My goatee is red
Some people say it's ginger
I wish it was black
by Mike of Ontario
he has just left me
in hollow soul vales cold fog
cools desire's embers
by fabulosa
A crimson failure,
Disappointed loving is
Jealousy writ LARGE
by Sourest Grape
Love? Failed at that too
Life is full of disapointments
That's my biggest one
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
A business failure
A failure in relationships
And with Haiku too
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Look failure up in
the dictionary and you'll
find my picture there
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Always a failure
A failure in business, finance,
Relationships, love
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Always a failure
Life is full of disapointments
She's my biggest one
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
I just can't please her
Life is full of disapointments
I'm her biggest one
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
Can't make her happy
Life is full of disapointments
I'm her biggest one
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, Az
My eyes mustn
by Mighty meaty matey
solo tightrope man
my eyes are your safety net
you can look down now
by fabulosa
Softly at my side
Naked arm snakes across me
Lovers warm embrace
*
Her skin perfection
Her breasts teasing my eyes
Irresistible
*
Her cute round bottom
Draws my hand down to her peach
Warm wet flawless dream
*
Salty tears well up
Her tenderness offered me
I melt in her arms
by Mighty meaty matey
Ice-cold wind blows in
We lay gasping watching clouds
Bodies craving warmth
by William Nippress
The journey begins
Excitement, trepidation
In equal measure
by William Nippress
She
by Mighty meaty matey
Even half a world
With electronic poems
Separation
by William Nippress
half a world away
jambo jambo old a.p.
whereabouts are you
by ash
Craft project gone wrong
glue covered cotton ball tree
grandma has a cock
by Betty LeBomb
Tip-toeing along
tail up, making jingle sounds
a cat on a leash
by Betty LeBomb
A long wet winter
time to get off our asses
and mulch the garden
by Betty LeBomb
I apologize
for slapping your cock with this
sock full of ketchup
by Betty LeBomb
I apologize
for slapping your pet with this
sock full of ketchup
by Betty LeBomb
hello to old ash
remember the old ap
now an african
by Anonymous Poet
Echo Tone Rehearsal
Freedom of Speech, even in Serbia
All right
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Look at it pretty closely
brother
Smoke now
Cannot get away from the pit
Switch restart
Switch now
holy cow
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
RedNeck said
if he dreams big, just
Take him out the easiest way
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Quicklearner, a panoptical
learns lessons fast
And learns them well
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
No free land like America
home of the
Brave
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Serbo Secret Service
"a piece of shit"
High school dropouts
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
Haikuing away
all my life and midnight oil.
A labour of love.
by waster
life imitates art
just like art imitates life
both are pretentious
by ash
yeah like now i can
be like an artist because
i have been published
by llamo linda of san antonio
I go beer hunting
With Dick Cheney. My advice
Better to duck hunt
by Brady of Toronto
Don't write a poem
Write its shadow. Lose yourself
Lost, like tears in rain
by Brady of Toronto
Untitled number IV - (Brady of Toronto)
Anonymity
Is it the burden of the
depersonalized?
by Anonymous Poet
Metapoetry
Really doesn't lend itself
to the Haiku form
by Brady of Toronto
'Anagram poem'
Through Haiku shuffle - becomes
'A rag man poem'
by Brady of Toronto
So, does mean mean 'mean'?
Mode, median, average?
or more, 'Just plain mean'?
by Brady of Toronto
Haiku hommage à /apologies to Umberto Eco
Literary texts
suggest fields of meaning.
Not strings of meaning.
by Brady of Toronto
Trifurcated place
uža Srbija, and her
two thin, mean sisters
by Aleksandar of Toronto
How the weather is
How the weather used to be
How do we ignore?
by Brady of Toronto
The monkey points and
laughs at me, why must it be
that he laughs at me?
by Ulalume
You are my besfriend,
but vodka is my mistress
how'bout a threesome
by Ulalume
Sensual seduction
I talk to her on the phone
She gets excited
*
She tells me she
by Mighty meaty matey
anonymity
it wasn't my intention
'scuse my clumsiness
not every poet counts, even if their poems do
by ash
Being at loose ends
no responsibility
[someone] goes free from liability
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia