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The Only Love Haiku You’ll Ever Write Contest

This is a difficult contest. Honestly I don’t think a lot of writers will be able to do this one. If we get responses on this one, I’ll honestly be shocked. Welcome to our 2022 The Only Love Haiku You’ll Ever Write Contest. We call it this for a couple of reasons. 1. Writing love poetry is more difficult than most people think. 2. Writing a Love Haiku isn’t something a lot of writers spend much time doing these days. I guess I’m saying not only is it difficult, it’s also, in many cases, thankless. Se this contest can be your incentive. We are giving away 1 month of promos to the winner.

You haiku must be warm, moving, and it can even be a little sappy. If I get a tear in my eye from reading it, you’ve probably won.

-Poem must be 5,7,5
-Poem must about love, warm, moving.
-Haiku must be great.
-Enter as many times as possible.
-Deadline is May 1st 2022.
-Put the Haiku in the comments below.
-Include a title!

Make sure you at least include an email where we can get in touch with you.

The season for love is here, but we are running this until May, so entering early could help. A lot of people will be reading your poetry for the upcoming Love Day. So please write your best haiku. Post it below, and good luck.

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  1. Angelyn says

    January 29, 2022 at 9:05 pm

    Love sexy yet strong.
    Where comfort is found around,
    place there in a kiss .

    Reply
  2. Angelyn says

    January 30, 2022 at 6:22 am

    Love haiku

    Compassionate kind,
    with an understanding heart.
    That bond together.

    Reply
  3. Jules says

    January 31, 2022 at 10:09 am

    Only one?

    Reply
  4. Jules says

    January 31, 2022 at 10:11 am

    Oh… I see as many as we want…
    Very hard to read the commennt area, black on black…

    Reply
  5. Jules says

    February 1, 2022 at 8:22 am

    …years

    after forty years
    no one questions us, but then
    they thought we would last

    Reply
  6. Jules says

    February 1, 2022 at 8:23 am

    is love…

    is love difficult
    do you lack a working will
    humor is our glue

    Reply
  7. Jules says

    February 1, 2022 at 8:26 am

    aging…

    aging together
    our ultimate goal achieved
    Still, the love light burns

    Reply
    • Jules says

      February 1, 2022 at 8:27 am

      the ‘s’ in still should be lower case

      Reply
  8. Jules says

    February 1, 2022 at 8:48 am

    …my love

    writing of my love
    is not difficult, my eyes
    see only success

    Reply
  9. Jules says

    February 1, 2022 at 8:48 am

    we may…

    we may truly be
    individuals but we
    are a solid pair

    Reply
  10. Maid Corbic says

    February 1, 2022 at 12:47 pm

    red cuteness rose
    love in chests of Valentine’s
    hugs are included

    Reply
  11. dovebg says

    February 2, 2022 at 9:50 pm

    my second grade crush
    he had eyes for anther
    from second to 6th

    Reply
    • dove says

      February 2, 2022 at 9:54 pm

      title him

      Reply
  12. dove says

    February 2, 2022 at 9:51 pm

    my second grade crush
    he had eyes for anther
    from second to 6th

    Reply
  13. theindieshe says

    February 3, 2022 at 7:30 am

    A Heart break

    a heart break may scar
    a heart -undaunted it heals
    to love forever

    Reply
  14. theindieshe says

    February 3, 2022 at 7:31 am

    Love speaks…

    silence between us
    had a way of saying things
    that our love could not

    Reply
  15. theindieshe says

    February 3, 2022 at 7:34 am

    Song of love…

    love’s mirthful tremor
    is a sweet strum in my heart
    in raging tempests

    Reply
  16. Jules says

    February 3, 2022 at 9:01 am

    …trinkets

    little love trinkets
    ordinary yet special
    because of your touch

    Reply
  17. Jules says

    February 3, 2022 at 9:02 am

    …written

    the poem written
    for our wedding, read aloud
    penned by me for you

    Reply
  18. Jules says

    February 3, 2022 at 9:03 am

    …rose petals

    saved dried rose petals
    from an anniversary
    a bouquet from you

    Reply
  19. Jules says

    February 5, 2022 at 8:21 am

    that ‘pair’

    we have become that
    older hand in hand couple
    the younger ones see

    Reply
  20. Jules says

    February 5, 2022 at 8:22 am

    the plan

    hearts will hang with love
    haiku from the chandelier
    Valentine surprise

    Reply
  21. dovebg says

    February 7, 2022 at 8:10 pm

    true love
    this real love is true
    pure not in a young boy but
    a dad and daughter

    Reply
  22. Debra D. Johnson says

    February 8, 2022 at 4:32 pm

    Rewarded

    It’s Valentines Day
    To romance the night away
    it’s candy for Bae!

