monumental motions
tug too and fro-
unexpected expectations.
by monument
wind and clouds
relentless,
crashing waves.
by monument
beak to the wind
yipping and yapping-
red flag on festival.
by monument
who to become like
avoiding life as one life of
apathy consumed
by bs
darkness covers
warmth of light-
sounds are final sight.
by monument
putrefying flesh
wrinkles and varicose veins
balls-deep in the rot
by septic funeral
silent breath of air
unknowingly observed by nature-
changed by observation.
by monument
cloud line moving
darkness gathering, too late-
for the sun
by monument
seagulls a flight
jet trails and
small birds high flying.
by monument
approaching sixty
wild acceleration
blind dead end ahead
by mellie
with advancing years
feeling sorry for myself
instead of others
by ash
through layers of fat
and cries of pain i have reached
her moist pink center
by septic funeral
should've known what's inside.
when I bit the age old fruit.
Rotten to the core.
by mean d. of So Cal.
calm down elio,
don't get all teario,
i won't say cheerio,
please come heerio,
i just want you neario.
ey, ey, ey, elio.
by Rachel of norwich
through the door she goes,
as her breath escapes his lips,
like thorns on a rose
by elio
archeologists
shall soon unearth your hard drive
ancient archived porn
by vince
don't hold me back this
is my own hell christ bait
slug bait rising bring you down
by jk
marking of time again
not so particularly-
uncomplicated.
by graysky
the innocent birds
the critters, doing their thing
make life worth living
by bs
mulberry laden
furry fat bellied squirrels-
cardinals also.
by bluesky
trends breed groupthink and
nothing makes me more on guard
than recycle this
by bs
don't fade quietly
even burned out stars shine bright
leave something behind
by vince
caressing your balls
while the tears stream down my face
choke me with your cock
by chelsea clinton
arrived before time
smattering about a few acorns-
coast guard festival.
by Bluesky
someone farts to a
symphony but is the whole
joke a big brain fart?
by bs
Well Methane gas stinks
So as a self-expression
So will his farting
by Farting in a flat
George is brown and green
he likes to get attention
and he likes to fart.
by Ben (age 8)
sometimes it's easy
to get caught up in the wild
storms of social sea
by bs
what the hell was that?
a kick, punch, or a left jab.
the art of put-down.
doesn't work with sarcasim
or without some honest wit.
by mean d. of So Cal.
New age miricle
Your informative Haiku's
So Lucid and real
Well thank you so much
With your whit and your wisdom
My life has been changed
Do you ever read the crap you write?
by Anonymous Poet
Haiku are simple
Often they don't make much sense
Refrigerator
(thank you Colin)
by FHunter of USA
i hate United
to them we are just cattle
i hope their planes crash
by merle
some people get a
desire for titles and
does it mean so much?
by bs
I'm not sure where to
begin, if I can take the
first step, or can go
by bs
in a future march
for equal rights and freedom
a green peace sign flares
by tonick
Jokes about shits, farts
sounds funny for a short while.
Then, it gets real stale.
by mean d. of So Cal.
poop has only one
syllable but it can have
so much said about
it.
(too much to fit into a haiku)
by nombre
the 4th of july
we celebrate with
accidental fires
by plasticinsect
for once i'd like my
whopper to not fall apart
after the first bite
by buddha barf of fuck burger king
sushi chef warned me
some who tried monkfish liver
they never came back
by plasticinsect
I've six kinds of cheese
five of them still good to eat
one blue and fuzzy
by plasticinsect
tireless entropy
you turn clean into dirty
why dost thou mock me?
by plasticinsect
why do I write this?
I can answer in one word:
procrastination
by plasticinsect
she thinks love is the
molestation of her bowels
i'm a lucky man
by buddha barf
he came, he saw, he
saw silence and sighed, shrugged, spat
sat down and bowed out
by bs
not a god damn thing
improves in a room of god
damn critics, no brush
is picked up to the
canvas, the war continues
I stab with paint knife
drawing blood
by bs
Doesn't see herself
for the beast she has become.
-- ripping and tearing.
no wonder vampires do
not see their own reflection.
by mean d. of So Cal.
the previous gen
lost its icons and grows old
of course we will too
by bs
farewell the eighties
another one bites the dust
and i feel older
by ash
Apples spliced with grapes
Various grains make the corn.
--Man-made nutrition.
by mean d. of So Cal.
