Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a series of five Haiku set at the same event, exploring the five senses: sight, smell, sound, touch, taste.
A Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines that generally do not rhyme, with a syllabic structure of 5-7-5.
Writings
The Five Senses Of The Forest
**SIGHT:**
The sighting Celestial body
Lighting up the sky with bright stars.
The sight of moths in the sky.
**SMELL: **
The fumes of earthy greens freshly cut on the ground with life sprouting near.
The scent of life filling my nose with pleasure-fullness.
There is not much more to ask for becuse this is substance for mere me.
**SOUND:**
Critters cries are heard in the leafy green garden wit...
The Wake
We’re all wearing black
And nobody looks happy
We’re all sad you’re gone
Muffled sobs come out
Intermittent from others
The loudest silence
The back of my throat
Is filling with acrid bile
I want to throw up
I feel the wood grain
Digging into my elbows
The pain distracts me
The air here is stale
It lingers inside my nose
The faint smell of death...
Senses Haiku
Sight
Your eyes like a diamond
and mine you say a midnight moon
look into each other forever
Sound
Your laughter shakes the trees
My laughter tinkling like bells around me
The two a perfect harmony
Taste
Your lips sweet on mine
Taste oddly of lavender and sweet vanilla
Happiness taste just like this
Smell
Your mohogany colone on leather
my fancy perfume on a cotton dress
Creating an utter...
Sight, Smell, Sound, Touch, Taste
**Sight:**
**Lanterns aglow, bright**
**Fireworks paint the night sky**
**Colors dance and fade**
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**Smell:**
**Smoky barbecue**
**Wafts through air thick with spices**
**Tempting aromas**
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**Sound:**
**Laughter and music**
**Mingle with distant thunder**
**Summer's symphony**
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**Touch:**
**Grass tickles bare feet**
**Breeze caresses heated skin**
**Cool droplets of rain**
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**Taste...
The Neighbor’s Garden
Little white flowers
Pop up in little neat rows
Soil glistens with dew
Aroma tickles
The senses, flower meets garlic
And mint, clove, basil
Every so often
Small bodies whizz past the ears
Black, yellow, buzzing
Raspberries from bush
Explode, tart, juicy and sweet
There’s no better bite
Plants are delicate
For the human touch, so we
Must tread carefully...
nice shot!
my coach and my team
girls practicing and stretching
green all around me
I take a long breath
the bright smell of fresh cut grass
fills my nose and heart
whoosh! as the ball soars
clink! as my ball hits the pin
nice shot! they tell me
the sweat on my palms
the short grass against my knee
as I read the break
a granola bar
to give me more energy
and minty lip balm...
One Year Here
(Already a year? Damn, time flies. Thanks everyone.)
A purple icon
As night closes in I read
Many creative words
I can basically
Smell the chaos from satire
And death from horror
I don’t hear noises
Besides the clicking letters
And my own breathing
I brush the words here
Imagining meeting you
Your words have saved me
A taste of a place
The far away unknown home
Safe haven for all....
The Ocean Awakes
Sand and some pebbles,
Mossy plants and large rough rocks,
Underneath my feet.
Salty water smell,
Bringing sweet memories,
With each slow inhale.
You Taste the water,
The salty familiar taste,
Coating your dry tounge.
Each bird sings a song,
The waves beat against the sand,
Children laugh and play.
The water deep blue,
The sand a calm hugh of Brown,
The Ocean awakes....
Sight Sound
Sight
Cherry blossoms fall,
Soft petals kiss the still pond—
Spring’s gentle embrace.
Sound
Whispering pines hum,
A distant owl calls at dusk—
Nature’s lullaby.
Taste
Bitter green tea sips,
Lingering warmth on the tongue—
Zen in every drop.
Touch
Silk kimono glides,
Cool breeze against warm skin—
Sensual delight.
Smell
Sweet plum incense burns,
Fragrant trails in temple air—
Memory’s perf...
The Fairgrounds
Blinded by the lights,
Surrounded by color, I
Find that I’m drawn in.
The savory scents:
Popcorn, hot dogs, and chicken bites,
Tantalize my nose.
My ears—assaulted
By the chatter and clanging
Machines—are ringing.
My clammy hands grasp
The horse’s metal mane as
It spins me around.
The soft, pink dessert
Melts away into nothing
On my tongue. Yummy!...