Mobile phone
disturber of peace
slave on my hip
leave me in peace
by peter searle the younger of australia
loves soft touch scars just as deeply as the sharpest knife
by peter searle the younger of australia
there are no lions
but i can hear dogs barking
not as dangerous
by Anonymous Poet
two freshwater ducks
collided on each other
sending neat ripples
by indiana
Thunder rumbles close
Another rainstorm coming
Time to hit the bong
by Janis
change is in the air
autumn weaves bold tapestry
looming yet unseen
by Gwenhyfar
early autumn rain
rotting leaves leave dark handprints
on the wet cement
by ;)
Patience, re: Search. (See
Haiku 22322.)
New language - takes time.
by Adam of Haikuville, PHP
familiar whisper
soft rustle through falling leaves
memories of you
by Boston gal ...good to see you back (Scott?)
The wood does seem to
Have had a calming effect
On the bad poets
by Janis of Toronto
i stepped in a field
and found that i'd lost my name
or gained another
by Anonymous Poet of scotch (hey Boston Gal, et al)
a close look reveals
subliminal messages
hidden in the grain
by Anonymous Poet of scotch
apologies? grace?
on bad haiku? i am stunned
it must be the wood
by scotch
Off to Seattle
Ducks Trolls Needles Underground
Rock n Roll Baseball
by onjaysun
we both made wishes
last night at a late hour
i hope they come true
by tiger of vegas
The past is coming
Maybe later on today
The search will be back
by Janis
my girlfriend will not
understand my intentions.
i do this for THEM.
by helix
the kid is not mine,
why do i love him so much?
breaking up sucks ass.
by helix
worn gifts from the sea
sands do sparkle jewel-covered
recycled old glass
by Boston gal
I liked the search,
more than the preview function,
where is the past now?
by Anonymous Poet
Knowing I should work
I am somehow compelled to
wallow in bad poems
by HaikuConvert
my love for you is,
all that i know and want too
wishing for your touch
by tiger of vegas
another virgo
celebrates this autumn day
past presents future
by Boston gal
telling my girlfriend
that i no longer love her
is going to be hard
by helix
all alone in here
there's no one to talk to me
where is everyone??
by some internet chick
good to stay in bed
on a day thats just like this
hugging my teddy
by some internet chick
its pouring down rain
jumping in the rain puddles
like being a kid
by some internet chick
rain rain go away
I want to go out and play
guess someother day
by some internet chick
The earthworms scattered
As the rain comes down today
Falling with intent
by Janis
nothing to forgive
just one more simple mistake
it's all bad haiku
by ash
To Ash Im sorry
I didnt see who you ment
can you forgive me
by some internet chick
what to write about
on such a gloomy rain day
good day for a nap
by some internet chick
get with the program
i wasn't aimed at your work
but someone lower
by ash
Q-tips OH Q-tips
oh what a wonderful thing
for itching my brain
by some internet chick
not dissing the page
loving the page brand new look
better than plain white
by some internet chick
don't dis the effort
it's the poets that are bad
not the site itself
by ash
pretty new haiku
the wood tones are so soothing
but where is the search
by some internet chick
how amazing you
you make time to work on
such a crappy site
by Anonymous Poet
intern politics
haider's kasperltheater
dadaism helps out
by mastahari of austria
funny thing happened
i came back to badhaiku
and got a woody
by scotch (i like the new look)
combing the shoreline
for cones, cowries and rock shells
amongst dead seaweeds
by indiana
Bad little SpellCheck
Should have getted that "gotted"
Now must hurted you!
by onjaysun
It's been long and far
sex, rage, drugs, cocks; and we are
still in the driveway
by Betty LeBomb
Wood paneling is
inspiring me to go home
and veneer my pets
by Betty LeBomb
Dad gotted zapped today
Still can't dance but he's back to
A normal rhythm
by onjaysun
Mac O S 10 .
2 . 1 . lung cancer
just might be more fun
by Betty LeBomb
This morning I worked
a coat-hanger contraption
to catch all these geese
by Betty LeBomb
Makes me very sad
To see innocent retreads
Who can't cross the road
by onjaysun
writer's block is the
void without huge issues or nightmares to distract
by Mox
middle east problems
i can see the signs right now
one more burning bush
by ash
