When I gazed into her eyes/
I sighed,/
and was bereft/
and denied/
the chance/
to further dance/
and twirl/
and give the birthday girl/
her daughter’s window scraper.
Tag Archives: IMprov Poetry
Birthday Girl: Romantic IMprov Haiku
She is, still, always/
the dream I have in mind when/
I imagine it.
To The Poet Who Keeps Writing About A Woman He’s Not Marrying: Romantic IMprov Limerick
While I keep reading such words,/
I still find them slightly absurd:/
You’ve not taken her away!/
Shouldn’t emotions expressed this way/
be acted upon, and not just heard?
Plus this couplet:
(I’m not meaning to be critical. /
It just seems to be such a riddle.)
In Defense Of Eyebrow-Raising Poems: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Eyebrow-raising poems/
aren’t evil. They prompt us to/
think, explore, and grow.
Why Ask What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Why does Facebook ask:/
“What’s on your mind?” for “Status”?/
Shouldn’t it ask “Who”?
How Does She Really Feel? Romantic IMprov Haiku
She said “love” in a/
sentence about me. Now she’s/
asking to see me.
Apollo Through Frosted Window Panes: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
At the last sunrise,/
I find I have no words to/
express window frost.
OR
At the last sunrise,/
words can’t express Apollo’s/
window frost beauty.
His Garden, Broad: Romantic IMprov Haiku
He’d always grown both/
daisies and roses, but he/
liked wildflowers best.
Worthy Anxiety: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku
You’ve anxiety/
o’er where to be New Year’s Eve?/
Pity. Don’t worry!
Sweet Worder: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku
I’m gonna be sick./
He is so slick, throwing out/
sweet words* like St. Nick.
OR
*flirts