15 haiku poems

Rainy april days
The planet submerged in sad
I weep for the near future.

I walk on the wood.
My feet hitting the sharp ground,
The small shells hurt me.

Banging during dark,
On my door, waking me up;
Opportunity.

A spitting image
Of a boy with good morals
Man, time sure does fly.

Babble on and on,
My young son is bugging me.
I live no longer.

I pull my dear friend,
He doesn't budge a mere inch
He is a mad mule.

My home is dirty.
Im dreading the clean up day
It’s great to be back.

The ocean waves ride
I take the scenery in,
My mind escaping.

I stare at the art.
The scene making me tear up
It is my late father.

 I draw my curtains.
The day greets me with pleasure
The butterflies fly.
He solves problems fast
Checking his answers closely.
Calculator man!

I feel the hot fire,
Getting as close as i can,
Ouch! I burned my hand!

 Stage fright is the worst.
A feeling of tumbling
Invades my stomach

One fine and crisp night,
An owl hoots in the darkness
Looking for a home.

When a small bee says
“I’m spending time on myself!”
You’d better buzz off!