We just had coffee
I am still in love with her
Miss my ex lover
by She
Our sea
by William Nippress even in a wet suit
Teetering madness
I just ignore my problems
Hope they go away
by Who
How was I to know?
It
by vomiting William Nippress
streams of consciousness
strange tangential communions
contagious madness
by ash
i write about surf
using the vernacular
and you chuck that up
by ash
Call to God
by Every bathroom has one
i was fully sick
that looked awesome she told me
scorching right hander
by ash
Just wait it
by Who the hell wants a sports car when your aged 70
How am I doing?
My life, all that it could be?
Is there more than this?
by Sometimes I just sit and think and sometimes I just sit
I spin on one foot
Just looking for a way out
It
by William Nippress
Memorable haiku.
No! Funny absolutely.
And sometimes profound.
by William Nippress
Defenestration.
A window onto the world,
Literally. Splat!
by Lush
This dyslexia
It no is matter laughing
Cure for be can found
by Brady of Toronto
Semaphore haiku
\./ _./ \. ._ - "Five more! Seven more! Five more!"
\ /
Aerobic meter
by Brady of Toronto
Listen up Cheney
The phrase is 'The buck stops here'
_Not: 'The buckshot's here'
by Brady of Toronto
parthenogenic
Like Christ and 'Whip-Tail Lizards'
Both clones of their mom
by Brady of Toronto
See Dick. See Dick hunt.
Quail not duck. Duck harry duck
He didn't duck, Dick.
by ewolfram of nyc
Life is no more than
a sexually transmitted,
terminal disease.
>
Raw flesh exposed weeps,
the loins stabbed and injected
with life
by Mr Happy
Stiff opposition
in the ring: one submission,
one throbbing sphincter.
by Pokeaman of Sodom
dyslexic poet
you know it's the thought that counts
and thus you fcuk up
by ash
Lacking social skills
I grab her arse and fondle
Speak obscenities
by How else would she know I like her?
Wot you lookin' at?
You got a fuckin
by skinhead social skills haiku
Sitting on the shelf,
now comes crashing to the floor,
Humpty-Cookie-Jar.
by oh crumbs!
Hunting catapult,
baby mice ammunition.
A red splattered wall.
by Lost Boy
birdy flew -- boom -- missed
friend peppered ironically
V.P. -- what a dick!
by Eric Wolfram of New York City
No Dude, I'm Laughing.
Of Course It Is,"Bad Haiku".
You Are The New King
by Scott of Of This Planet
Dude, I laugh
All your base
Are belong to us
by M / C
Did Doc Severinson
perform some amputations
before conducting?
by Lush
Quaffed so much vodka
Painful head, puked under bush
Intoxicated
by Pskov
Golden Adele
and Brad Pitt in vienna
Both just visitors
by Austrian of you guess
Brown Water and Wood
I guess it's a metapher
Fascist's dream came true
by Paranoid Austrian of city of gotanwotan
in ninety nine years
some bad haiku on my grave
life is not a game
by Austrian of Rotten but not Forgotten
Luhan my Marshall
Modern Media Guru
and crazy dreamer
What if you were right?
Your Global Village on fire.
Fuck Information?
Freedom of haiku!
Powerful Incorrectness
Don't show no respect!
by stupid austrian of Austria
Pregnant with maggots.
Sunken-eyed and coffin-wombed.
Rigor mortis babe.
by johnny rotten
Virgins in a row.
All bright-eyed and glossy-lipped.
Giggling question marks.
by Dave
The cheeks slowly part.
A tongue drools down the warm cleft.
Threads of saliva.
by Pokeaman of Sodom
swollen fingers throb
time to make a mental note
don't thump a wasp nest
by ash
come on you people
production values waning
an your spelling sucks
by ash
Scandinavians
Hurtling down slopes in tights
Dead air, NBC
by Lush
Waves crash upon rocks
thunder claps rien thi air
by Anonymous Poet
green grass swaing
trees waving
green
by Anonymous Poet
surfing upon freeway
snow lies sahara
wet on top sudan
by Anonymous Poet
wrong correct again
no answer understand
next question please
by Anonymous Poet
sea waves curling swirling blue
by Anonymous Poet
leapfrog peacocks proud
decide enhanced book
belief resumes tommorow
by Anonymous Poet
surfing through myspace,
reading the words of big geeks,
many pages fail.
by Michael of Slidell, La, USA
Do you not hate him?
When you through these stones at him
Better ignore him
by If he feeds on hate, that makes sense
Feed Him with your stones
cast upon Him from your hand.
Satan thrives on hate.
by Satan of your lost soul
