when you insult it
poetry is nonchalant
because it's so bad
by ash of you know it
Poetry is lame.
I'm so sick of poetry.
Above all, haiku.
by Mr. Negative of Basho Sucks so do the others. So boring.
I keep forgetting
This place exists and it may
Long after,I'm gone
by Mox
It's the worst cocktail
It's embarrassing to be
Associated.
by katongking of Sg
I'll have you know that
The Singapore Sling is bad
Don't waste your money.
by katongking of Sg
My haiku found you.
The words now enter your soul
And I possess you.
by But you are worth it of all the readers in the universe
Roses they are red
Violets they tend to be blue
Sugar is sweet--damn.
by Give Me Back My Syllable
Time ta git DOWN. Unh.
Time ta move yo haiku THANG.
Oh yes child. Woo woo...
by 1970s Funk gets hold of that HAIKU BEAT, hah!
A Singapore sling
For my broken haiku thing:
Tis' of thee I sing!
by Strike the Gong of King Konggggggggggg
Darth goes Singapore!
Or are you real, my new friends
Here at Bad Haiku?
by Katingkong of Gs
"Scratch again" he says
For the fourteenth time tonight!
No fingernails left...
by katongking of Sg
She tries so hard to compose
While losing her composure
She such a poser.
by katongking of Sg
Justicebestservedcold,
(Had to kill a syllable)
Are you in much pain?
by katongking of Sg
A twixt in the tale
A random bystander or ...
Someone familiar?
by katongking of Sg
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ... ... ... HA!
by justiceisbestservedcold of NONNNNNNNNOO
I am curious
of OblongPeePee's story
Betwixt KatongKing
by SuddenJumpScare! of Malaysia
We bid her adieu
We shall miss her thrilling tales
Of unplanned urine
by katongking of Sg
Oblongpeepee says
So long to ye, my work's done
Gotta pee now, ta!
by katongking of Sg
succussfully done
a fourteen minute journey
ends here bye bye gang
by oblongpeepee
Such terrible verse
My fertile mind makes garbage
Flies circling above
by katongking of Sg
Oh she finally found my
Haiku treasure trove
Can't I delete these?
by katongking of Sg
the final countdown
happily concludes at last
i can die happy
by oblongpeepee
Sat broken hearted
Waiting for the poop to fall
Drops stick in my crack.
by katongking of Sg
i am just yapping
to seventy seven k
victory awaits me
by oblongpeepee of sg
i often ponder
if i should quit on grammar
me choosed correct yay
by oblongpeepee of sg
Inspiration gone
Imagination sucked dry
Waiting for the rain
by katongking of Sg
pee always be like
no rush take your time ill wait
a sudden puddle
by oblongpeepee
I have to confess
Oblongpeepee's my daughter
She has my talents.
by katongking of Sg
House is filled with kids
Each one insufferable
Do I deserve this?
by katongking of Sg
A target awaits
Seventy seven thousand
As I churn them out.
by katongking of Sg
i spy a tissue
in the corner of my eye
this is concerning
by oblongpeepee
haikus for the soul
are written while i take poops
very satisfied
by oblongpeepee
darkest poetry
total eclipse of the art
as i moon the sun
by ash of pressed ham, anyone?
darkness of my soul
eats me alive as it eats
as I cry and cry
by darkness master of the void
two thousand years on
middle eastern clusterfuck
continues to grind
by ash of let god sort 'em out, but very slowly
The haiku-demons
They return, to possess me
No-- not THAT . . . no-- AIEEE !!!!!
by Lyrical Frothings of Convulsive Spasmodic Creation
My haiku power
Shall blacken their dread hour;
Worldlings shall cower.
by All-knowing Omnipotence of Magnificence
It shall be released
From the Pit of all Darkness:
The miasma-cloud.
by Blackness of Egyptian Night
It's a sign, oh Lord:
Yea, the SUN shall be darkened...
And Darth shall break wind.
by Astronomical Comical of Gastronomical
All living creatures
Simultaneously fart
blocking the sun’s rays
by Noticer of Flatulations 24:07 Trump Bible
Madame Blavatsky
Bought herself a vibrator...
Sophistry spasmed.
by Veil of Isis Removed
Le Bomb was set up
And the era still goes on
Such a long ash time
by Betty LeBomb of Haiku-ville
Grasping my dark spud;
The earth full of life and light--
Have you seen my hands?!
by Mr. Potato Head, Lord and King of Chatbots
Grasping the dark earth
My hands full of light and life
Have you seen my spuds?!
by Griffin of Nuneaton
We control your base
Your Easter belong to us.
Now we make the spring.
by But Not Downundah
set us up le bomb
the messiah are belong
shining bright above
by ash of holy wood
Hen was a rooster.
Rooster went looking for chicks.
Cock has a grandma.
by Happy Hen-house of Fox News Inc.
It has arisen!
on the most holiest day
grandma has a cock
by Betty LeBomb
Christ is indeed KING.
And Israel is not special.
Let the tables turn.
by Another Ex-zionist Who is Sick of it All
Christ is King these say
We can't say but who are they
Happy Easter, fam
by Mox
