Top 100 Quotes About Haiku: Famous Quotes & Sayings About Haiku

#1. Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.

Staci Backauskas

#2. the wall iris
opens its buds:
before my eyes
the last spring
begins to fade

Shiki Masaoka

#3. Moon woke me up
nine times
- still just 4 a.m.

Basho Matsuo

#4. For the greater good":
the phrase that always precedes
the greatest evil.

Jakub Bozydar Wisniewski

#5. We are successful
the moment we start toward
a laudable goal

J. Benson

#6. And what does he have to say to the impressionable young student at his side? That all poets must eventually bow before the haiku. Bow before the haiku! Can you imagine." "For my part," contributed the Count, "I am glad that Homer wasn't born in Japan." Mishka

Amor Towles

#7. Still in bed at noon.
Everyday is Saturday,
when you are a whore.

Asa Akira

#8. Architecture is a discipline that takes time and patience. If one spends enough years writing complex novels one might be able, someday, to construct a respectable haiku.

Thom Mayne

#9. An idea sparked in the 1960s, a thought experiment, an amusing haiku, is now a thing of metal and glass.

Janna Levin

#10. I tried to speak your poems
but I could not!
The weeping of the gods
fell upon my ears.

Shiki Masaoka

#11. Glittering tinsel,
lights, glass balls, and candy canes
dangle from pine trees.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#12. The good things aren't a movie. There isn't enough to make a reel. The good things are a poem, barely longer than a haiku. There

Cheryl Strayed

#13. Whirling of her skirts,
a chequered carpet beneath-
sunset dawns outside.

Geetika Kohli

#14. Bruised knees cramp my style.
They scream cheap whore,
when I am an expensive one.

Asa Akira

#15. He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.

Matsuo Basho

#16. A finger beckons.
My choice is to turn away.
It is a mistake.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#17. Everyone in this house
has gray hair, walks with a cane,
visits the graveyard

Matsuo Basho

#18. I
Keep writing.
Not because I want to.
It's a respiratory illness.

Jonathan Heatt

#19. The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?

Yosa Buson

#20. You think it's a game?
Unintelligible? Ha!
Envision no spoons.

This is serious.
It is a matter of joy
versus emptiness.

Kristen Henderson

#21. Mists may blur vision,
Doubts to lies are heavy mists,
Truth clears for all ways."
~ Angelica Hopes, Haiku
an excerpt from If I Could Tell You

Angelica Hopes

#22. The Christmas spirit
whispers softly in my ear,
Go be of good cheer.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#23. Dreams like a podcast,
Downloading truth in my ears.
They tell me cool stuff."
"Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred."
"A god named Fred?

Rick Riordan

#24. It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean.

Jon J. Muth

#25. I had never thought of haiku, or any kind of poetry for that matter, as a social activity.

Abigail Friedman

#26. Semper Fidelis
Dawn star flares on disk of night
I fall, sun rises

Neal Stephenson

#27. As a woman still,
without the right kind of mouth,
my tongue's of no use.

Kristen Henderson

#28. I wax poetic
On the beauty of sewers
Real short poem. Done

Rick Riordan

#29. NEW HAIKU
One breathy vowel
mists the glass warming window
panes crystalled with snow
Robin Glasser

Robin Glasser

#30. dozing on horseback
smoke form the tea-fires
drifts to the moon

Basho Matsuo

#31. Going comando.
Shaved my pussy just in case.
I should trip and fall.

Asa Akira

#32. Sharing oft leaves less.
But with love the more we share,
the fuller our hearts.

J. Benson

#33. Haikus are quite hard
You always have to count them
...Chunky applesauce?

Benny Cramer

#34. The blue of daylight
fades and chills as the sun sinks
beneath clouds of fire.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#35. his abuse
makes her an anvil
without spark

Munia Khan

#36. Haiku is a way of culling things from the stream of things that rush past the senses.

Michael J. Rosen

#37. The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet

Kobayashi Issa

#38. A goodbye at the gate," said Hobie. He seemed to be talking partly to himself. "That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku - he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms on the way to death.

Donna Tartt

#39. Oh, mightiest wind,
wilt thou cease thy breathing in
and hold thy exhales?

Richelle E. Goodrich

#40. Tanka
Black-and-white Holsteins
Crowd downfield at feeding time,
Mingling their blotches.
It is like ice breaking up
In a dark, swollen river.

Richard Wilbur

#41. But for their cries,
The herons would be lost
Amidst the morning snow.

