Sorry I goofed up
Too many syllables there
Damn you, Pokemon!
by Basho-matique
Pokemon, my heroes!
Little wonderbugs. We thank
you again Toyota!
by Basho-matique
Stir up those feelings
Let the blood flow down south
Come and taste my love
by Tony's Grandpa
we wish you a merry christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
and a happy new year
by ash
Oh, damn it to hell
you fucked with my drunkin'' mind
go blow yourself now
by wild_strawberrie
big hats, little hats
It does not matter to me.
My head is too small
by Tripman
I''m drunk writing this.
Why can''t I be with a girl.
Damn, my ugliness
by Tripman
new century eh ?
even be that if it may
i say f2k
by ash
glory to jesus
there are thieves in the temple
but good sales later
by ash
infundibulum
sub-dehumanoidizing
unacceptable
by Sopuku-matic
unacceptable
sub-dehumanoidizing
infundibulum
by Basho-matic
Wherever I look
I try to make sure I see
Outside of the box
by SHAGGYDOO
Alphabetically,
to tell you my life''s story
works as well as time.
by bleeding one
Stroking my long hair,
She turned to me and yelled out,
"I want you to leave!"
by SHAGGYDOO
Inside my own skin
There is something to be said
About how I feel
by SHAGGYDOO
Zero tolerance
Zero this and zero that
kamikazees rule
by Basho-matic
dipsomaniac
ba-humbugs infesting her
she deserves fruitcake
by Basho-matic
quite utterly stoked
here grinding out metaphors
i have found my niche
by Basho-matic
little white lies, no
never hurt the ones you love
send em U P S
by Basho-matic
Early morning stroll;
Winter constitutional:
My ears are quite cold.
by Scrunty Hardbody
It''s not that I''m not
sympathetic, it''s just that
I really don''t care.
by hhtigerlily
Is it ignorance?
Is it apathy?
I don''t know and I don''t care.
by hhtigerlily
A Haiku has seventeen syllables.
Not no sixteen or eighteen.
by farkel
Five, seven, five
The rhythm of the haiku
Five, seven, five
by Spike
Tissue, once soggy
But now long since dry, adheres
Texturing the wall
by Kenneth Extension
Sore, wet carpet burn
Brands your coccyx with a mark
That says ''Not Virgin''
by Kenneth Extension
Brackish molasses
Soothes my sandpapery throat
Thus preventing coughs
by Kenneth Extension
Subsided swelling
Leaves my skin hanging in folds
Like velvet curtains
by Kenneth Extension
Fake tomato plant
Held up with a bamboo cane
Fruitless, like a search
by Kenneth Extension
One, twenty-six, five,
Twelve, nine hundred oh, Edward,
There are too many.
by Scrunty Hardbody
good tidings we bring
or some other jolly thing
a ring-a-ding ding
by ash
Dear my job.
I hate coming to visit.
You overwhelm me with your hospitality.
by Anonymous Poet
In the laundry room
The lonliness permeates
Deep into your clothes
by Tony's Grandpa
Doing the wash sucks!
I think I need a maid here.
To clean up this place!
by Tony's Grandpa
ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
That is so very fun
by neo of Canada
Hold it in your hand
Be the best friend you can be
Kiss it...yes...kiss it
by SHAGGYDOO
Late night close-up smiles
Show me that you like the touch
When my tongue is there
by SHAGGYDOO
first i become those
my parents warned me about
then i became them
by ash
between now and then
twixt today and tomorrow
the same conjunction
by ash
These god damned drivers!
They don''t have a clue today.
Where is my pill box?
by Tony's Grandpa
Tip toed through the room
So not to wake the bovine
Hey....we all need lovin!
by Tony's Grandpa
Wretched bag of poop
Left on my doorstep tonight
By those bastard kids
by Tony's Grandpa
a quaint bungalow
hibachi blackened lambchops
crossword puzzle hell
by Basho-matic
if you can dream it
than it''s possible, they say
that''s ridiculous
by Hollywood Bonfire
six pieces of meat
one obscene bowling trophy
seven tylenol
by Hollywood Bonfire
in my mom''s house dress
i sing songs about nothing
and piss in the food
by Hollywood Bonfire
nobody can see
the rainbow
on my rear window
by What-Bad-Means? of Is that all?, Grow up!
January is........
A time for new direction
In warmer climates
by SHAGGYDOO
the skys are blue today
i''m writing just to say hey
so what do you think?
by AmBeR of cHeStEr,
ultramarathon
thirtyone miles thru the mist
sure''s nice to sit down
the brave legs are spent
beaten up by hilly trails
but beer soothes the soul
by mondongo of Houston
