davanstrien/Haiku_Dataset · Datasets at Hugging Face

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wild beaches in winter time-- take me there	tempslibres
home alone-- sound of my fork on the pasta bowl	tempslibres
alongside the train tracks-- secrets of orchids under moonlight	tempslibres
stormy weather -- a clarinet blues afternoon	tempslibres
trains approaching-- someone on a platform reading to the moon	tempslibres
sipping her coffee slowly she warms her hands on old memories	tempslibres
train whistle in the distance another sleepless night	tempslibres
smell of rain young deer run across the field	tempslibres
white clouds glide safely over mine fields	tempslibres
winter solstice -- the Persian cat's half- closed eyes	tempslibres
all I need are mountains and a hedgehog - autumn deepens	tempslibres
full moon another baby cries without batteries	tempslibres
autumn rain.. the last time to write dear john again	tempslibres
To the Finland Station -- they rush to strike a deal for iPhones	tempslibres
cat's paws crawling across a lake's surface morning silence	tempslibres
Croton hedges with their faux fall foliage South Florida in autumn	tempslibres
blood on barbed wire a pale moon reveals the crime	tempslibres
They share a bruised apple moonlit feast for two	tempslibres
Harvest moon -- too much light for field mice	tempslibres
summer rains gone the river finds its own channel	tempslibres
his name on the black granite wall "and we must ask	why ?"
rumble of thunder rouses dawn late summer in Miami	tempslibres
ash covers his school desk all the remains "8:17 am -- Hiroshima	local time"
brush in hand he carefully... "8:16	local time
in a pile of rubble faint peeps are heard "rats	of course"
ebb tide's retreat and I grow older recessionals	tempslibres
tang of salt spray at a fishing pier late summer	tempslibres
lighting the way with a jar of fireflies childhood's last summer	tempslibres
in the evening coolness of a verandah hereyes reflect stars	tempslibres
after a long night the singing of birds at dawn	tempslibres
Gazing at the moon on a still summer's evening feast for mosquitoes	tempslibres
Clouds gather in a darkening sky a walk interrupted	tempslibres
a careful sip more of chickpea than coffee his breakfast brew	tempslibres
croaking of frogs just after dawn summer memories	tempslibres
silk from a web entangled in my hair a homeless spider	tempslibres
Before dawn By the small pond The sound of crickets	tempslibres
chamomile petals swimming in rainwater for her blonde highlights	tempslibres
Splat ! a windshield and a bug find each other	tempslibres
polished granite reflects my face off my father's grave	tempslibres
cold rain sharp as nails late afternoon	tempslibres
El Hueso's dry bones still wrapped in a uniform that he so disgraced.	tempslibres
"old brittle dry bones"	found inside a uniform
childhood's summer gift that first dandelion dancing on the wind	tempslibres
My tea gets colder and the madeleine just sinks memory betrays	tempslibres
a cooing is heard from a small puff of feathers another dawn	tempslibres
small green waves crashing against a porcelain rim morning tea tempest	tempslibres
in an old snapshot his Irish smile still flashes "her slight	shy smile
faces from the past their memories in old photos effaced by the flood	tempslibres
red poppies growing between rows of white tombstones as in remembrance	tempslibres
under a full moon a homeless man gathers cans urban harvest	tempslibres
deep into the night a dog's sharp bark becomes gunfire	tempslibres
butterfly wings so loud their flapping in a temple's silence	tempslibres
sharp smell after a noon downpour electric summer	tempslibres
rows of white markers all at attention Memorial Day	tempslibres
late morning breakfast left uneaten too much of spring	tempslibres
Just a small basket filled with hidden treasures she carries proudly	tempslibres
a yellowed clipping falls out from her Bible Emmett Till's obit	tempslibres
In front of bronze doors they huddle against the cold the newly homeless	tempslibres
early morning dew on a bronze temple bell just before ringing	tempslibres
clear lake enclosed entirely within a bowl of miso	tempslibres
breakfast still rumbles but no other guns are heard Armistice morning.	tempslibres
he winds up his watch so carefully that morning that will end the war	tempslibres
"The bugler plays ""Tap""" her face so serious "her parents	so proud"
Ordinary morning "bluest of skies crisp	clear air"
mid morning coffee sipped from a chipped old mug so comforting	tempslibres
Rainbows reflected in so many potholes afternoon rainstorm	tempslibres
that spring day the flowers have long faded yet we remember	tempslibres
the mirror reflects a face I know so well dad's	tempslibres
a flagpole stands guard before a flooded schoolhouse as a river runs	tempslibres
perched on a guardrail of a busy highway an egret preens	tempslibres
Cracks on a sidewalk lost among the grass and weeds urban spring	tempslibres
Cracked head statue of the Buddha; a reminder everything passes.	tempslibres
one plus one = 3 a happy couple expecting their first child	tempslibres
Fountain pen ink spill not contained by a blotter Mare Crisium	tempslibres
she cries silently her sobs barely audible and no one to hear	tempslibres
rivulets of red running down her pale young face she clutches a doll	tempslibres
he turns one last time flashing his sailor's wry smile that bright November.	tempslibres
the War on Horror--- G.I.'s on hashish kill Afghans for sport	tempslibres
I turn off the pumpkin lights--- a predawn harvest moon	tempslibres
white roadside crosses where the road's swale meets Nature memento mori	tempslibres
harvest moon gleaners "pale faces leaden eyes stare"	at an empty field
"glassy-eyed gutted" catch of the day on shaved ice	at the fish market
neither white nor black a yellow smog that won't lift Alzheimer's pall	tempslibres
Full Corn Moon time to gather the harvest before leaves fall	tempslibres
charred goat bones they say -- without conviction Somali nightmares	tempslibres
too hot for miso! he pushes it aside that August morning	tempslibres
wildflower bouquet left on a country highway the endless road	tempslibres
tea leaves carefully "saved dried	and used again"
there's a pelican "-- in that ball of feathers tar"	or it is a gull?
full moon the wind howls through our clothes and the crushed grass	tempslibres
night drizzle puddles fill with streetlights instead of stars	tempslibres
mountain hike lost among butterflies and the scent of honey	tempslibres
closed window a bee lies so stillamong faded pollen	tempslibres
twin bed wearing your flannel shirt keeps me warm	tempslibres
back porch laughter echoes between claps of thunder	tempslibres
end of summer strands of an abandoned kite flutter in the wind	tempslibres
in the hospice an out of tune piano helps her sing without words	tempslibres
hand in hand white petals blossom as we pass	tempslibres
abandoned home an old life laid to rest among weeds and trees	tempslibres
humid morning the scent of lilacs fills each breath	tempslibres

