Pain Of Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Silence is not a/
hint. It’s not even nice. It’s/
just something hurtful.
Or
… it’s/
a hurtful nothing.

Hidden Treasures: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s great looking in/
your car’s trunk and finding an/
Elvis umbrella.

It doesn’t matter/
how good your equipment is/
if you keep it stored.

I want to be inspired./
Alas! I feel too tired./
This work’s sapped my wit./
I should be done with it! /
My creativity has expired.

Is my poem written/
for you? Yes! Just like Blake wrote/
for me. Paul did, too.

How far can I go?/
How much can I give? Does it/
matter if there’s love?

In church, I’ll turn off/
my cell phone if you remove/
your crying* children.

OR
*noisy

I could tell she was/
mad at me when she didn’t/
say: “Good night, Cheesehead!”

In my opinion,/
any answer is always/
much better than none.

Because I believed/
in dreams I woke up enthused,/
hoping you did, too.

OR
Because I believe/
in dreams I wake up enthused,/
and hope you do, too.