pheromone exchange
subconscious entanglement
misconstrued as LOVE
by maestro
purest flakes alight
on curbside tree once adorned
hail suburbia
by maestro of hell's kitchen visiting bergen county
rhyme? meter? be damned!
sustained theme? such balderdash!
haiku is the way
by maestro
mute rumination
most inferior haiku
forthcoming, assured
by maestro
What is this silence?
Inspirational failure
or quiet thinking?
by R. of PT
heart rent asunder
eviscerated husk falls
bad, lovelorn haiku
by maestro
They try to explain
They make a real effort -
But nobody hears
by R. of PT
be that as it may
mishapen contemplation
mankind in smitten vortex
by HL
beware my mistake
it's really spelt limerence
i love corrections
by ash
beware limerance
you might think it's the real thing
until the rush fades
by ash
if love is a drug
then lots of people o.d.
or get hangovers
by ash
It's bumpy or smooth.
The only variation
in anyone's life
by Janis of Toronto
a voice in the wind
heard...then whipped away soundless
is still remembered
by ...to gwen whatever
although probably
if it was realer, it would
hurt far more? dunno
by sheena
even if it's not
really bad or even real
anguish is still real
by sheena
even if it's not
what you would have thought of as
really being love
by sheena
those still unaware:
be informed that love is hell,
even if it's not.
by sheena
thanks, mellie, for that
extremely nice inclusion--
complimentary
by sheena
spider, weave a gown
~silky~ that clings like water
swirled about my hips
as dew it should fall
lit by dawn~like diamonds
the larks have sewn on
then as he comes near
so close to see ~ he'll be caught
content not to pass
by Gwenhyfar
Stately Kaga-san
With shiny sequined jacket -
What lies underneath?
by Anonymous Poet
Slightly evil grin,
Munching yellow peppers,
Kaga should be mine!
by A. of Kitchen Stadium
mango tree dripping
plump juicy fruit ripening
flying fox squealing
by mellie
Funny exercise
Might be worth a bad haiku,
maybe even two...
by R. of PT
Let's see if it works...
Wow! It does work! Mysteries
of HTML
by R. of PT
this old man, he knows
this old cat well enough to
find a lane, a train..
by Dr. Claw of ???
this cat has moved,
acted, rendered meaning,
and told a story
by ComiCat of Jerzey
it's been a whole year
no real result to see
just ponder on that
by Garik of before, now, later
the perfect hit, ron
this is haiku history
preserved on the web
by ash
night duty beckons
i wish it would go away
or perhaps i could
by ash
lesson planning time
looked for haiku history
found awful poems
by ronald
drizzling sunday cool
boiled egg with toast dippers
lie about reading
by mellie
false expectations
catharsis and renewal
a happy new year
by ap
welcome paradox
anarchic optimism
i might yet emerge
by maestro
prime resolution
no interactive haiku
self-indulgence, ho!
by maestro
brand new calendar
fresh course of nihilism
i love a parade
by maestro
Domino's Dots kill
local gnome, friends threaten to
release that "noid" tape.
by onjaysun (Noid Sez Doesn't Know Sheep)
and it's coming up
the White Mountains when it comes
slam, bang, hills of snow
by Mox
Vicious Vermicious
Knid, I miss the old you
please put down that boy
by Heather of Port Colborne
listen quietly
the hush of winter silence
snows white peacefulness
by Boston gal "snowed in" and lovin' it
she's still roaring and
as always, the gentle voice
silences Morgoth
by Anonymous Poet
what's some of the ot?
let others think about it
i gotta sleep now
by mellie
oh yeah, forgot
might have been better to say
grandma has a cock
by mellie
for read read real
I shoud be asleep in bed
kookaburras laugh
by mellie
what was that about?
maybe it's me who's lost it
I don't think is is
by mellie, wondering where the good old read badhaikuists are hiding these days, not sheena and ash of course, just some of the ot
the choices are made
I can make my own and
decide the stressful ones
I cannot make the minds here
be other than what they are
the wave
by Anonymous Poet
some people fight for
everything they have because
it's all others allowed...
by Anonymous Poet
hey, if you open
the door and stop playing
buddy clique
maybe this place can turn out
writing and not be an online
version of a McDonald's staff
by Anonymous Poet
if it strikes a nerve
with the insecure often
insults are the last resort
by Anonymous Poet
cool, ash, i hadn't
noticed until you pointed
it out to me
by sheena
oh look, its near five!
time for running out the door.
enthusiasm!
by st0rmy of Sydney Australia