students' haiku

A snail under a hydrangea's leaves sheltering from the rain

If I open my room's door, I can start the day. But I can't move. I'm sleeping. I'm escaping.

Don't stop raining. I don't want people to see my tears.

After the rain the sunlight returns and with it everyone's smile

My grandmother asks me, "Are you really my grandchild?" Because of my hair colour.

I eat a tortoiseshell candy, and remember the day when I first rode a bicycle.

Summer is coming. Yes, yes, yes! Let's go out and play!

My diet always starts tomorrow, but when will tomorrow come?

I feel summer is coming when I smell the breeze.

I feel my heart leaps up when I see him.

The hard cold wind turned into a gentle breeze, and I sense the arrival of spring.

One spring afternoon I fall in love at first sight with a boy. A flower blooms in my heart.

Sorry. I forgot my photo. I'll bring it next week.

I found a good company. Lucky me! But I was too late for the deadline . . .

Heaven and earth, knife and fork, you and me.

I forgot my mobile phone, and feel bad all day.

Scrambled egg, fried chicken. The lunchbox is full of my love.

Cleaning my room, clearing my memory.

Summer is coming, but I have to keep my face white because I am job hunting this year.

I'm lonely at midnight. No one has called me.

One stormy night my umbrella got broken, and so did my heart.

I look up at the sky and see a plane flying by. Where are you going? Take me with you!

Golden Week has ended. We have no holidays until the summer vacation. I'm already looking at the calendar for July.

My teacher's voice is getting farther and farther away. I am almost asleep.

I feel so sleepy early in the morning. I yawn a big long yawn in the train. Just then, my neighbour yawns, too.

In Golden Week my body is in Japan, but my heart is in Hawaii.

Clouds are floating lightly in the blue sky. Carp streamers are swimming among them.

I sat and wrote by the window in the warm spring sun.

I am surrounded by temptations on all sides. Dieting is not so easy as I thought.

I try to catch a person by the hand, but the person runs away. I have lost my wings.

There's nobody there when I get back home and every day I'm lonely. I want to get married soon.

When I feel lonely, I suddenly remember you. Is this love?