Buried By Haiku

I'm here
amongst the huge pile of haiku.
Can you see me?
I hope you do.

I've been buried here
and I don't know what to do.
Each time I post a poem..
it gets buried by haiku! !

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I Was That Girl...

I was that girl...in the shadows
of an ever-dying love.
I was that girl...searching for God
just begging for help from above.

I was that girl...in the darkness
trying to find my way.
I was that girl...raised in violence
and then selfishly thrown away.

I was that girl...full of anger
for the past and all of the pain.
I was that girl....but now I'm not
and I'll never be her again.

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Family Picture?

What is a family picture?
Is it all for real?
Are the people that you see
pretending they don't feel?

Can you see their anger?
Can you smell their fear?
Do you sense unhappiness
in the picture that's so clear?

We're trying to be perfect,
to look a certain way.
A family picture says so much
when there's nothing nice to say.

You plaster on the fake smile.
You put your arms 'just so'.
You show the world your family
without letting your family show.

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Mother Earth And Father Time Are Angry

Mother Earth and Father Time are walking hand in hand.
They're visiting their children and checking on their land.

They view the worlds destruction everywhere they turn.
They fear their precious children are never going to learn.

''This earth should be their playground with joys beyond belief
yet, all these children seem to know is senseless pain and grief.''

''How do we teach our children to care for such a place?
They may not get the message till we slap them in their face.''

The children are oblivious to even basic rules.
That's why so many people grow up looking like such fools.

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Tragically Mistaken

You say
you want to know
about their pain.
You say
you wish you had
some warning.
You feel bad
that you didn't
have a sign.
Do you?

If they cry for help
before they have done
the destruction...
do you wipe their tears
or do you laugh at them
and say they are just
seeking attention?

Warning signs?

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~Tragically Mistaken~

You say
you want to know
about their pain.
You say
you wish you had
some warning.
You feel bad
that you didn't
have a sign.
Do you?

If they cry for help
before they have done
the destruction...
do you wipe their tears
or do you laugh at them
and say they are just
seeking attention?

Warning signs?

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Why Must We Pick The Flowers?

Why is it
when we see a beautiful flower
our first instinct
is to pick it?
We just want to yank it up
and take it with us
with no regard for the flower.
No guilt in the fact
that it will die within a day or so now.

Wouldn't it be nice
if when we see a flower
we just look and admire
the shape of it's curves
the scent of it's body
the sheer ability to survive
in a world like this?

Yet, rarely do we see one
without thinking of plucking it right up

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How Boomer Ruined Our Hunting Trips

For years we have gone hunting.
I've loved sitting next to him in his deer blind
or sitting quietly in my own.

Now that Boomer came into our lives
I see all living animals as having feelings
and I can't stand the thought of hunting.

Boomer is our bassett hound.
He thinks he is human.
I sometimes think so too.

The way he has shown me
that he feels things like we do
has changed me forever.

Now, all I can think of is that
if a dog can feel emotions like we do...
can a deer?

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A Tender Moment At The Supermarket

Sitting there watching them
they had no idea
they were such an inspiration
so comfortable with eachother.

He, at least 85
she, about the same.
From my car I could see
the way he worried about her
as he pulled his car up to the door
so she wouldn't get wet.
He tenderly watched
while she tucked her hair
under her clear rain bonnet.

The rain was barely a trickle
but it was a cold rain
and he wouldn't have her
catching a chill.
She waited

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~A Tender Moment At The Supermarket~

Sitting there watching them
they had no idea
they were such an inspiration
so comfortable with eachother.

He, at least 85
she, about the same.
From my car I could see
the way he worried about her
as he pulled his car up to the door
so she wouldn't get wet.
He tenderly watched
while she tucked her hair
under her clear rain bonnet.

The rain was barely a trickle
but it was a cold rain
and he wouldn't have her
catching a chill.
She waited

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