People Whisperer: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He wished he could speak/
whispers to her and turn her/
enough to join him.

Those Sunglasses: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

She thinks I am in/
the Matrix, but everything/
I’m seeing is real.

I want to write poems/
to her whom I danced with, but/
she’s knee-deep elsewhere

She wants poems from me/
but she’s in love with him. What’s/
wrong with this picture?

She knows she wants to /
drive with that top down guy with/
sunsets in his eyes.

I don’t know that I’d/
ever heard a lone goose call/
so frantic and sad.

My tiny purple/
crocus pales compared to his /
huge bunch. Size matters.

Thinking of my death,/
I saw how much I know Him,/
how much I am known.

It’s not Christ’s beatings /
or Cross that sadden me, but/
the pains my sins caused.

On this Easter morn,/
though He is risen, I still/
don’t want to get up.