A series of Haikus.

[rosalie]

I'm falling for you,
down a deep, dark tunnel ... fell.
Rescue me my love.

The tears on my face
freeze in their tracks, drop down low
to the ashen ground.

His hand raises and
She can't help but flinch at the
contact, the warm comfort.

The diamond in the
rough, glistens to the somber muse
of the rock and leaf.

Love is a pretty
word, used to tell people that
They care for you. Right.

Death is simply the
next great adventure to those
ready for it. Are you?

[rosalie]

This is my second set of Haikus; these actually tell a story.

Her hand reaches out
and grasps his frozen hand. So
cold in deaths cruel hand.

The tears overflow
and freeze on her face, falling
to the ashen ground.

She fingers the blade
cold steel on her throat, poised to
attack, and end it.

She blocks the blows to
her face, tears streaming upon
the silken rug, stain.

She runs, tripping on
her dress; she throws it off and
hides, her face fearful.

She finds, in the folds
of her skirt, her knife. She puts
the blade over her heart.

Her hand tightens and
she thrusts, crying as her blood flies
through the air, propelled.

She falls, landing in
a heap, a smile upon
her face, blood on her.

Her spirit flys, to
be united with her love,
her one and only love.

[Zou ۞]

I gave my critique in the chat box. Here's an example of a set I find to be good.

Pitter patter, splash
Drip drip, falling, drip drip, cold
Beads in sound and look

Corroding always,
Placid, always transforming
Abrasive to smooth

Peaceful, absolution
Representing these two feelings
Pitter patter, Rain