Chiyo Ni

#42. Sure, sis!' Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. 'I feel a haiku coming on.

Rick Riordan

#43. Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.

Timothy Salter

#44. stronger than mountains.
a place where my heart
feels the safest-
underneath his shirt.

Sanober Khan

#45. Life without challenge
is life denied any chance
for one to achieve.

J. Benson

#46. two feet tall,
the crimson-budded roses,
their young thorns
tender in
the soft spring rain

Shiki Masaoka

#47. Wait
let me back in!
Wait
let me back out!

Lee Wardlaw

#48. Just keep waking up,
dragging yourself out of bed.
It will get better.

Tyler Knott Gregson

#49. On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening

Matsuo Basho

#50. We had a threesome
You, me and my depression
Depression fucks hard

Benedict Smith

#51. Anyone can talk,
but to listen is a gift,
we should all exchange

J. Benson

#52. I knew I loved you
when 'home' went from being a place
to being a person.

Eric Micha'el Leventhal

#53. forge forever on
tho' dark death rewards us all
forge forever on

Kurt Brindley

#54. Stretched by an idea,
we can aspire to new heights,
new ways of thinking.

J. Benson

#55. Please don't break this heart, it's endured so very much, it survived the fall.

Tyler Knott Gregson

#56. thinking how soon
all in this world passes
I loved
the yellow roses
that now have scattered

Shiki Masaoka

#57. Snap your finger
stop the world -
rain falls harder

Jack Kerouac

#58. Such a little child
To send to be a priestling ...
Icy poverty

Shiki

#59. alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset

Scott Mason

#60. In eternity
We live. Come from.
Life is one Series of footprints.

Shashi

#61. A Dear John haiku:

This isn't working.
I hope we can still be friends.
Please don't kill my cat.

Tom Dheere

#62. Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself
The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

Matsuo Basho

#63. Don't touch my plumtree!
Said my friend and saying so...
Broke the branch for me

Basho Matsuo

#64. Mary and Joseph
huddle snugly together.
They cradle God's son.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#65. I stared at his cock, mesmerized. Even encased in rubber it remained a thing of true beauty. Had I any talent with a pen, I'd have written it poems. A haiku perhaps ... I was hypnotized, helpless. Cock-struck.

Kylie Scott

#66. Beth from accounting
is just sitting in her car
eating spaghetti.

Ryan Mecum

#67. A new star shines bright.
Angels herald the good news.
The Christ child is born.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#68. The moon is my fear.
The sun is my heart afire.
The stars, my love songs.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#69. Footsteps of success,
are trailed by fading footprints,
of failures past..

J. Benson

#70. Dogs have hair. Cats, fur.
Dogs whine, yip, howl, bark. Cats purrr.
I say: No contest.

Lee Wardlaw

#71. Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words, and to journey into the depths of many multi-colored worlds.

Harley King

#72. The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

R.H. Blyth

#73. I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.

Dean Young

#74. The temple bell stops
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers

Matsuo Basho

#75. I mean just look at haiku, the idea of it. We want to focus on that singularity, on that simplicity, but we still want to add features and add value, but we want to do it in a way that fits in with that mentality of simplicity. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about it.

Biz Stone

#76. HAIKU Dropped a blueberry Under the oven it rolls Goodbye, forever

Asa Akira

#77. Here
I'm here-
the snow falling.

Kobayashi Issa

#78. Haiku does not express emotion from the inside out by displaying the mind of a character. Haiku builds the emotional thrust, makes the artistic statement from the outside in, from the physical world to the mind of the reader.

Harley King

#79. wakened by pain
from a dream of pain
I wipe the sweat
and rose petals
scatter

Shiki Masaoka

#80. Sheep and goats and cows
gather 'round a manger bed
to awe at a babe.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#81. Absence of problems
does not lead to happiness.
Dealing with them does.

J. Benson

#82. In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

Yosa Buson

#83. My first publication was a haiku in a children's magazine when I was 9 years old. I received one dollar for it! I gave the check to my dad for Christmas, and he framed it and hung it over his desk.

Linda Sue Park

#84. Compliments land as
soft and gentle on my ears
as a butterfly.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#85. A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature.

R.H. Blyth

#86. Besides, if you want to write something perfect, write a haiku. Anything longer is bound to have a few passages that don't work as well as they might.

Philip Pullman

#87. This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.

Matsuo Basho

#88. There is no difference:
Love is love and love is love.
We are all the same.

Tyler Knott Gregson

#89. Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice

Matsuo Basho

#90. When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

Matsuo Basho