2025 American Haikus

2025 American Haikus

The long ago of yesterday
lingers like wind
softly whispering memories
I still can touch.

Did she stop loving me or
did I not hold on hard enough,
in the end,
does it even ever matter.

Every streetlamp hides a story
we wish more than anything could just be forgotten.
I thought I would love you
but some things can’t be learned.

The thing about Coyote,
he calls those with unburdened souls last.
That’s the certain beauty in sadness,
the way sun struggles to pierce a fire’s smokey haze.

Even if I wanted to,
I don’t have a way
to explain any of this to anyone,
including myself.

I’ll always be a romantic cherishing love over money,
an accidental idealist refusing to be engulfed or enslaved
by darkness and hatred. The lost enigma God made of me
and for that I write to repay my debt.

Standing on the lonely ledge of truth
is a pretty dang darn
good time to ask
what the hell’s going on.

When caught off guard
in a high desert storm,
rain you waited for
never seems to stop.

The sane thing is, dear one,
only you can save me.
Only I keep forgetting,
you don’t love me anymore.

I don’t care how long it takes
or how much suffering I must endure,
my heart and soul are destined for you
and that’s all I need to know.

I love you,
I just can’t be
in love with you.
Don’t make me explain why.

She said she loved me
but couldn’t be in love with me.
Said it in a way I’m certain
she actually expected me to understand.

I’ll never learn
to love
if I am afraid
to cry.

I know why she did
the things she did,
but some things dear one,
are not for paint or for canvas.

If it weren’t for voyeurs
casting coffins of conclusion
we wouldn’t know who won the war,
or even that we were at war.

The same blue sky
providing an uneven panoramic
on our canvas
hovers like forgotten heaven.

I concede to your wish
that I accept
the wonderful love we shared
is dead. . .

I surrender to your wishes
and tearfully accept,
the forever love we shared
is dead. . .

I’m mostly trying to be okay,
but am not gonna lie,
inside I’m silently falling apart
and not ready to be alone.

The distance calls me close
but I dare not come
on account of it maybe might be
Coyote disguised as fate.

The quiet divinity of dawn
conjures reticent remnants of our past
breathing hope
into happiness.

The quiet divinity of dawn conjures reticent remnants of
our past to breathe hope into happiness,
leaving my anxious heart to quietly whisper,
“am I worthy of being loved?”

I want to hold you in
the piñón embers of
my twilight soul to
feel the tenderness of your touch.

I want to hold you in the piñón embers
of my twilight soul,
feel the tenderness of your touch
syncopate in rhythms devoid of desperation.

I love you at the risk of falling short
of your dreams and expectations.
I need to know you love me too,
only that can quell my many fears.

How do I tell
someone like him
about
someone like you.

Truth takes a tumble
whenever I try
to tell someone like him
about someone like you.

You’re a gift of kismet,
the destiny I’ve waited for,
only I don’t know how to
ask you to love me.