angry cunts roar loud,
sheer boob mass trampling the streets,
when will they shut up?
by Anonymous Poet
Morons cast their votes.
American Idiots
Sell shitty records.
by Lush
Mommy and dad yell
They leave me in an alley
Worst birthday ever
by cools mcgoo
Slow algorithm,
His languid computer soars.
Lost wave, lost machine
by Janis
Pixellated beach,
His mournful explosion swims.
Weird tree, odd function
by Anonymous Poet
Apathy grips me
Seventeen syllables man?
Suck my big fat cock!
by koyaanisqatsi of is key to selling your home
Black apparatus,
This random monitor shines.
Blunt brook, low colour
by Anonymous Poet
Some old, not jagged,
Keith comes to the hard function.
Her red chaos sings.
by Anonymous Poet
Far, confused, dying,
No one arises. The dude climbs,
Retiring, climbing.
by Anonymous Poet
Not dead, but grotesque,
Diane comes to the planet.
My blue colour spins.
by Heidi
Slightly tight, but dark,
Sheila hears entire quick barks.
Raging, it withdraws.
by Debbie
Marching towards the
future. Leaving the history
way back in the dust
by Bobbie
History repeats
itself; That's one of the things
wrong with history
- Thanks to Clarence Darrow
for the inspiration
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
puppies procreate
glaciers capture roughly, blunt
bat smiling lions
by Anonymous Poet
Hunted rain clashes.
Badly, the your knights carouse.
Stupidity walks.
by Anonymous Poet
A strange profile sings.
Flowers hate the burned arrows.
Gold feared hairs retire.
by Anonymous Poet
The dogs leave wonder.
A perfumed duet returns.
The unknown fish work.
by Anonymous Poet
Just had four days off
We spent it avoiding God
Another Easter
by Anonymous Poet
And what happened next
Tales
Of Sodom and Gom.
by Anonymous Poet
Betty, whose girl was it
Am curious to know
Was it you hon
by Milos Vujasinovic of Belgrade, Serbia
busily submit
even when there's nothing there
non-product.moment
by ash
machines for haiku
a new movement is growing
replace all the ads
by Anonymous Poet
Beautiful mix tape
culminated tonight with
finger in the bum
by Betty LeBomb
All healthy living.
Natural ingredients.
I eat cannibals.
by MyGoodFriend
I am what I am.
What you see is what you get.
Take it or leave it.
by MyGoodFriend
Breakfast is the most
important meal of the day.
Twinkies and Tang: served!
by MyGoodFriend
Today is the last
day of the rest of your life.
You think about that.
by MyGoodFriend
The pressure is on.
What will be your last words? Mine:
"I feel so alive!
by MyGoodFriend
there's nothing too loose
when you've got nothing to lose
tighten it, anon
by ash
shocking puppetry
wiki was there before you
leaving no holds barred
by ash
With my hand up there,
you are my "kermit the frog."
Now squeal like a pig.
by Wolf
Ryan holds the buns.
We whip them at Mrs. Smith
from across the yard.
by Wolf
Cat smells like old rug.
Matted fur peers from my steak,
and this I now purge.
by Wolf
World's best song title?
Umm ... "Jesus Built My Hotrod."
Thank you, Ministry.
by Lush
I should have told you
Ash, that i added that word
to your fib poem
:-)
by Janis of Toronto
The birds have attacked
Just like in the Hitchcock films
No mercy on plants
by Janis of Toronto
Another season
The Leafs sucking for all time
Poor old Mats Sundin
by Janis of Toronto
Trade Liberty for
Security, and you get
neither of them George
- Thanks to Ben Franklin (1706-1790)
for the inspiration for this Haiku.
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, Az
how for to go there
it's really fundamental
place to place and back
by Anonymous Poet
whether tis nobler
in the mind to suffer the
slings and arrows of ...
by Anonymous Poet
what then shall we do
if there is nothing left and
nothing left to loose
by Anonymous Poet
Another day and
another dollar or so
the story is told
by Anonymous Poet
How to write haiku
it's pretty fundamental
to this existence
by Anonymous Poet
New.
Nice.
Growing
dimension
creativity.
Here's a tribute to Crimson Mind.
by Demmahom of UK
Thanks
Ash
Janis
Your kind words
About the Fib-ku
Were very appreciated
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
albino squirrel,
with a tiny light sabre,
sits on the brown rock.
by Tristan of Vermont
I do feel sorry--
someone forgot to tell you
white guys dont wear dreads.
by Anonymous Poet
There is no right way
to say
poop.
by Tristan of Vermont
Cool moon lit night
On fjords edge Erica stands
Dressed in wonder and awe
by bobo of Australia
I feel
I die
by Guest of Australia
