Haiku haiku hai
ku haiku haiku haiku
haiku haiku damn.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
Warm water makes pee.
Cold water makes hard nipples.
Dropped water makes rain.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
My nipples are now
Calming down from guaging up
Momentary bliss
by WyldKyss
.....
.......
u suck
by Anonymous Poet
I shalt not permit
you to claim my handle. Try
using oak or pine.
by ash
I smell Haiku fart
I piss 14 carat gold
Choke on that swill, beeyatch!!
by Hey Nonny Nonny of Uranus
ugh...my cumstained twat!
damn Chlamydia victim...
Betty is a whore
by Betty's Mom
Wake up, it's your life.
Don't give me that crap, says I.
Oh. I'm a toilet.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
my mom has no meat
you had better recognize
say my name, bitches
by Anonymous Poet
I've dyslexia.
sonn i cna't tpye rfo dgo htis
i lkie hte nmmnam ssack
by Will, Will
I don't eat the meats.
I will make an exception,
though, for your mother.
by Sick puppy of Horticultre
Arnold's granddad said,
"Scat," and added, "You know. Scat.
What you're standing in."
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
The first word man said
was probably ouch or ow
or goddammit. Right.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
mmm penis penis
mmm penis penis penis
mmm penis penis
by david grime of david grime
haikus limited
to 1000 characters
those would be big words
by king of nipples
This is forgery.
These words are someone else's.
I'm a big fat thief.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
i don't come to class
i was at the hospital
you want a apple?
by max of max
kissing cousins are
my cousins (they're taiwanese)
i never kiss them
by optional of optional
The TV is loud.
It makes my thinking come slow.
"Come slow" sounds perverse.
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
I know my last name.
It rhymes, I believe at least,
with the phrase "Blue Cyst."
by Censor sensor of Monrovia, SC
banging and banging
do you in the doggie way
say you love my cock
by Leon Phelps of St. Louis
It's funny how time
can reduce great lovers to
a stain on my couch
by Betty LeBomb
Guaging a piercing
To make small hole now bigger
It's throbbing fire.
by WyldKyss
quelle c
by Anonymous Poet
et votre haiku stupide aussi!
by Anonymous Poet
Va te faire foutre levez l'
by Anonymous Poet
De petites vacances
by Janis
A day in Venice
It took me but a minute
To get me some tweed
by Janis
Andrew McCarthy =
unattractive as they come
I'd have picked Duckie!
by Sexy Chicken of Funkytown. FK
amoeba of love
show a little affection
'cos it's all you've got
by ash
anonymous grump
don't insult my synapses
noting the plural
by ash
i suffer daily,
oh until when i dont know
i want to scream now.
by only hope
why are we joined now,
when love has flown away high
too far to get back.
by only hope
this is too much pain.
i want to get out but cannot
beloved will hurt.
by only hope
wrestler lifts the Rock
and when he slams down, we all
cheer for him to die
by wrest ler fan
yesterday's paper
in the next seat, no one there---
the train picks up speed....
by De Railed
but seriously,
this site is good for those with
only one brain cell.....
by Anonymous Poet
the ladies of Reny's
a store in Camden, Maine
told me I couldn't have a bag.
it's odd, because some people
like to have fun with other's
"attitudes"
by Moxie
sub-standard language
only becouse i been' fucked
go fuck the puryears
by {sic]soma
that previopus poem
was a something "un-called" for
sorry for my shit
by [sic]soma
you fuckers are sluts
thinkning you can make poems
you aint no poet'
by Anonymous Poet
some of us dislike
this site for it's lack of respect and
general attitude
by Anonymous Poet
some of us dislike
mox for his lack of respect;
this sites simple rules.
by Anonymous Poet
in the necessary tune
of the scapegoat
go find another game
by Moxie
No one visible up ahead,
no one approaches
from behind.
Not a footprint on the road.
Am l alone?
This much is clear--
the path the ancient
poets opened
is choked with brush,
and I've long since left
the public thoroughfare.
by Dharmakirti
Stag and doe
hard short lives
ranging the forest for
water and grass
they don't
betray each other they're
loyal
till death
by Anonymous Poet
moxie is the puck
in our ice-hockey game
without him, no game
by Anonymous Poet
if i could just be
serious for a minute,
america is suck.
by LANce STORm's CHEERios
choking on a cig
indigestion has set in
i stole a lover's memory
and he hates me now
by mox brathwaite of brooklyn, ny
