my time marches on
growing old disgracefully
the clock is racing
by ash
out in sympathy
with so much global warming
markets overheat
by ash
Sunshine on my face
What a glorious feeling
Colours so vibrant
by Tisme of So good to be alive when the sun shines
What was it that changed?
How did you connect this time?
Why did you succeed?
by Tisme for snail
Words are powerful
You're right to be scared
of words
But not the wordsmith
We all have within
Desire to communicate
Commune with the truth
The essence of love?
Total communication!
It's in essence. "Truth"
by Tisme
This time I got both
friends and fans with my music.
I feel less alone.
by snail
appreciating
unfuckingbelievable
poetastery
by the wayside
the end is near so
stockpile your canned goods and buy
lots of firearms
by sf
One more boring day
grinding its way through my life
Just one of many
by Loseroonie
someone stole my book
scarring makes me dishonest
my heart's a fender
by Michael S. Chong of toronto, Canada
I live in fear of
the sorts who would care about
counting syllables.
by snail of freedom and rebellion
Tense electric nerves
buzz beneath this skin, waiting,
begging for something.
by snail
I cannot forget
his lips gently teasing at
the back of my neck.
by snail
His slightest caress
was felt more intensely than
all past sex combined.
by snail
"You're mysterious,"
he said, trying to open
me with his kind eyes.
by snail
Earplugs shut them out.
Television and traffic
can't disturb me now.
by snail
Mother accuses
that I'm always too withdrawn
when I'm overwhelmed.
by snail
is it bad haiku
or, increasingly funny
ironic haiku?
by bs
What are you doing?
Need a good woman to cure you?
I'll straighten you out
by Ilean Over
just an empty hole
with not much depth to speak of
a living donut
by vince ( ._.)
Ya. He's gay alright
What are you doing later?
Want to come home with me?
by Ben doon & Phil Mcavity
Hi Vince, your gay right!
You ever held a woman
Or are you just talk
by Jesica Falstits
the space compromised
her warm flesh close to my flesh
i do what i want
by vince
A Salsa party
For the wealthy upper class
Some posh totty there!
Same night
Another party
We got applause for tango
Tango's my passion
by Tisme
Your creative mind
Monster or gift from the Gods?
A constant wrestle?
by Tisme for snail
Wrestling with life
Boredom, creative minds
A heady mixture
by Tisme
Usually its
More frustration than boredom
"They don't understand"
by Tisme
Accept their dull minds
lack of insight is normal
Seek some new outlets
by Tisme
Your music and song
It is your gift to others
You reach them. Touch them!
by Tisme
When you sing to them
They are able to listen
Understanding!
by Tisme
Sing a song for "Them"
Make then fall in love with you
The rest will follow
by Tisme of sensitive and giving
"Boredom isn't for
creative sorts," she tells me.
She thinks I'm lying.
by snail
Let's see if I can
Use equal numbers of words
in each of these lines.
by snail
Insomnia is
instantaneously cured
with valerian.
by snail
bury him in snow
performance art called "chill blaine"
that'd be so cool
by ash
I sure feel like hell
Maybe it's something I ate
or something I drank
by Loser in all directions
Market crashes down
Capitalism dead now?
I will miss the whores
by SandmanEsq of NYC
Here we are again
We can't do this forever
Jeez what is that Smell!?
by Jonafi
Awe? Perhaps, but how
do I convert it into
something more useful?
by snail
Art is like breathing.
Music flows inside and out,
bridging the two worlds.
by snail
Finding a boyfriend
Socialising through singing
Men may be in Awe!
by Tisme
fans buy the tickets
they are here for the music
your friends? there, backstage
by vince
Played on stage. Got fans
instead of friends. Great applause
for social failure.
by snail
Wishing for new friends,
I got lost between "Nice song,"
and "Thanks. What's your name?"
by snail
Open mic, still shy,
not a virgin to music,
just new locations.
by snail
dude, i'll shower you
with irony like urine
on a brand new pledge
by sf of Skull and Bones
Visit this site, please.
Bad haiku? Judge for yourself.
At least it
by Tom S. of Pasadena, CA
Visit this site, please.
Bad haiku? Judge for yourself.
At least it
by Tom S. of Pasadena, CA
houdini done it
and there we go, what did him
in, a sucker punch...
by Anonymous Poet