wild beaches in winter time-- take me there

tempslibres

home alone-- sound of my fork on the pasta bowl

tempslibres

alongside the train tracks-- secrets of orchids under moonlight

tempslibres

stormy weather -- a clarinet blues afternoon

tempslibres

trains approaching-- someone on a platform reading to the moon

tempslibres

sipping her coffee slowly she warms her hands on old memories

tempslibres

train whistle in the distance another sleepless night

tempslibres

smell of rain young deer run across the field

tempslibres

white clouds glide safely over mine fields

tempslibres

winter solstice -- the Persian cat's half- closed eyes

tempslibres

all I need are mountains and a hedgehog - autumn deepens

tempslibres

full moon another baby cries without batteries

tempslibres

autumn rain.. the last time to write dear john again

tempslibres

To the Finland Station -- they rush to strike a deal for iPhones

tempslibres

cat's paws crawling across a lake's surface morning silence

tempslibres

Croton hedges with their faux fall foliage South Florida in autumn

tempslibres

blood on barbed wire a pale moon reveals the crime

tempslibres

They share a bruised apple moonlit feast for two

tempslibres

Harvest moon -- too much light for field mice

tempslibres

summer rains gone the river finds its own channel

tempslibres

his name on the black granite wall "and we must ask

why ?"

rumble of thunder rouses dawn late summer in Miami

tempslibres

ash covers his school desk all the remains "8:17 am -- Hiroshima

local time"

brush in hand he carefully... "8:16

local time

in a pile of rubble faint peeps are heard "rats

of course"

ebb tide's retreat and I grow older recessionals

tempslibres

tang of salt spray at a fishing pier late summer

tempslibres

lighting the way with a jar of fireflies childhood's last summer

tempslibres

in the evening coolness of a verandah hereyes reflect stars

tempslibres

after a long night the singing of birds at dawn

tempslibres

Gazing at the moon on a still summer's evening feast for mosquitoes

tempslibres

Clouds gather in a darkening sky a walk interrupted

tempslibres

a careful sip more of chickpea than coffee his breakfast brew

tempslibres

croaking of frogs just after dawn summer memories

tempslibres

silk from a web entangled in my hair a homeless spider

tempslibres

Before dawn By the small pond The sound of crickets

tempslibres

chamomile petals swimming in rainwater for her blonde highlights

tempslibres

Splat ! a windshield and a bug find each other

tempslibres

polished granite reflects my face off my father's grave

tempslibres

cold rain sharp as nails late afternoon

tempslibres

El Hueso's dry bones still wrapped in a uniform that he so disgraced.

