Jumping monkeys are fun!!
Oh what joy I want to jump!
Affe ist monkey!
by Turnip Man of Norwich, England
temple birds warble
my spirit, ten pounds of shit
in a zip-lock bag
by Basho-matique of myob-byob
looking at the sky
to find remedy in stars
just abyss, i sigh
by robert lane of melbourne, australia
looking at the sky
to find remedy in stars
just abyss, i sigh
by Anonymous Poet
purple preymantis
lives in a land of chaos
turquoise tadpoles swim
by Anonymous Poet
on the couch you ask
do you want a cup of tea
i answer: yes please
by robert lane of melbourne, australia
Verily I fall over
, ouch.
It hurts my limbs
by Pink Moon
I'm not feeling up to this,
he grumbled,
while spewing out nonsense.
by Pink Moon
Moral? Immoral?
Deontological or
Consequential? Stop!
by Jane of Princeton,
Fifteen hours left
Until I'm a free woman
Then comes Coronas...
by Jane of Princeton,
and i dreamt i died
but with time to drive around
and say my goodbyes
by Hollywood Bonfire
html hmmmm
i wonder if this is right
somehow i doubt it
by Jane of Princeton,
Hey Ash... Wanna take
My ethics final? Peter
Singer is from Oz...
by Jane of Princeton,
regarding haiku
it's five, then seven, then five
innumerate fools
by ash
When sharpening his pencil
The boy lets out a shriek
That was his cock
by Moussa
I lie in wait for the dawn
Like a Frenchman
For an arse-pummelling
by Moussa
A crusty old woman's
Last sexual gesture
Is picking her nose
by Henry
The jail bait is calling
It seems school is out
But so is the prison
by Henry
It seems I am ready
Shotguns by my side
To go on my rampage
by Henry
I fucked your dad
I'll fuck your sister
But your mum's too fucking ugly
by Moussa
When drinking spirits
One bottle not enough
You're fucked in the morning.
by Henry
In drowning my sorrows
I look for death
Like a consummate lemming.
by Henry
I think that my mother
Was fucked in the head
When she gave birth to me.
by Henry
hollywood bonfire
get all fucked up soon y'hear
and write more haiku
by ash
i quit everything
a goddamned mormon
my haiku sucks
i'm edgy and lonely
i've been running a lot
getting in shape
climbing the walls
but let the record show
that still I would love
a cigarette
five beers
three bonghits
by Hollywood Bonfire
my one wish right now:
us in a bar and half-drunk
sharing camel lights
by Hollywood Bonfire
attention art girls
regardless of who you are
i'm in love with you
by Hollywood Bonfire
Three finals left now
Then finally it's summer
And I can relax
by Jane of Princeton,
it's 1:11
the deadline is five pm
3 pages to go
by Jane of Princeton,
Haven't quite started
Must stop procrastinating
To write this last beast
by Jane of Princeton,
Two papers complete
Now it's philosophy's turn
Six pages to go.
by Jane of Princeton,
the trouble with this
as far as I plainly see
moths fly in my ear
by Peter Gunn of York, usa
To sleep I must go
Paper is coming nicely
Perhaps I will pass.
by Jane of Princeton,
Settle down, doo-doo.
No need for vulgarity.
Tell us what happened.
by KatKrotch
You wouldn't even
feel it, you're so fucking loose.
Fuck a skyscraper.
by doo
Go fuck yourself with
a running chainsaw. Does it
make a nice dildo?
by doo
Nasty slut! Die! Die!
Drink urine through your nostrils,
fucking dick-warmer.
by doo
Let's see what you think
about me after I tear
open your skull, Bitch.
by doo
Twice today he asked
me to leave. You'd think I'd get
the point and just go.
by Kimberly Sowell
The Exhibitionist
I've wanted to kiss
you since the afternoon when
I tried to draw your
portrait. People watched
me watch you without ever
knowing anything.
by KatKrotch
Half
Your friend doesn't like
me much. Something must be wrong.
I want you to crowd
through my emotions
until you are everything,
but Emily is
better for you. She
has a dog. Matt says you need
a good lay. I'd be<
by Kimberly Sowell
Introspective
I know it`s always
about me. All of my thoughts
start with one letter.
by KatKrotch
Four pages complete
Technically just four more
Then start paper two.
by Jane of Princeton,
half page is written
seven and then some to go
i wish i were done
by Jane of Princeton,
Alone, the nights I
write, you still live. Each month, for
three days, the moon dies.
by bleeding one of Princeton,
I'll let Steve know this
So that he can join the fun
And relive the past
by Jane of Princeton,
I did not realize
That this site was still alive
Hooray for haiku
by Jane of Princeton,
whiskey on the rocks
Johnny Walker Black Label
cheers to the good life
by Anonymous Poet
autumn at my place
white haze slants below cirrus
still, cold afternoon
by ash
Haiku, I hate you
Hey Sonnet, I hate you too
Poetry is dumb.
by Austin
