Welcome to our Betcha’ Can’t Haiku 2023 Contest. We are looking for the best Haiku we have ever read! It can be on any topic or written in any style. We want to read your haikus. We are double-dog daring you to write a haiku, even write 5 haiku and leave them in the comments below. We will read every word written here. We will judge them, and we just Betcha Can’t post a Haiku here for us to read.
The prize this time is not a cash prize. We are giving 1 ad for a month in our sidebars and a post on all of our social media accounts, Pinterest, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram, an email blast of over 40,000. You can promote anything as long as it is writing-related. We hope you want to promote your book.
We are looking for Haiku poetry from now until June 15. The winner of this contest will get ad space on our site, bragging rights, and more. The Haiku will also be published on Every Day Poems and get a link from our front page.
Rules:
- Follow the Haiku form 5,7,5
- You can enter as many times as you want
- Must be posted below in the comments
- It can be on any topic…
- The deadline is June 15, 2023
- An announcement will be on June 25.
Winnings
- Get a winner announcement on our site.
- Get social media promos
- Get an email blast
- Get an ad on our front page for 1 month
- Get bragging rights
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Post your Haiku below in the comments. I am excited about reading these. Let’s have fun!
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Pink flowers like lace,
Drop! To the clean wooden floor
The vase is naked.
clouds crossing the moon
a sudden shift in the wind
nothing lasts but change
Yes quite true – nicely done
This is very nice!
Tonight the sky glows
The stars sparkle and the moon glows
The sky is alight tonight.
January light
Stone-yellow castle guarding
Periwinkle skies
the blue tit’s eyestripe –
from the great calligrapher
a stroke of a brush
Beauty all around
Colors so vibrant and bold
It never grows old.
Eternity glimpsed,
Heart hollowed, empty breath,
Blue, if not for you
*my empty breath
Sorry!
You can rewrite it complete if you like. You can enter the contest as many times as you like.
utumn worn—wind torn
the last blooms of Queen Anne’s lace
soon, an early frost
Autumn worn—wind torn
the last blooms of Queen Anne’s lace
soon, an early frost
*Sorry, it cut off the first letter of Autumn.
whispering autumn…
mist rings, chalk the morning sky
dazzling copper tree
cartwheels on the grass
turn around and do a split.
and then hug and kiss.
I, food for the worms
Worms become food for the birds
birds, beauty and song
Give him the side eye,
with the fake ass smile,
For you are not fool.
a vast blue army…
troopers prayed the falling stop
sign of the bright sun
I almost can feel movement and anticipation of something about to occur. Beautifully written and quite poignant.
Groundhog no shadow seen
where is winter where is spring
scurry back inside
Pulling your finger
pointing to express myself
listen to Autism.
Charming, witty, smooth
seduction, gaslighting, trust
Narcissistic bond
Lawn service quote please
My wife just died, too
See if you take bait
Traveling, yet lost
laughter, smiling bond
birds chirping- goodbye?
Love at first sight, Fall
pamper feet, lavendar scent
I can’t commit now!
the silhouetted trees
will frighten even the birds
in an eerie scene
white canvas, empty
my rainbow filled brush, ready
future masterpiece
forever cyclic
the seasons touch each other
a kiss poetic
beginnings concern
conditional surrender
with morning coffee
catching fireflies
fun childhood pastime is spent
releasing the light
climbing the towers
ivy conquers the balance
while chasing the sun
virgin’s tears pouring,
glistening waterfalls spilled
into deep blue fonts
a youngish såli
with an eye towards the welkin
rings in the darkness
Note: The Micronesian starling (Aplonis opaca), or såli in CHamoru, can be found in Micronesia, The Northern Marianas, and Palau.
Jump up and down !
while whistling your favorite tune.
To then dropping it: like it’s hot.
In Nerdle, a guessing game similar to Wordle, you must create a simple mathematical equation using symbols and numbers. Wordle and Nerdle have one thing in common: you have a total of six chances to guess the right response.
Jumping up and down,
while whistling to that song .
drop it like it’s hot !
i chålan kåskao…
burning to be while dreams form
a huge red circle
The definition of “chålan kåskao” [Chamorro, the native language of The Marianas (U.S.A.)] is “gravel road” in English.
pink river dolphin
oil from seeds repel a pinch
pennies in a bag
dark energy form
yet unknown matter of course—
the dollar builds up
a husky sled dog—
collar of baby blue beads
falls on her black gown
Consumed by a love
Never reciprocated.
Rose from strength within.
dance down the aisle,
at the super market place.
when you hear that tune .
Gave you a scratch off
For your birthday and you won
A mil and ran off.
My coon hound slept by
the campfire as a raccoon
ate from her dig dish.
Just watching you sleep,
Tells me our love moves .
It passes the rest
a trellis of hearts
of golden ideals spoken
words of our forebears
dragon-in-waiting
fits in the male right hand side
beaky face gecko
stretched across the land
shrinking tides flow away
birthing cliffs behind
Sorry it was meant to read …
stretch across the land
shrinking tides flow away
birthing cliffs behind
dinner caught in fog
together at the table
Tafelberg wonder
hiding preaching gone
unforgiven smiling on
lies they tell us all
I stuck out my tongue
now envy and jealousy
has a hold on me.
