Nothing much to say
One line, two lines, then one more
This is bad haiku
by Aditya
My cat can lay eggs
ahoy mighty meadow lark
my cat can lay eggs
by Betty LeBomb
Vernal equinox
Pal of USA, bollocks!
Pretentious display
by Lush
Relax in a bath
I hope I don't fall asleep
But that would feel good
by insomniac
I have never seen
so much water, moss, yard fish
a christmas so green
by Betty LeBomb
Even the smallest
puddles in the street eat cars
they don't mess around
by Betty LeBomb
The moss green sidewalks
are slowly becoming brown
the rain will stop soon
by Betty LeBomb
smoldering glances
scorch the air in between us
anticipation
by Anonymous Poet
after breakfast and
before lunch, I usually
have elevenses
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Steamy windows
her lips are kissed
She says nothing
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Fight we shall
in picturesque shade
of the Persian arrows
Picturesque
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Now that The Word
appeared in the Press
Nobody knows
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Be back in my heart
like tomorrow
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
must have a season
or otherwise it's senryu
this is not haiku
by Pal of USA
Alone in office
Rhythmless dancing ensues
Kinda like Elaine
by Julie of work
All my friends are young
Don
by Anonymous Poet
Girl and radio
Both solitary singers
A blush no-one hears.
by Julie of Orlando
The last three lovers
Were 20, 10 and 30
Years younger than me
by I kid you not
So bored here at work
Make use of company time
Writing bad haiku.
by Julie of Orlando
You spend nine months there
The rest of your adult life
Trying to get back
by Inside a female virgina
I can remember
The feel of her nakedness
Body to body
by Anonymous Poet
I didn
by Not putting my name to these
Blond, slim, attractive
She was the older woman
Just four years older
by I was awful really bad lover
I have just realized
I lost my virginity
41 years ago
by Anonymous Poet
I work through the list
The chuckles come readily
Such cleaver Haiku
by William Nippress
With your spear
by Pokeaman of Sodom
beneath my wings not
the wind beneath my bottom
that'd sort 'em out
by ash
Timeless melody
Goes: "Oops, I did it again"
Britney, we miss you!
by fingerfood of sg
Love will build a bridge
and show the enemy the
wind beneath my wings
by Betty LeBomb
This taco was once
a hunk of blue meat with three
feathers sticking out
by Betty LeBomb
This grey concrete block
is sitting in my closet
lacking poetics
by Betty LeBomb
I think we need more
Common human decency
and less abstract "love"
by Brady of Toronto
Vlad said fascism
is just capitalism
only in decay
by Brady of Toronto
We're so desperate
for this: an anesthetic
against loneliness.
by Brady (with apologies to David Foster Wallace) of Toronto
When it is time to
hang the capitalists, they
will sell us the rope.
by Brady of Toronto
Workers of the World
Unite. You have nothing to
lose but your chains eh?
by Brady of Toronto
The passersby see us
springing into each other
The Spring is coming
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
A Dutchman with no ear
Replied to Vincent
82 million dollars
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Babao they yell behind me
sounds like a jerk
Not, but the Fighter
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
5
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
White narrow skin
sinking into darkness
Like a candy bar
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Wild flowers
her blouse
Words get in the way
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
You are pulling my leg
the storm is coming
Across the land
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Frog in a jam
Leap of faith
Snake gets a bargain
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
February
Cat meaows
I took a sip
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Tampex
go some place good
I am bad likewise
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Only ash remains.
Music of the ellipsoids
is shot down in flames.
by Anonymous Poet
better check that bag
your gonads are distorted
should be ellipsoid
by ash
She sings in my ear
whilst slowly stroking my balls.
Music of the spheres.
by Anonymous Poet
Baby seal hunt
"Maxwell's Hammer" through the skull
McCartney hates this
by Brady of Toronto
