Historias de Haiku

Vuoi un assaggio dall'Ambrosia? Vieni qui affianco a noi... Poesie per tutti i tipi di persone immaginabili. E forse anche quelli inimmaginabili. -- Copertina creata da me. Immagine usata in copertina: Circe offre la coppa a Ulisse, John William Waterhouse, 1891.

✿❯────「✿」────❮✿ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. ❃𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 ✿❯────「✿」────❮✿

Your presence felt like being understood without having to explain.

I feel the tide beneath me, yet fire is what I become.

Haiku-length verses that invite us to wake up before it's too late. Highest ranks, #1 in Haikus, #1 in Enlightening, #1 in Naturalism, #1 in Reflecting, #24 among over 300,000 poetry collections.

Life. Death. Love. Hate. Money. Poverty. We live in a cruel world. The first collection of Haiku of John Ivan is here. Check it out!

In 2026 I challenged myself to write a haiku every day, in the morning. This is an archive of all of them, updated daily with a new poem. I am definitely not a poet, so apologies if they are amateurish. Thank you for reading!

/ Haiku - a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five / E N G L I S H • highest ranking #86 in Poetry - 07/21/17 COMPLETE ✔

I chose honor even when the cost was everything.

You crossed boundaries meant to protect you, only to find the monster they hid.

❝But I love you,❞ I whispered before my world shattered into pieces. He slammed the door right in front of me, leaving me all alone with my thoughts eating me alive. I know for sure that he will never ever come back. These are the things that we left unsaid, which resulted to self destruction. (featured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list - haiku)

Poems based on life, love, girl, boy and my inspiration

I spoke in colors when words were not enough.

a collection of haiku

Enjoy these poems that I've transferred here from my days writing on HubPages. I've selected my favorites before deleting the account, so you can only find them here.

This is a collection of poems about the moon and everything beneath it, but mostly about you.

A turn for each month, to help me cycle on.

I bloomed knowing beauty could still protect itself.

When you're in great emotion, brainstorm happens. And when brainstorm happens, you write a reflection of your soul — poetry.

Your memories aren't perfect. Poems from an Indian girl who struggles with emotions 🌸