    Reply
  23. Al Simmons says

    February 12, 2022 at 11:13 am

    Haiku Helen (1—24)

    Table of Contents

    Hugs and Dishes…3
    On Second thought…4
    Nipping at the Bud…5
    Love Tally—Keeping Score…6
    The Meaning…7
    A Woman with Cakes like Yours…8
    Angel Wings…9
    Love Lace…10
    Living In America…11
    Frosting On Her Cake…12
    Serious Fun…13
    Who Would Think? 14
    She Wants More…15
    The Color of Power…16
    I Forgot What? 17
    Morning…18
    But At Night…19
    Happy New Year…20
    Burnt Me…21
    Sexy Girl…22
    Night Vision…23
    No Date…24
    So Much Better in Person…25
    Deja You…26

    Hugs and Dishes

    Ok, let’s see if I can
    Do the dishes with
    My love draped all over me

    On Second Thought

    We did look good together
    Our reflection on
    The museum-mirrored wall

    Nipping at the Bud

    My anxious feeling means I’m
    Serious, one-way
    Or the other, we will see

    Love Tally—Keeping Score

    What we have in common:

    We’re both Capricorns
    We are both youngest born
    We’re single, intelligent, educated, sincere, thoughtful, honest, loyal, passionate and responsible

    Differences:

    Everything else

    The Meaning

    This poem means I have been
    Thinking of you all
    Day, all night, all day, all night

    A Woman with Cakes like Yours

    Angel’s food or devil’s food
    Either way we’ve got
    Cake, moist, delicious, so sweet

    Angel Wings

    Your legs wrapped around me tight
    Like big angel wings
    Warming us on a Sunday

    Love Lace

    It’s so nice to have someone
    To write poems to
    Like kisses for the senses

    Living in America

    You are the whole package
    She told me cause I
    Can dance to James Brown music

    Frosting on Her Cake

    There is something I’ve wanted
    To ask you, what do
    You think about birth control?

    Serious Fun

    You are so much fun because
    We are serious
    Having fun is serious

    Who Would Think

    Beneath your buttoned collar
    And professional
    Air is lingerie for me

    She Wants More

    She is a lively soul that
    Woman of mine, fear-
    Less she smiles, enters my life

    The Color of Power

    Afternoon light thru raindrops
    And shining wet leaves
    Subdues my room with power

    I Forgot What?

    No, it was you, I
    Haven’t had sex like
    That in how long, wiped me out

    Morning

    She is a natural beauty
    My sweet China doll
    Strong legs wrapped around me tight

    But At Night

    She loves me she says she does
    Hugs me all day long
    Her hips rumble beneath me

    Happy New Year

    You’re making me cum just by
    Touching me, she said
    She shook and I pressed harder

    Burnt Me

    A gray rainy day today
    I’m not pretty. You
    Are, your smile burns right through me

    Sexy Girl

    You just want me for sex, I
    Told her. It’s true, she
    Said, but Ok, I’m a girl

    Night Vision

    You are mine now. You love me
    And I love you too
    Please, please sleep with me tonight

    No Date

    You’re with a friend from back when
    The Super Bowl plays on
    No you and me, not tonight

    So Much Better in Person

    You’re not the same on the phone
    No body language
    Nothing for my eyes to do

    Deja You

    I’m talking to myself a-
    Gain, thinking of you
    Roast duck sandwiches and bed

    Reply
  24. Jules says

    February 13, 2022 at 8:21 am

    …a flutter

    anticipation
    for the surprise grows; my heart
    a flutter for you

    © JP/dh

    Reply
  25. Jules says

    February 13, 2022 at 8:22 am

    …endless

    I already know
    that your love for me is deep
    your well is endless
    .
    © JP/dh

    Reply
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