Tomorrow he comes
Back to where I am living
Wonder if he'll call
by Jane of Princeton,
Sorry about that
Don't know what came over me!
I meant no offense
by Haik You of Anywhere, Buthere
I censored myself
Out of respect for you all
(buncha f***ing prudes!)
by Haik You of Gomorrah, Gonorrhea
I know...my haiku's
All over the f***ing place
--Schizophrenia?
by Haik You of All Over, Thef***ingplace
Am I a pervert?
I'd like to watch Britney Spears
Eat a banana
by Haik You of Abu Dhabi, Africa
I'm here to waste time
And for some entertainment
And not "for art's sake"
by Haik You of Sodom, Promised Land
I'm bored with this site
The haiku here have become
Way too serious
by Haik You of Dullsville, USA
Here's an idea --
"Let's kill all the lawyers," then
Bill them for our time!
by Haik You of Suc Muc Dik, Vietnam
Are you ill, my friend?
What could make one want to sniff
Scum between ones toes?
by Haik You of Yodaville, Dagobah
to lint in my toes smells bad
Ear wax in my ears feels good
Oh my god i'm bored
by Tommy Steele
Rain, drops of sorrow
Fresh and musty smells are new
Drip, drop, Endlessly
by Tommy Steele
Rubber boots are fun
Splashing in giant puddles
Soaked head to toe
by Tommy Steele
you there you tried hard
to run you used to stalk me
we render your parts
by basho-elgrande
paper or plastic
paper or plastic paper
or plastic paper or.... choose!
by basho-matique
My jeanshorts get stressed
By the thoughts of a woman
"Thumbing" for a ride
by Scott of Alton,
Our Forefathers fought
Struggled, and some of them died
For their kids future
Today we henpeck,
Complicating ev'rything
Why don't we just breathe
by Scott of Alton,
My son says I have
Earlucinations when I
Hear Things! He is 5
Kids say the darndest
Most extraordinary Things
They are why I Live
by Scott of Alton,
Sediment Layers
Tell of such great histories
But Layers must Lay
by Scott of Alton,
An ode to the old
Ken, Ash, Shag, Scrunt, Gramp and Bon
Thou Art was true Art
by Scott of Alton,
The old wind smells sweet,
Unlike the fowl artless waft
That churns o'er this site.
by Scott of Alton,
I hate it when peo-
Ple break up their words and phra-
ses between their lines
by Haik You of Same ol', Meol'
The secret to it --
Writing the best bad haiku
Is simplicity
by Haik You of ya know, Imperialism Central
If you don't like it
Haul your fat ass out of here
Bother someone else
by Haik You of San Francisco, USA
There really are a
lot of sick twisted puppies
posting this feces.
by katMandon't of Scottsdale,
winter's icy grip
freezing fingers in thin gloves
on the handlebars
by ash
they resealed my floor
inhaling toxic solvents
estapol junkies
by ash
First, five syllables
Then seven syllables more
One last syllable
by Bob Cromwell of West Lafayette, USA
Little wet raindrops,
Knocking on my windowpane,
Hoping to get in.
by D. Longrie-Kline of St. Paul, USA
3 strikes you are out
man with 4 balls walks to first
i doubt he can run
by IVA BIGGN of CATATONIC,
That grass smells funny,
I think I'll pee over there
Dogs must live hard lives.
by Hampton the wonder Sphagnum
I keep getting stuck
have to use fillers, like, um
well, something like this
by Henderson the wonder Sprocket
bad people have names
longer than other workers
"security guard"
by Homer the wonder Sparkle
little smelly pig
rolling round your muddy pen
i like your pork chops
by herbert the wonder splake
two pokes of my stick
make you magically become
poked by my stick, fool!
by harvey the wonder skink
the first poem stinks
i try, but worse is the lame
justification
by five syllable words!
haiku wrote too fast
misspelled, didn't count oh no
must do better now
by Tim of Largo,
cheez-it white cheddar
crisp crunchy tast good too
powder on fingers
by tim of largo,
cheez-it white cheddar
crisp crunchy tast good too
powder on fingers
by tim of largo,
Democrat Party
is eating my life quickly
two thousand one soon?
by Virginia Dem
Horny, drinking Jolt
Keep your penis in your pants
You headless chicken.
by Baba O'Reilly of Bluffton,
Finger amputees.
When they try to write haiku
They can't count sylla
by Ready! Set! Haiku!
Haiku spreads weirdness.
Counting beats gives bad art name.
Heard of Dada? See?
by Anonymous Poet
Writing bad haiku
I should really be working
They can kiss my ass
by Poet Who Don't Even Knowet
I always crave more
Potato chips and haiku
Are both addictive
by Susanna
I cannot resist
I must write a bad one, too
I love bad haiku
by Susanna
I cannot resist
I must write a bad one, too
I love bad haiku
by Susanna
I'm glad my friend Jen
has stopped harassing me. Now
i have peace at last
by Lori
Bored At Work
I can tell what type
of day it will be after
getting my first call
by Lori
Cheese! Geez! Please!
The aliens screamed, and in their cheesy-lust
They destroyed our Earth
by Andy M.
Build a big monster,
Then you feed the big monster,
The harder they fall.
by reOnion of Huntsville, USA
