It smells just like dew--
grass, the leaves and sky so blue
a rose picked from you
by Betty LeBomb
Blending red and green
swirling up almost madly
lawn mower flesh bomb
by Betty LeBomb
Dark and twisted trail
leads me to your sacred place
fur to weave a rug
by Betty LeBomb
Perched upon a post
the alien owl creature
grooms black tentacles
by Betty LeBomb
old brown dog lies near
he'll never retrieve again
the squirrels vex him
by ap
spotting and hissing
she snarls and attacks me
hormone replacement
by ap
wife is pissed again
it must be all the fishing
skin's tanned like leather
by ap
amontillado
follows dinner with a splash
rain drums the skylights
by ap spelling again
amontillado
follows dinne with a splash
rain drums the skylights
by ap
more thunder and rain
tree toads hop by the millions
grandma has a cock
by ap
what has poked my eye?
my own interpretation?
no, it's grandma's cock.
by scott of hh
master of all things
says i about myself-yes
what a bunch of crap
by axl
me / feels sorry
wheres the creativity gone ?
i watch too much tv, sam
by juliet c. of where the WW was invented
i am +oo afraid
of some kitten lurking around o.o
me gotta go soon
by juliet c. of where the WW was invented
i do not touch nerves
your own interpretation
pokes you in the eye
by ash
Hate is such a strong word
strong armed by the world
I will not submit.
All of you
take your bad haiku and shove it.
burn, burn, burn
by k_against_everyone of sf
The moons lolls headless
on the horizon
I have just read haiku from others
get the noose ready
by k_against_everyone
oh my god, people -
this is only bad haiku.
have a grain of salt.
by scott of hh
Scott makes me nervous
Ash's my haiku Master
I felt I was slapped
by mellie
if i flamed you, ash,
it's because you touched a nerve.
go suck grandma's cock.
(this was meant to be a sort of apology, but that last line just wrote itself.)
by scott of hh
If clown could die now...
...He would never close his eyes...
...Darkness is far worse...
by Rick Lark Lance of Hells Asylum, Cell 44...
mr. gosh can't see
lenore will never love him
a dead, dumb fucktard
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
moonlight on the net
where fore art thou, juliet?
bring my wallet back!!!!
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
I got lost in my house
Must be the acid
Where'd my acid go?
by Chandler of blah
Discarded Mucous
Hot summer sidewalk
Dog licked it up
by Gary B of Orange County
Fision, solar
Its all the same
Powers industrial vibrator.
by Gary B. of Orange County
I lost some weight
Must be the worm
Ill go eat
by Chandler of Orange County
My heart sprinkles with joy
Warm apple pie
Bad gas
by Cydnee & Chandler of Orange County
I can smell my feet
carnations with a splash of sweat
The summer
by Chandelr of Orange County
lingering sadly;
i wait for just one more word
but i am ignored.
by Mary Jane Starling of some psychiatric ward
icetea & FR
by juliet c. of where the WW was invented
worker bees can leave
even drones can fly away
the queen is their bitch
by juliet c. of where the WW was invented
spank the kitten, yay
spank their guts, that is not right! O.0
see the spiders smile ?
by juliet c. of where the WW was invented
the muscles all stretch
gaping hole...bottomless pit
power of goatse
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
the black lodge is near
dwarf in red dances around
laura is still dead
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
smoke rings in the air
empty molson's bottles drop
topias are here!
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
the letch brothers make
crimson rivers flow all down
autopsy table
by KittenGuts13 & Kidcarcass of Central Silent Hill
good once-better twice!
by axl
fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics
by axl hose
fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics
by axl hose
i see a yellow blur
brown logs land on grass so green
dance on Pikafecal, dance on!
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
a rose for my beloved
alas, she does not smell as sweet
maybe i'll bury her tomorrow
by KittenGuts13 of Central Silent Hill
dumped like so much trash,
i write an anguished poem.
it's sold to Hallmark.
but i take solace
knowing that there's always more
for your life at Sears.
by scott of hh
Oscar Wilde wrote,
"hearts are made to be broken".
So are soup crackers.
by scott of heartbreak hotel
one two three four five
one two three four five six sev...
hey, fuck you seven!
by Demons
