Anyone know what Haiku is? No? Well, today I’m going to tell you (well, actually The Change Revolution is going to tell you).
It is a type of poem, I think. Japanese.
I, personally, have never really found poetry easy. I know there are many types of poetry, some easier and some harder, but it’s not quite the same as simply writing.
What do you think of poetry? Do you have any to share? Read the post below, and comment.
Have a nice day!
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I really like the poem The Tyger by William Blake, and I just had to share it with you. You can read it below, in the author’s original writing. Enjoy!
The poem itself!
What do you think of it? Too old for your tastes, or us it just right?
Today I am sharing a poem with you today. It’s quite a nice one. Enjoy!
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Write a haiku about something that drives you nuts. Well, I am going to put some comments that people made first. Ok?
Oh where would I start
And oh my where would it end
Oh not a good idea.
Nice! Someone else wrote:
My dirty dishes
They linger in the kitchen
I despise the smell.
I think some people will agree with that one! And finally:
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
And now one of my own…
The world can be crazy
One or two things at a time
But I will survive
I don’t know whether that really worked… One more:
My brother is so mad
There can’t be a day without him
Though I like him really
All this haiku writing is making me tired. Time for a rest.
What would a haiku about what is driving you nuts be like?
UPDATE (14/04/2011): I have realised that the haikus I wrote aren’t actually haikus. I thought that it was 5 words, 7 words then 5 words. It is actually 5 syllables, 7 syllables and 5 syllables. Sorry!! You’ll have to do more in the comments to make up for my mistakes…
In honor of World Poetry Day (March 21st), I am sharing a poem by William Wordsworth:
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life’s common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Find out more about the great poet here: William Wordsworth