Tick. It was over
Freedom lost without a fight
Midnight rang the bell

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, moral decay consumes all
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Tick. It was over
Freedom lost without a fight
Midnight rang the bell
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, moral decay consumes all
The screams are haunting
The sights burn into your mind
The smells overwhelm
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, three senses of tragedy.
String falls from above
A puppet stumbles, silence
Another rises
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, the show must go on.
Water fills the hole
My shovel digs out wet sand
Water fills the hole
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, determination rules the day.
Ready to rumble
The boxers stand toe to toe
One punch, it’s over
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, knockout.
The last breath exhaled
A painful struggle over
Relief and sorrow
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, the guilt of relief.
Eyes close to darkness
Sleep awaits in the distance
Thoughts get in the way
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a mind wanders.
Gray returns today
Yellow flowers shrivel up
Spring still weeks away
In this haiku, winter persists.
Winter’s gray broken
Rays of life warm the planet
Yellow flowers bloom
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, color signals spring is near.
Scars of a planet
Scabbed by concrete and asphalt
Homes lost, nature cries
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, habitat lost.