This is far too bad
to be called a bad Haiku.
It is simply shit.
by Blast from the past and very Israeli tooHaiku #202, by Danny Lieblich , Tel-Aviv, Israel - Why don't you
Sometimes I feel like
I am the only one who
Cares about haiku
by Blast from the past ku #8 by someone experiencing self-doubt
I do feel those depths
of emotions, selfish is
the torment but so
is suicide, and
that is giving up, bombs, void
you miss the laughs, and
you miss the air, the
stereotyped simple things
a few people, fuck
by Moxie
well, here's the rub, life
is suffering, and fun and
a lot of ands/buts
by Moxie
The blast from the past;
I certainly remember
Seeing that before
by Janis
makes me want to say
it's a wonderful world for
you, but not for me
by ash...... but credit to d.e.v.o.
dubya o dubya
will a fuel shortage trub' ya ?
iraqis snub ya
by ash
was that "lost highway"?
no, not a david lynch film
just a bad haiku
by disturbed
was that "lost highway"?
no, not a david lynch film
just a bad haiku
by disturbed
his mattock weilding
she's carved up and laid out now
leaves a gaping hole
he'd wildly slashed her
all for some lady fingers
to fill that place there
by mellie
A bad po em is
one thing. A bad Hai ku adds
up to sev en teen
by :) blast from the past
pulling legs off bugs,
torturing mox, remorseless
continuum of fun
by :)
bank shares are rising
other than for the west bank
morally bankrupt
by ash
I.N.G. direct
guy...whenever he says 'nickle
and diming!!' cracks me up.
by Anonymous Poet
at first I thought less
of you, but then remembered
all those poor ants
by Nick Numb to k
i used to pull legs
off spiders and watch them sit
but I was a kid
by k of no real remose
seems that in my haste
I did but forget to type
that color *pink* there
by oops
flowered prison
(my brother would fling those frogs)
seems so much kinder
by A. Musing
a plan's been floated
to pour sea in the niger,
bring in oil tankers
by scott (yes, i'm still on about this)
the ladyslipper
had a flower that i made
a prison for frogs
by scott (not proud of this one, but i was a kid)
i'd sit by the spring
dip pebbles on a forked twig
all stones were precious
by scott
great huntress had I
yapping beagle chasing dreams
Bimbo was her name
by Boston gal
i used to pretend
i was an indian brave
moving noiselessly
by scott
when i was a child
the forest was my playground
it's been mostly cleared
by scott (back in Massachusetts, a bit west of Boston)
once all the redwoods
were nearly in my back yard
lived in Eureka
by Boston gal now
when you're on a roll
you could be most anything
seedy, sweet or smooth
by A. Musing (sorry couldn't resist)
just hit me that you're
gone and that i'm here alone
can't wait 'till thursday
by Anonymous Poet
well, if libra could
restore the balance to that
region, it would be
cool...
by Moxie
flying Saturday
triskaidekaphobian
unfortunately
by Boston gal
when you're on a roll
no one really counts -- we all
just enjoy the ride
by A. Musing
strife on the west bank
israel can send a tank
till george sends a yank
by ash
anti-semantics
the pluralist solution :
let there be pieces
by ash .... had to correct it
pity i can't count
seems my final solution
is short by one peace
by ash
way to go there, ash
I must say you have a way
metaphoric puns
by A. Musing
aries boweled me
over with advice, on moving
on, stuck in neutral
by Moxie
anti-semantics
pluralist solution
let there be pieces
by ash
gutsy move dubya
intestinal fortitude
send "colon" powell
by ash
gabbing poets rant
bombs and queens the bitches too
tap upon our keys
by the Teach
high ranking royal
it was time to bury her
a load of old pomp
by mellie
turn on my tv
and they're still burying her
it's deadly boring
by ash
can't believe the news
bombs and hate tear anxious flesh
it must end and end
by Pedro of Cali
where does it all go
the bad "poetry" we write
my God, it's all here
by Peter of California
queens and rooks take turns
to duck and dive for my king
man, i suck at chess
by Peter of California
let's hope the muse guides
me through pub quiz to a win.
After that....strip club?
by k
to be jungian,
she is my bitch, i'm her bitch
i bitch myself out
by scott (bitch bitch bitch...but meaning everything i wrote)
your muse is a bitch?
Why not make the muse YOUR bitch?
I know it's in you.....
by k_against
i work for my muse
she can be a bitch sometimes
for instance, today
by scott
jesus scott! post
a few bad haiku's why don't you?
How's work anyway?
by k
the garden is fine
what i have a problem with
are the gardeners
by scott
who promised you a
garden of eden? live, die,
pity your children
by Anonymous Poet
