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

It Still Rains

in the market place

almost every day-

It's a blue metallic rain

and it's always fresh

with a salty after taste-

So it's hard to see the ghosts

that float just out of reach

but stay still

you will feel their gentle push

toward the light of brighter days

~dan smith

The excitement

Of a new coffee mug

In the morning

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

ground truthing grief in the field of loss

~Rashmi VeSa

the past participle of I in the past tense of self

~Rashmi VeSa

moss post-truth particle

~Rashmi VeSa

the day stares at me passing by

~Vijay Prasad

Open all of February: 

http://www.chrysanthemum-haiku.net/en/submission-guidelines.html