Haikus are sorted by the first name of the poets
First Names:M-Z
Haikus A-C Haikus D-I Haikus J-L Haikus M-Z
Haikus selected by our jurors for installation in windows are in PURPLE type; finalists are in BLUE.
Haikus selected by our jurors for installation in windows are in PURPLE type; finalists are in BLUE.
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A single swan floats
on the stillwater pond Lily pads talk softly -Magi McKinnies Bittercold outside Strong creamy brew brings warm sun inside. Awake! -Magi McKinnies night wind the unbolted door in a rhythmic blow -Mallika Chari waterfall the soft algae cling to the rocks -Mallika Chari steep trail I bend forward to loosen my hold -Mallika Chari Walking in town Golden Cheesiness Why do I have to walk pass? -Mandy Ostrander, age 10 Steady Creaks on boardwalk, Marsh breeze Ripples pond , leaves Refreshed! -Marcie Skiff Bell RINGs schools in TIC TOC TIC TOC Gun shots PING Schools OUT -Marcie Skiff Tapping your iPhone Can I hear your thoughts? -Marcie Skiff Where to put the first rock? And then, where to put the next one? And the next? -Marian Kaplun Shapiro pinwheel of life spin us around seeking brilliance finding something else -Marian Kaplun Shapiro daylilies singing (donna eis requiem) orange hosannas -Marian Kaplun Shapiro The Minuteman runs through the heart of town, brings green beauty, history -Marta Hristova Blue signs mark walking trails like love letters from neighbors past and present -Marta Hristova buzzing along bees buzz, buzz, buzz pollinating flowers along the way -Maya Nistala, age 9 Shadows fall it gets darker in the November forest -Maya Nistala, age 9 Your wings rustle flap, flap are you a bird or a book? -Maya Nistala, age 9 fourth of July fireworks boom like bombs -Monroe Group little gold ring shining who do you belong to? -Monroe Group He is called to war. I am left to carry on. Women always are. -Nancy Brigham summer elixir mandarin oranges scent my shopping cart -Neera Singh spring breeze the scent of lavender as she walks past -Neena Singh winter warmth sunny smiles bloom on sidewalks -Neena Singh Drops in the Ocean Become Lakes Puddles or Streams Then Rebirth to Sea -Peggy Barons A long hot bike ride I stop. And Stare into Field Eating sweetest plum -Peggy Barons Summer is coming Tight shorts and bathing suit dread Quarantine fifteen -Peggy Barons morning stroll green reflections flood every window -Pris Campbell fresh produce shopping carts piled high for later noshing -Pris Campbell wide brimmed hats birds and butterflies carry the sun on their wings -Pris Campbell prison kiosk- a life convict sells his paintings of the caged parrot -Ram Chandran maple leaves on the park bench by the side a forgotten walking stick -Ram Chandran chemotherapy- on my way back home waning gibbous moon -Ram Chandran battle green the minuteman's shot heard world over -Ravi Kiran whipple hill the flowers sway on her chiffon -Ravi Kiran discovery day before the live jazz a robin's song -Ravi Kiran Lexington's nature Is green and full of color Very beautiful -Rayan, age 10 shot heard round the world revolutionary war now we all are free -Rebecca Titemore more than fifty years Lexington has been my home the best place to live -Rebecca Titemore millions have died since year two thousand twenty get vaccinated -Rebecca Titemore Nature around me Left and right I see nature Nature everywhere -Sabastian, age 12 Pigs eat straw and bread I watch them lally-gag and… The do not eat cows -Sabastian, age 12 Bubble tea in heat On a scorching summer day Always gone with friends -Sabrina Bhattacharjya, age 12 Little dogs walking Bikers drinking bean water Everyone happy -Sabrina Bhattacharjya, age 12 Snowy lexington Downtown always is vibrant Doesn’t get much sleep -Sabrina Bhattacharjya, age 12 Sunny lavish brush Aromas filling around Daydreams framed in light -Sarita Patel Cherry trees flower, But pardon our mess, it’s Spring-- Sidewalks bloom later -Scott Klebe Fire flies ignite. One of a million stars above cascades into flight -Scott Thompson So many angling snowflakes slip through the woodsmoke stream -- too dark to see -Scott Thompson New green silence layered over with shrill slightly twirling frog songs Scott Thompson red oak tree I too wish to grow where I was born -Srinivasa Rao Sambangi late night train my village to town the length of a blink -Srinivasa Rao Sambangi heavy rains the brook's voice becoming male -Srinivasa Rao Sambangi robin's nest- blue eggshells filled with rain -Suraja Roychowdhury roses tremble in the afternoon breeze woodpecker's drill -Suraja Roychowdhury Battle Green the loud shrieks of picnickers -Suraja Roychowdhury Captain Parker scans alert on the green for us patriot stands guard -Susan Coppock The Minuteman stance, evokes freedom’s cry, and yet, tears fall not, from stone. -Susan MacDonald Could you be prouder, louder--- daffodil? -Thomas De Feitas Night prayer fails me: I read your poem -Thomas De Feitas tall reeds in thick ice Dad in hospice -Thomas De Feitas Today and always Lexington we are one now Let us thrive always -UV, age 10 overripe summer the breeze heavy with hummingbird’s song -Vandana Parashar flushed cheeks what am I to a butterfly -Vandana Parashar support group every week fewer bagels left on the table -Vandana Parashar Walking back home In the Snow Curry in the air -Vicky Guo Two buddies sitting Under the tree Sharing sweet custard treats -Vicky Guo Sweet summer pastime, Red velvet My favorite -Vicky Guo |