tempslibres

"old brittle dry bones"

found inside a uniform

childhood's summer gift that first dandelion dancing on the wind

tempslibres

My tea gets colder and the madeleine just sinks memory betrays

tempslibres

a cooing is heard from a small puff of feathers another dawn

tempslibres

small green waves crashing against a porcelain rim morning tea tempest

tempslibres

in an old snapshot his Irish smile still flashes "her slight

shy smile

faces from the past their memories in old photos effaced by the flood

tempslibres

red poppies growing between rows of white tombstones as in remembrance

tempslibres

under a full moon a homeless man gathers cans urban harvest

tempslibres

deep into the night a dog's sharp bark becomes gunfire

tempslibres

butterfly wings so loud their flapping in a temple's silence

tempslibres

sharp smell after a noon downpour electric summer

tempslibres

rows of white markers all at attention Memorial Day

tempslibres

late morning breakfast left uneaten too much of spring

tempslibres

Just a small basket filled with hidden treasures she carries proudly

tempslibres

a yellowed clipping falls out from her Bible Emmett Till's obit

tempslibres

In front of bronze doors they huddle against the cold the newly homeless

tempslibres

early morning dew on a bronze temple bell just before ringing

tempslibres

clear lake enclosed entirely within a bowl of miso

tempslibres

breakfast still rumbles but no other guns are heard Armistice morning.

tempslibres

he winds up his watch so carefully that morning that will end the war

tempslibres

"The bugler plays ""Tap""" her face so serious "her parents

so proud"

Ordinary morning "bluest of skies crisp

clear air"

mid morning coffee sipped from a chipped old mug so comforting

tempslibres

Rainbows reflected in so many potholes afternoon rainstorm

tempslibres

that spring day the flowers have long faded yet we remember

tempslibres

the mirror reflects a face I know so well dad's

tempslibres

a flagpole stands guard before a flooded schoolhouse as a river runs

tempslibres

perched on a guardrail of a busy highway an egret preens

tempslibres

Cracks on a sidewalk lost among the grass and weeds urban spring

tempslibres

Cracked head statue of the Buddha; a reminder everything passes.

tempslibres

one plus one = 3 a happy couple expecting their first child

tempslibres

Fountain pen ink spill not contained by a blotter Mare Crisium

tempslibres

she cries silently her sobs barely audible and no one to hear

tempslibres

rivulets of red running down her pale young face she clutches a doll

tempslibres

he turns one last time flashing his sailor's wry smile that bright November.

tempslibres

the War on Horror--- G.I.'s on hashish kill Afghans for sport

tempslibres

I turn off the pumpkin lights--- a predawn harvest moon

tempslibres

white roadside crosses where the road's swale meets Nature memento mori

tempslibres

harvest moon gleaners "pale faces leaden eyes stare"

at an empty field

"glassy-eyed gutted" catch of the day on shaved ice

at the fish market

neither white nor black a yellow smog that won't lift Alzheimer's pall

tempslibres

Full Corn Moon time to gather the harvest before leaves fall

tempslibres

charred goat bones they say -- without conviction Somali nightmares

tempslibres

too hot for miso! he pushes it aside that August morning

tempslibres

wildflower bouquet left on a country highway the endless road

tempslibres

tea leaves carefully "saved dried

and used again"

there's a pelican "-- in that ball of feathers tar"

or it is a gull?

full moon the wind howls through our clothes and the crushed grass

tempslibres

night drizzle puddles fill with streetlights instead of stars

tempslibres

mountain hike lost among butterflies and the scent of honey

tempslibres

closed window a bee lies so stillamong faded pollen

tempslibres

twin bed wearing your flannel shirt keeps me warm

tempslibres

back porch laughter echoes between claps of thunder

tempslibres

end of summer strands of an abandoned kite flutter in the wind

tempslibres

in the hospice an out of tune piano helps her sing without words

tempslibres

hand in hand white petals blossom as we pass

tempslibres

abandoned home an old life laid to rest among weeds and trees

tempslibres

humid morning the scent of lilacs fills each breath

tempslibres