Let's write a senryu together - Part 1

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Let's write a senryu together - Part 1
Panic on the brain
Is this really who I am
Dust off this old soul
 
He said I was bad.
Whispering, he branded me.
His voice smiled that word.
 
He said I was bad.
Whispering, he branded me.
His voice smiled that word.
That's a strong one Alex!
Very poetical, more than that... so painful.
Thank you.
 
I can still feel him
Pulsing behind my navel
Just as he promised.
 
@AlexBoyd
There's so much in the small poem that's not being said.
I can feel this, and understand.
 
I felt him staring
I learned to read the meaning
That was his intent
Oh wow @LRD
that sounds so familiar, I recognize it.
A beautiful senryu.
 
he buried feelings
under snow, suffocated
waiting to be saved
 
The long Winter past
Guarded shoots burst forth for Love
Here is my flower

Perhaps I have blurred the lines between haiku and senryu here.
 
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The long Winter past
Guarded shoots burst forth for Love
Here is my flower

Perhaps I have blurred the lines between haiku and senryu here.
Oh this is beautiful @Induna
Blurring lines? It doesn't matter, we don't do proper haiku or senryu, it's more the pleasure of creating something together that counts!
 
@Darren White this thread is definitely a good one. I find so much to feel and think about. The inspiration alone has a lasting effect over me. Thank you @everyone for sharing your courage here, I am grateful for these expressive poems here on MS. I can't yet get into full poetry without naturally triggering SI, but these senryu are slowly, taking my hand and walking me into the warm light. And my breath falls short of fainting. Love you guys
 
@Darren White this thread is definitely a good one. I find so much to feel and think about. The inspiration alone has a lasting effect over me. Thank you @everyone for sharing your courage here, I am grateful for these expressive poems here on MS. I can't yet get into full poetry without naturally triggering SI, but these senryu are slowly, taking my hand and walking me into the warm light. And my breath falls short of fainting. Love you guys
You know? Poetry is what you want it to be. It doesn't need to go so deep that it triggers you. You can also write about something you like and what makes you smile. And what you say, take it slowly, hold our hands and enjoy as much as you can.
 
I am an android
held together by wire
and a crazy brain
 
Am I weak to seek
Redemption for the damaged?
The "Real World" is shit.
 
I was born this way
Strong chest, arms, legs, all of him
My true sweet desire
 
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