pale subnlight journeys
weary spirit passes by
searching for the spring
by haiku r us
Obsession is there
Every time i write something
Some fool does comment
by A Student of Did you, yourself, not just comment
seems the time is right
ash: wish that you could be mine
irresistible
by sigh... I know that you're taken
Still is the water
Broken by a disruption
The coming of rain
by A Student of A Haiku - The First, and probably last 'proper' haiku on this page today
long on syllables
obsession your delusion
bottom of the class
by ash
Short on talent then?
Why does everybody obsess
Over my haikus then?
by A Student of tired of your infantile comments
blix sticks fix with nix
war more sure than 'twas before
rhyme but not reasons
by ash
she flounced down the street
jiggling like a cheap hooker
in an old movie
by ash
What tomorrow brings:
A funeral for a friend
Then a friend to kiss
by sweetbetty of Cali
it makes sense to me
that you'd get a peach while high
since they are stone fruit
by scotch of (welcome back, bet)
dare i eat a peach?
a blue, glowing martian peach?
eat or be eaten
by scotch
"so you play music?
what instrument do you play?"
me: "I play the fool"
by scotch of (chuffed with myself for that one)
timing! that's the key
to all the best comedy
wait, i screwed that up
by scotch
let me demonstrate
what sheer talent truly is:
take it away, ash
by scotch
seems thin-skinned to me
(student of boring ennui)
short on talent too
by Mike likes sporting news
Male maturity?
So I am immature then
Writing on this site
Has shortened what was
Left of my patience for those
Who would be stupid
by A Student of Zimbabwe
Your opinions are
Not important to me so
I shall ignore them
by A Student of Repetition, boring? but a sign of intellect
Let's get one thing straight
I'm sure you're a nice person
But I have no proof
And I shall assume
You are standard redneck scum
And discard your views
by A Student of the South
dear boyish student
have you ever considered
male maturity
by perpetual student mentality rather BORING you see
See the callous sheep
How it affects my spelling
With its evil ways
by A Student of Afghanistan
See the callous sheep
How it eats the other's grass
Amd torments the dog
by A Student of Wales
my secret weapon?
thirty-eight then twenty two
thirty-eight again
by Lola
My secret weapon,
a blue bar of wonder-all,
scrubs winter away
by Betty LeBomb
With tickets in hand
I now anxiously await
the puppy-go-round
by Betty LeBomb
Swirling to my waist
like my feet upon the sky
a color so blue
by Betty LeBomb
Sky went nuclear
with millions of tiny flakes
a winter snow-bomb
by Betty LeBomb
what's any guy want
everything given freely
and then even more
by any guy
Tis good to be back
after time circling the moon
apollo now lands
by Betty LeBomb
what could he want now?
looking for that perfect gift
my sweet valentine
by inquiring minds want to know
Oh my, another
But I only wrote one poem then
Twenty five dollars?
by A Student of Manchester
Poet of the year?
You censored most of my work
Most of the good poems
by A Student of Poetryy
there is a name for
what afflicts you mox, your pain
is named "your a slut"
by Jim of NY
Lil Bush and Cheney
Show the way to victory
to a horse and ass
by Ray of Garner
If I sit through Dub's
Sales Seminar tonight, do
I get the toaster?
by onjaysun (I heard Saddam kicks puppies too!)
the apple's humming
out in the dark a dog barks
two pee cee's whirring
by mellie
welcome back betty
mars is a long way to go
but not when ya high
by mellie
the dog runs ahead
barking puffs of frosted breath
minus one degrees
by Boston gal
There was a sweet time
between the moment we kissed
and when I shot you
by Betty LeBomb
I've got a blue peach
from the time I got so high
I landed on Mars
by Betty LeBomb
Coming over here
with a ketchup mouth booger
was not the best plan
by Betty LeBomb
Trying to stay in
between morning and my dreams
my cat wakes me up
by Betty LeBomb
Speller's on the broke
lost with control-alt-delete
can't conjugating
by Betty LeBomb
had to look it up
see it was a weenie joke
ash: comedian!
by hahahahahahahah
over coffee we
we play' the game of chit-chat
under the blue sky
you provided the match
that lit my stoge.
by ComiCat of reminiscent about that girl i met in Santa Barbara, once.
back to the kitchen
sheena humming an old fave
like: little red courgette
by ash (just kidding s.)
Mox Loves COCKS OH YEAH
Shake em, lick em, and STICK 'EM!
GIMME THOSE BIG ONES!!!!!!!!!!
by Mox
at this point, i think
i will stop being so wise
and just let 'er rip
by Anonymous Poet
despite that knowledge
bittersweet is memory
a deceptive haunt
by sheena
despite my knowing
that the future was foretold
in grimly scrawled runes
by sheena
my forfeited loves
haunt me with my refusals
ghosts i could have had
by sheena
