pigeons flying rats,
their cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom
by kookoo
pigeons flying rats,
there cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom
by kookoo
mukis and vomit
these things all fall in to it
what a piece of crap
by carlos guzman jr (l.a.u.s.d trash can)
good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick
by carlos guzman jr
good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick
by Anonymous Poet
mox is as mox does
and since i've never spoofed mox
one wrong makes no right
by scott (i should let it go, but i kind of do like my name)
two wings made a wong.
number that is, Then three?
a bird and a half?
by scott, if...
two wrongs make a right
and three wrongs make everything
right enough to be wrong
by k of by the way...the 17 syllable rule is crap!
my little brother
really...a pain in the ass
I love to beat him
by A. Musing (especially at chess)
My little sister
Has a flare for dramatic
Likes to sound beaten.
by WyldKyss
Staring at the clock,
Bored silly, need to stay up -
It is caffiene time!
by Mitsukai of Honolulu HI
but I must admit
that Boston gal (yes, it's true)
s'in a royal funk
by yeah...I'll get over it
just another name
(love those nom de plumes, I do)
not pregnant at all
by simply A. Musing
my fingers are fat
so chubby I can't type right
water retention
by Lolita...gazing at first line of earlier haiku...oops
Ican't see my legs
my belly is simply huge
two more months to go
by Lolita
It's up to my waist
and through its soupy mist
I can't see my legs
by Betty LeBomb
the thread of desire
and the needle that draws it
is my nemesis
by Boston gal
strangers when we meet
how quickly the courtship passed
strangers as we part
by Boston gal
I hate the summer
My car AC had gone out
Three hundred and Ten.
by WyldKyss
Sitting in office,
Must haiku before I work -
Will get pink slip soon.
by Mitsukai of Honolulu HI
We all need haiku
Bad haiku better than none
At best, busy work
by Mitsukai of Honolulu HI
those who procreate
must know something that i don't...
that, or vice versa
by scott
often forgotten
in the quest for seventeen:
the haiku moment
by scott
first, five syllables
second, seven syllables
third, five syllables
"all too easy"
-darth vader
by jesse of cincinnati
you useless pedant
unworshipped; paralysis
of ostentation
by jesse of cincinnati
yeah
i blew that one
and this one.
by jesse of cincinnati
simple catalyst
i become violent, seeing
your NASCAR sticker
by jesse of cincinnati
the old man gargles
the blue bong sings in gurgles
the young man giggles
by jesse of cincinnati
some like it baking
some just get bak
by sheena
mewrowr? mewr mrrow
seven syllables of cat
are too hard to scan
by sheena
belov-ed sunshine
this house feels much like a kiln
summer is coming
by jesse of cincinnati
how can haiku stop?
shit and poetry don't end
equal amounts here
by sheena
mysterious cat
so many stories to tell
and only one word
by scott
the muse is angry
spraying bodily fluids
from all orifices
by scott, saving Chowerhead the effort
infinite is
the permutation of one
when one is deep sky
by sheena
real sorry, jesse
will try not to spraypaint folks
tough to control, though
by sheena
mox, you're a fuckwit
i came to check the haiku?
inane once again
by sheena
your spastic colon
i can't take you anywhere
how embarrassing
by jesse of cincinnati
haiku is finite
when the last one is written
we'll need new hobbies
by scott (practice your sonnets)
this is my haiku
i have now wasted two lines
this is the third one
by jesse of cincinnati
Urban youths gyrate
on cardboard in baggy clothes
by Chowderhead
The Muse is angry
using haiku for chat makes
her want to vomit
by Chowderhead
Well, some know the game
and some make up the rules as
they go right along
by Diablo
Y my rating sucks
'cause dave's a proper bastard
dickhead dot com too
by mellie
Well, I guess you take
it as it falls and deal with
Grandma's cock per diem
by Diablo
it must be dave's fault
when i lose literati
grandma has a cock
by ash (with a thx to mellie)
When someone catches
on fire, sometimes, it's a
spiritual flame
then again, we are rife
for satire here
by Diablo
Which came first, the press?
The president, the king? Well
Sheep are sheep are sheep
by Diablo
banned for life thats what
one bartender says, yet he
makes it such a point......
by Anonymous Poet
