why did he roll it
you cannot read it like that
thwap! the flys dead
-fly
by cooley of USA
fly and take a shit
being a pidgeon is fun
aim for the students
by cooley of USA
the dog sprays yellow deficating the green grass
now relieved he leaves
by cooley of USA
Emomalimo,
stop sending Haiku's not from
me, saying they are.
by The REAL Bob the Snob of The Internet
This is a bad Haiku.
But there is 5 syllables,
7 and then 5.
by The REAL (Last one was not me) Bob the Snob of The Internet
a secret kiss
in the shadow
of a lighthouse
by phil
Once upon a time,
There was a goldfish, but it
smelled bad, so...THE END
by Emomalimo of Neverland ... (this is one of the worst haikus that I have ever written ;)
011001000101010010101
0101010010100101001010
10010100110...binary
by Bob The Snob of The Internet
Yeah, who did that,
Don't say that you hate me
Cuz, I'm still here
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Oh my god such crap
Ok who let these children in?
Boring little twats
by William Nippress
tied to a lead chain
ballon sinks to the sea bed
bobbibg forever
by writers block
Hey! That wasnt me!
yOU POO FACED WANNABE-E!
That's not cool man, no.
by Bob the Snob of The INternet
A, E, I, O, U
Another letter, is 2
Wait, that's not so true!
by Bob the Snob of The Internet
Yo, yo, yo, my name,
Is Joe, I peed in the snow,
And it turned yellow
by Emomalimo of Neverland
OH, YO , HO , I'M, A
PI, RATE, HO, YO, JO, HO, NO
SILLY BILLY, NO
by Bob of the woods
Fudge is realy good!
Fudge is queer, YES IT IS!
Fudge says: No I'm not!
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Pudding, everywhere.
Do not drop it anytime,
Not a drop to spare.
by Bob the Snob of The Internet
My little pony, smelly,
And boney,drives a zamboni,
All over Kimoney
by Emomalimo of Neverland
I am really cool.
I smell cheese on Thursdays.
Yes, this is so true
by Bob the Snob of The Internet
Lubricate me now
I need lots of oil because,
I squeak like balogni
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Bite me, realy hard,
You know you want to do it,
Shut up, you are gay
by Emomalimo of Neverland
This is a haiku,
It is terribly bad, ow.
My foot really hurts.
by Ow. My foot Really Hurts of Who Cares
I want to kill you,
Silently in the darkness,
Slice and dice...death comes.
by NETRUNNr of The Internet
If you were dead, what
Would you do for a living?
I would smoke your mom
by Emomalimo of Neverland
Ouch, my foot, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
My, foot, ow, ouch
by Emomalimo of Neverland
The world an oyster,
Go inside to find life,
Crush it to kill them.
by NETRUNNr of The Internet
Pop, goes the weasel
You would to if you were gay
No, not realy
by Emomalimo of Neverland
You are ugly so,
Die,die,die,die,die,die,die,
LOL, shut up
by Emomalimo of Neverland
social lubricates
these boozy nights await chill
factors in july
by black sheep
last of melting snow
click in way tight then shred bra
big air oh my back
by Technokoi of Local Mountains
phat cool rad etc etc
i guess it's all in youth to
rebel with no cause
by black sheep
why bother to try
and explain human nature
it's proud, and just watch
by black sheep of life is a soap opera
it's hard to see old
tora tora tora films
we've turned japanese
by black sheep (no o)
Lemon Yellow sun
Fighting for its proper place
winter must give way
by William Nippress of Bad Bad Haiku
One can only ask
Why post someone else's name?
Homage or insult?
by William Nippress of Bizarre 40626 not mine
bad haiku turns worse
non-phat free verse makes lips purse
basho in reverse
by ash
cook that word salad
my smart art smells like a fart
get my dressing down
by ash
the young man abstaines
from putting his pen to page -
now your work is done
by elio
shackles of critique,
cut my wrist so deep - blood drips
on to white paper
by elio
everybody's moon
holds a candle over
the river dee, sophie waits
by phil
hip hop outta here
what you might think is free verse
is rabbit droppings
by ash
the more someone writes
"free verse" the more I want to write
haikus in protest
by black sheeo
the natural world
an inspiration to some
a bore to others
by sf
As we rush through life
The things that matter to
us
Takes time and sorrow
by William Nippress
no dirt, debris or
desolation, will ever change my station
by phil of wirral
the dotted kites hang
ripped and ravaged by the
breath of chasing men
by phil
solace sought
from some sort
of height
by phil
the new day's sun
pours into
my pores
by phil
a frothy roof
sea life
swims
by phil
murder ballads
fill the room
empty cupboards watch
by Phil
