Quotes & Sayings About Haikus

Hitch hiked a thousand
miles and brought
You wine — Jack Kerouac

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth. — Aberjhani

On the subject of literary genres, I've always felt that my response to poetry is inadequate. I'd love to be the kind of person that drifts off into the garden with a slim volume of Elizabethan verse or a sheaf of haikus, but my passion is story. — J.K. Rowling

First book There are seven of them, haikus mostly but rhyming ones, too. Not enough for a real book until I cut each page into a small square staple the squares together, write one poem on each page. Butterflies by Jacqueline Woodson on the front. The butterfly book complete now. — Jacqueline Woodson

Performance art is going to be the future. Plays on Broadway are so restricted. But performance art is like haikus, just one line thing. And it's more casual but more interesting. — Yoko Ono

Writing
Haikus one
After the
Other,
Knowing
Only the
Moment — Matthew Quick

We wear many things,
but that with greatest import
is our expression. — J. Benson

Buds in the snow
- the deadly fight
between two birds — Jack Kerouac

Absence of problems
does not lead to happiness.
Dealing with them does. — J. Benson

Three Meatloaf Haikus
Oh yucky meatloaf
sitting under the hot lights
so gray and gristly.
Nothing tastes worse than
you, not cauliflower or
even lima beans.
And what is that weird
thing sticking out
a whisker?
hair? a rubber band? — Jennifer L. Holm

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven's mouth. — Aberjhani

My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham ... — Christopher Moore

[And there was the matter of Dick Turpin. It looked like the same car, except that forever afterwards it seemed able to do 250 miles on a gallon of petrol, ran so quietly that you practically had to put your mouth over the exhaust pipe to see if the engine was firing , and issued its voice-synthesized warnings in a series of exquisite and perfectly-phrased haikus, each one original and apt ...
Late frost burns the bloom
Would a fool not let the belt
Restrain the body?
... it would say. And,
The cherry blossom
Tumbles from the highest tree
One needs more petrol] — Terry Pratchett

Haikus are quite hard
You always have to count them
...Chunky applesauce? — Benny Cramer

Most of my videos consist of fragments, one or two minutes long. They are haikus or sketches. I have thousands. — Jonas Mekas

But without most of the stuff I just listed above, Whole Foods would not exist. That organic food didn't arrive on the store shelves via an incredibly disciplined group of storks. I've seen the semis out in front and they don't harness the power of yoga and haikus. — Greg Gutfeld

It's the what if? The what then? And we know that if we go for it, if we risk it, we immediately stand to lose it. But weirdly, some part of us believes the feeling is two-way, because it must be; it's too special not to be. We believe that something's been shared, even if the evidence we have is ... what? A look that lasted a breath longer then we're used to? A second glance, when the glance could easily have been to check whether there are any cabs coming, or whether the jacket we're wearing that's caught their eyes would look good on their boyfriend, or why it is we seem to be staring at them.
I saw you. You don't use overhead handles on the train. Hoped it would jolt and you would fall to me. But no.
I smiled. These small moments, never said out loud, as formed and perfect as sweet little haikus, romance and longing carved out in the dust of a grubby city. — Danny Wallace

November the seventh
The last
Faint cricket — Jack Kerouac

This is for all the people I'll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn't broken my mother's teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hasn't been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. This is for you. — Chuck Pulaski

The other man, just as
lonesome as I am
In this empty universe — Jack Kerouac

I am a musician who also does love to explore the world in many ways, so my approaching with my songs, videos, and haikus is: 'Make It Real.' — Flula Borg

A violinist fiddled.
With strings resined for winter.
Summer's light splintered. — H.S. Crow

I knew I loved you
when 'home' went from being a place
to being a person. — Eric Micha'el Leventhal

There is a sense of motion and a concise, immediate image in haikus and Anishinaabe dream songs. — Gerald Vizenor

Haikus are easy
But sometimes don't make sense
Refrigerator — Rolf Nelson