25 Days of Haiku and Tanka (#vss365 prompts)

25 stanzas of Haiku and tanka written with daily prompts from #vss365 on Twitter/X. Haiku has 3 lines per stanza (each line with 5-7-5 syllables, respectively). Tanka has 5 lines per stanza (5-7-5-7-7 syllables). The original prompt word is marked with #. Some have more than one prompt word; that covers more than one day of #vss365.

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I.
She's obsessed with him:
what she feels is not true love
just sad #limerence.


II.
Mum serves #muskmelon
tropical fruit in a bowl
But Hubby declines
the texture is way too much
appearance too exotic.


III.
Peaceful tranquil nights
light beams upon the river
I stand there, #moonstruck.


IV.
#intellectual
uses very big words to
#discombobulate


V.
The need to be seen
is so #poignant but also
so delusional.


VI.
There's too much shouting
things that do not matter much:
there's too much #clamor.


VII.
Argue with the storm
face the #shipwreck of folly:
it's a long way down.


IX.
An #exquisite meal
only distracts you from the
constant loud rumbling
of an unfulfilled stomach
or a very hungry soul.


X.
#Wrath of the #abyss
A dark churning storm far away
and coming closer.


XI.
A #sardonic tone
does not inspire confidence.
They do not trust you.


XII.
In #remembrance of
the old me, old habits all
left in the far past.


XIII.
#Sever connections
to people and things that don't
care for you ever.


XIV.
A #damnable shame
Innocents get penalized
for the guilty's work.


XV.
He has time blindness:
deadlines come up so quickly
be so #forgetful.


XVI.
Her tone is clashing:
#strident, whining, and needy
so I close my ears.


XVII.
Not only at night
the worst #depravity comes
in the light of day.


XVIII.
#Blood is physical
bonds do not depend on it
unless it's nurtured.


XIX.
I #cannot believe
How quickly the year’s sped by
Snow hasn’t come yet.


XX.
Have you ever felt
that no matter what you do
It is all #futile?


XXI.
A very long trip
Home #beckons even after
only three long days.


XXII.
Warm flames fills the air
wood smoke #writhes in gray ribbons
a winter bonfire.


XXIII.
#Convoluted plot
I completely lost the thread:
the climax falls flat.


XXIV.
This arcane knowledge
#hitherto unknown till now
this can change the world.


XXV.
He lay on his #pyre
his #sword of ancient right there
so cold by his side.