Writing Prompt: Haiku
Writing Prompt: Haiku
This week's Write On Writing Prompt is brought to us by Yuna, who had SO many great ideas, we couldn't choose just one. So take your pick from Yuna's "write-eous" ideas:
- Write a haiku about what you think will happen today.
- Who's your favorite author and why?
- What's your favorite book and why?
- Write an essay about how you would describe yourself.
- Write about a dream or nightmare you had.
I'm going for the haiku (a Japanese-inspired, short 3-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable pattern) Mine is not the perfect amount of syllables, but you get the idea.
Early, I awaken,
Eat my Cheerios quickly,
Wish for gummy bears instead.
What about you guys? Haiku? Favorite book or author? Dream or nightmare you had? Inquiring minds want to know which writing prompt prompts YOU!
— Ratha, STACKS Writer
yawn, anything intresting to say anyone????
D: humph.
Comment #26 | Posted by: h on February 28, 2012 at 12:13 AM
12:13, seriosly, what is this country, It's only 9:32 over here!!!
Comment #27 | Posted by: h on February 28, 2012 at 12:38 AM
Iwill play at school.
I will eat lunch with my freinds.
I will ride the bus.
Comment #28 | Posted by: camron on February 28, 2012 at 09:36 AM
I woke up and found
A ball of yarn in my bed.
A gift from my cat.
Comment #29 | Posted by: Bookwink on February 29, 2012 at 11:07 AM
I love reading Harry Potter books!
Comment #30 | Posted by: Angel on February 29, 2012 at 11:26 AM
omg cutenesssssssssssss!!
Comment #31 | Posted by: crazieboy on February 29, 2012 at 11:37 AM
yall can relly right
Comment #32 | Posted by: cash f 3 on March 01, 2012 at 10:40 AM
your book is halarious
Comment #33 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 10:43 AM
i love your book i am your biggest fan
Comment #34 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 10:44 AM
i no rite
Comment #35 | Posted by: cash f 3 on March 01, 2012 at 10:45 AM
hey gil
Comment #36 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 10:47 AM
wats up my freind
Comment #37 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 11:01 AM
ashlea wats up man
Comment #38 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 11:06 AM
hannah montanah is my biggest fan
Comment #39 | Posted by: beecake45 on March 01, 2012 at 11:14 AM
Oh my god TWILIGHT
JACOB,EDWARD, AND BELLA
WIN MORE AWARDS, YAY!
Comment #40 | Posted by: Dawn on March 01, 2012 at 06:30 PM
OK, i could probably try that sometime on my own. we had to do it in class this one time. it was kinda hard.
Comment #41 | Posted by: aquagreen91 on March 01, 2012 at 08:01 PM
the example haiku is completely wrong only the seven syllable part is correct and haikus are about nature and have a season
example: Baby bird breaks through/Awoken from his long nap/He says his first chirp
see the syllables are right, it has a season, and it is about nature
Comment #42 | Posted by: athena wise10 on March 02, 2012 at 04:31 PM
This is not a haiku.....
I clapped out he syllables and they were 6, 7, 8. That is awkward............
Comment #43 | Posted by: dancingband29 on March 02, 2012 at 05:32 PM
as cold as the snow
cold than the snow cold than ice
atlantec oceans
Comment #44 | Posted by: Jayme on March 02, 2012 at 09:08 PM
Gah! I only write poems with rhymes in them! This makes me want to pull my hair out now that I figure out what a haiku is! No offense to anyone who wrote a haiku... I just think they're a little... confusing!
Comment #45 | Posted by: shyauthor3 on March 03, 2012 at 05:16 PM
It is now the day
of the cool speech tournament
and now I am up.
Comment #46 | Posted by: ryan on March 03, 2012 at 06:34 PM
i love this
Comment #47 | Posted by: michael on March 04, 2012 at 06:15 PM
Once I ate some cake
Fell into a sugar sleep
then I woke today
Stars, vast and deep
in the void, brightly shine
Without remorse, cold.
Comment #48 | Posted by: Rico on March 06, 2012 at 01:55 PM
And so here I sit,
my world still not quite ended,
wishing back the past.
Comment #49 | Posted by: bac2 on March 06, 2012 at 04:54 PM
A DREAM...
I stand silently, looking out of a large glass window that shows me a lush green meadow. I feel the warm sun on my face. Outside, children play, and I ache desperately to join them. Yet somehow, I can feel in my bones that I cannot. I do not belong.
Comment #50 | Posted by: runner99 on March 06, 2012 at 04:59 PM