murder ballads
fill the room
empty cupboards watch
by Phil
Cycles in my life
Recall periods of pain
Again and again
by exhausted by life
Haiku's worth reading?
Came back and what do you know
Some really good ones!
by William Nippress of At least I think they are good
harder than you think
a skill that comes with practice
like learning to drum
by ash
I have counted it
it didn't score the right points
form I find is good
by should be sea shells
crazy colored toes
amongst a pile of shells
they dance for the sand
by 2 lines to one
a river echoes
from beneath the grid - crying
to a full moon night
by Buona Pasqua
the lord stretches back
covering his ocean bed
with a grey blanket
by sorry, messed up
spring has sprung windy
in her mood swings, blowing air
that damn spring cleaning
by black sheep
the lord stretches back
covering the ocean bed
with his grey blanket
by elio
rain drops weave in wind
furrowed tracks across the glass,
like sperm to the womb
by elio
a silent wind strokes
imaginary ripples
over blue water
by elio
The snow falls graciously now
yesterday the rain poured
inside the cat is laughing
by David Winther of Sweden
a spell triptic
interesting and new to me
sweet noise anyway
by sleepy was a dwarf
since when has "chicken"
had the book definition:
a young male homo?????
by Don t call me chicken
old woman on porch
diacritical powers
harmonies with wind
by while the worms were rockin
as we put away
the soap box, I leave for you
good sake, drink
by Moxie (it says drink it)
ego is the judas
of the writer's world, take off
you need to let folks
be themselves, THEN
they will follow the idea
of 5-7-5 out of respect
not resentment
remember how the pharisees
followed the laws to the letter
according to the Gospels but
Jesus believed in a way less exacting which people's wills
were directed to that way
think of it that way and you
might have your haikus as you desire, God bless you
by black sabbath (sheep)
which was a private
joy for me once, limited
in scope but, ego
by black sabbath (sheep)
they all have their views
but take the fun out of the
work of writing, sigh
by black sabbath (sheep)
one tries to write lays
about vampires, and yet
another, old boston
by black sabbath (sheep)
a creative class
of writers is replete with
immature faulkners
by black sabbath (sheep)
the critique made me
literally feel like the
end of my life, so
by black sabbath (sheep)
we have western views
egos, driven by goals, I'm one
forgetting the zen
by black sabbath
in their desire
to embrace the well known and
tried and true, they balk
by black sabbath
I tend to think though
that already depressed those
creative people cry
by black sabbath
I'm sorry to hear
about your family pet
peaceful rest to him
by xoxox
Our dog is dying
Weak and bearly opens eyes
Goodby old Toto
by William Nippress
bitter haikus
plague the page
mundane in genre
by Andre of Ohio
haiku 101
if you note the syllabus
note the syllables
by ash
as spring doth descend
coiled potential energy
dreams of kinesis
by Lush
note facility
with which i facilely note
the ease of haiku
by Lush
hirsute brutes cahoot
shoot a flute in my poop chute
i miss rockne, knute
by Lush
else irrelevant
perhaps ripe 4 your journal
but leave me alone
by Lush
The former ascribes
to the titular format
seven five seven
by Lush
your verbosity
and logorrhea belongs
elsewhere. see? easy.
by Lush
we needn't filters.
just respect for all users
bad haiku have form
by Lush
Crap in a basket!
Loquacious ass harasses.
Debate a morass.
by Lush
Useless, useless
the heavy rain
Driving into the sea
by Jack Kerouac of all over dat motherbrother
art verus maths
the poems
lost every time
by Phil of wirral
whats three
short lines
between friends?
by Phil of Wirral
wisdom whispers
in the
old man's eye
by Phil of wirral
my mistakes
the past
untied
by Phil of Wirral
rain drops splash river
in a furious salute
to turbulent skies
by elio
a tower of ice
in dry arid land, becomes
a crystal palace
by elio
silly disciples -
seeing patterns in the sand
as words carved in stone
by elio
canals murky depths
concealed by tinted glass-
flowin in the breeze
by elio
the canals water
shivers against night sky - city comes alive
by elio
the city shivers
in the canals dark water -
which one is for me
by elio
babies make so much
ridiculously more sense
than college let's go.
by Anonymous Poet