punk rock is the bomb
not hip hop or stupid pop
boy bands kiss my ass
by carlos guzman jr
i crave this feeling
to see disgust in your eyes
always wanting more
by carlos guzman jr
urban roadrunners
such a silly looking breed
jog along for hours
by A. Musing
forget the pigeons
mass ave is for roadrunners
(when it's late outside)
by scott (got the internet on)
Massachusetts Ave.
hear a WHACK - look up to see
pigeon suicide
by A. Musing (really wasn't) must have been sun glare 'boidy' never saw THAT sign
With life comes painful
conclusions, that it's not snap
but, it works on out
by Diablo
use the subjunctive
when waxing suicidal:
i wish i were dead
by anal, and an asshole
i'm no animal
i'm tired of your abuse
i wish i was dead
by carlos guzman jr
market street downtown
san francisco, sunny day
pigeons eat vomit
by k of let me paint you a picture I'll never forget
bird works for a lot
'specially in traffic jams
universal sign
by A. Musing
this is distraction
in the end, will you sell your
souls for Survivor?
by Diablo
It's often hard to
let go of the past until
it is time for it
by Diablo
the young need a thing
to batter to make themselves
feel better, we all do
by Diablo
hey, Mitsukai
have they repaired Turtle Bay?
North Shores old hotel
by Boston gal...missing the tradewinds
two wongs ate some wings
peanut sauce ginger and soy
pigeons can be fine
by A. Musing
when australia
rhymes with genitalia
grandma has a cock
by ash
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
