Haiku Poems | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

Haiku is a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5, traditionally evoking images of the natural world. In English poetry, haiku is a poem in haiku form.

Below are 13 haiku poems by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu for his 365 Days Poetry Challenge.

POEM 178: African Lady

stunning ebony

mascot of rare melanin

black is perfection

POEM 179: Eyes

her eyes beams fireflies

fluttering in empty belly

illuminating

POEM 180: Endy

Endy, unaware

I admired her vain mystery

hid behind pink clouds

POEM 181: Black Boy

there is a black boy

with red earth in his boy palm

molding it into dreams

POEM 182: Endy II

silvery, like the moon

floating by the orange sun

keeping warm, my dark.

POEM 183: Ebo

with fervor, she moans

tears that singe her forlorn face

leaving trails of hurt

POEM 184: Amina

you're crescent beauty,

daily I sing you're rouhi

Ya ‘Aburnee forever.

Glossary:

Ya ‘Aburnee (Arabic): You bury me or I wish to die for you.

Rouhi (Arabic): For my soul

POEM 185: Home

to all inviting, calls

for warmth and safety, victuals

home is everything

POEM 186: Comfort

Spring azure allure,

drinking in adulation

but clouds hid it all

POEM 187: Cold Flames

I was in the flame,

heaven was cold and frozen

I died peacefully

POEM 188: The Fall

A misty morning -

lust in the air, Eve unaware

one bite and man fell

POEM 189: Peace

water runs underneath

dolphins swimming with the current

life snail moving along

POEM 190: On Track

Parched throat and sprained soles,

Scorching sun rays, baked words

poetry sizzling still

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