Fear paralyses
it can stop me in my tracks
also makes me run
a glimmer of hope
illuminates a dark time
a reason to strive
Can’t separate,
The envy and jealousy,
Now look at you.
At the gate’s screeching
Royalty represents her
Ascending mud paws
I am a fierce leaf
Fiercely tattered with tattoos
Of “never better”
Two bad mice trash house,
Feisty rodents versus dolls
With birth they mellow .
My electric car,
Silent but for hum it glides
The Planet’s savior?
Blood on land and sea,
The price of hate and power,
Only love can heal.
This is truly real,
power and hate lack this truth,
through blood we can heal.
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Arctic fox so sly,
White coat hiding him from sight,
Stealthily eyes prey.
March…to Your Own Beat!
And Take the Fork in the Road!
All Roads Lead to Roam!
Mind over body
Freedom over society
Her body and her life
the White-crowned Sparrows
migrating south for winter…
touristy snowbirds
Awake in the dark
Hear lights and see sounds
Yet my pulse is mute
Petals gathering
Blanket below the pear tree
White satin snowflakes
Hear lights and see sounds
Loved ones whisper in
my ears. Through the flutter of
bronze butterfly wings.
A butterfly lands
on my cheek, a fragile kiss
from my gone mother.
Kiss the raindrop soon
Caress the solemn moonbeams
Dance under the glass.
Glass castle shines bright
In the figment of the night
A stone’s throw breakup.
a bird at cliff’s edge
has no waver in its step-
confidence of flight
just like that they’re gone
swept away effortlessly-
it’s nature’s shell game
nature’s violins
an orchestra of crickets-
large-mouth bass delight
a single frog croaks
lily pad with eyes alert-
water is rippling
seconds, minutes, hours
there is no capture of time-
that you’re not with me
Snow falls on black rock
This shattered body lies gentle
What little remains
*Correction*
Snow falls on black rock
Shattered body lies gentle
What little remains
A sandcastle stood
by the sea until the waters
came forth to claim it
broken pottery —
my soul, waiting to return,
to an ancient spring
opportunities —
lost, in the passing of time;
withered daffodils
December on the Mountain:
Crunch beneath my boot
Sledding without any care
Sunshine blinds my eyes
February Thaw:
Creek slides by the ice
Weeping willow bending down
Blades reaching upwards
Trauma, amnesia
I forget to pay you back
Can I borrow please?
Broken, abandoned
Yet I choose to love again
Six months; you leave me
You hurt me, sorry
So, it happens all the time
Can we just be friends?
Fading sun drifting
Squirrels chasing each other
Music shaking panes
Happy birthday Dad
Blow out all your candles now
What is your name son?
Bluejay perched on limb
Bough bends with soft breeze blowing
Cat clawing at trunk
Full term birth today
Swaddle in hand-sewn blanket
Tomorrow, goodbye
High school prom tonight
photos, videos, friends, fun
last dance we will have.
stuttering each word
bullying scars in my mind
best vocalist won
love me with black eye
promise me no more this time
listen to you preach
The night-owl crows
Darkness cast its mantle
Earth is silent again
mountains everywhere
the alpinist falls in love
with the mightiest
waited the whole night
to see you again O La
in the morning light
onto a lake’s screen
images change the whole day
darling attitude
toddler and ducklings
unaware of who they are
play with heart and soul
the poor person’s house
behind that old calendar
the deeply cracked wall
life’s a conundrum
be the lighthouse, or the storm…
for those around you.//
life is a journey –
choose your soulmate, choose your friends,..
don’t ever give up.//
life is a moonbeam
contrasting with the darkness –
lighting up your path.//
life is a mountain;
rope, climbing shoes and warm clothes…
equal importance.//
life is a peanut
crunchy inside the shell, or
smooth peanut butter.///
The lust is aflame
Ready to unfold for you
I trust you, take me
The maple tree thinks
How did I make leaves last spring?
Pine says, “Ask the oak.”
A frozen cloud melts
Snow makes a dappled frosting
On blue moss cedars
Gentle souls, and kind
Pour golden syrup sweetly
Into hearts of warmth
Woman twirls her hair
Her thoughts wander into worlds
Bluer than this sky
lazy afternoon
slowly consuming the sweet
mango and kiwi
my side view mirror
you and I so much closer
than we should appear
Clouds darken, wind blows
Searching for shelter, we run
soaking wet, Achooo!
For I find no muse
This paper is blank and clean
No words shall be put.
Dusk resets our fails
Tomorrow shall be better
Dawn brings forth new chance
A vibrance! Forcing peeps through white- How silent.
amber-lit solitude
the softness with which
I remember you
Tallest evergreen
Still standing after the storm
My grandmother’s smile
After the fireflies
The brightest stars are shining
In his daughter’s eyes
“Do flowers have friends?”
The little boy’s dad tells him
About butterflies