Why I Write Haikus?
Writing haikus has been a simple yet complex process because I am aware that the English form of haikus is …
Audio Poems
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Four: Of Who We Are By Hannah Williams
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Three: Imagine By Hannah Williams
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Two- The Seed By Hannah Williams
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty One- Broken Tears By Hannah Williams
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty- Peace Stood Still Like A Tree By Hannah Williams
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Nine- Dear You By Hannah Williams
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Eight- Accent (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Six- Illusions By Hannah Williams
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Five- Not So Toxic By Hannah Williams
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Four- The Kiss By Hannah Williams
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Three- Acceptance Will Be My Duty By Hannah Williams
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Two- The Glass House By Hannah Williams
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty One- I Am Abstract By Hannah Williams
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty- Dear Daughter By Hannah Williams
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Nine- Limbo In A Promise By Hannah Williams
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Eight- The Financial Crisis By Hannah Williams
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Seven: Consent by Hannah Williams
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Six- Name Power By Hannah Williams
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Five- Take Me By Hannah Williams
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Four- The State Of Mind By Hannah Williams
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes. …
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Three- The Great Silence By Hannah Williams
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake. …
