I’d like to invite everyone to compose some haiku on the topic of diabetes. For the sake of simplicity, here’s a straightforward definition of haiku:
A form of Japanese poetry consisting of only three lines. The first line must contain 5 syllables, the second line must contain 7 syllables, and the third line must contain 5 syllables.
Ready, set, go!
Prick slender fingers
To learn the magic number
I must make them bleed
I’ve diabetes.
I don’t like it none too much.
Diabetes bad.
Alleles on a gene
Inherited randomly
Islet cell death code
Written by my daughter:
so I wrote a dang (can’t get my mom kicked off I guess) good freaking haiku about how you guys talk about too much and should get a hobby or something, cuz if you’re anything like my mom you guys are literally obsessed. But my mom said I couldn’t. So here you go. 
. Also use “bad words” in your mind when reading this. Thanks. I’m out.
Angry about D
My daughter is lashing out
Her words cut and burn
Three-fourths of my life
Duelling this monster within
It will never win
Damn you, Sam Nineteen
You triggered asthma attack
By making me laugh
Got diabetes
Chicks still dig me anyway.
Reckon could be worse.
Written by T-Chizzle:
twenty one pilots
is my obsession. also
i have the bete-betes.
my mom said it needed to be about diabetes but i gotta rep the clique. |-/
Diabetic me
Don’t want candy, sweets, syrups
Just one plain pancake
I don’t get a break
Newborn that never grows up
Oh! There’s the baby
Really hate haiku
I don’t see the point of this
I’m going to bed
Translated from my then 4 year olds descripton of diabetes. Probably not a proper haiku but cut her slack she was only 4.
They live in body
You can not see them
You can’t eat any candy
Or you will get more
I got the sugars
diabetes known to
all in grape land as sugars.
D sent away friends
D really ruined my life
Rather be normal
Alone, sugar bad
Ask for help, turned away
Good numbers not reached
Story of my life
Health an unreachable goal
So what is the point?
Fasting numbers bad
Tired of trying to fix it
Nothing is working
Must tend to happier thoughts and the dog:
Fuzzy black nose is
In my face, so very cute
Wanting walk, treats, love.
Big tongue, panting lots.
Rub my ears, scratch my back, now!
Give me milk bones, already!
Awoke this morning
To see a sixteen-point-five
Just another day
A carbohydrate
It used to be so simple
Now must be counted
I published this poem on TuDiabetes on January, 2012:
Haiku Times Three
Spring Life
Glint of Ruby-throat,
rabbits nesting in my herbs.
New life – insulin.
Summer Love
Territories marked –
scents and songs and beating wings.
Drowsy dream of cures.
Autumn Inspiration
Frost startles the leaves,
rosemary tingles the air.
My scarecrow wears blue.
yes Haiku-betes was started by @dino
but I love having a new topic on this!