finally the rain
oily asphalt smell
permeates all my senses
by mean d. of So cal
Gen X to Gen Y
to why bother to why not?
gaps come and Gaps go
by mango
Berlin on Thursday
Tango house warming party
All the night, half the next
by William Nippress
the bald truth is my
hat is off to you and my
hair is off my head!
by bs
We all know the truth!
Youth is wasted on the young!
Some compensation!
by William Nippress
another birthday
watching my lost youth recede
along with my hair
by ash
the party goes on
after a drunken ranter
gets pulled out of bar
by bs
winters wisp of cool
trees to be covered in snow-
waiting waiting waits.
by mundane
courvoisier dreams
yield to cheap tequila and
porcelain goddess
by haiku half-wit of 36983
words can be funny
I am sure you have noticed-
such as ginormous.
by mundane
along the empty beach
a deposit collector-
chased by chilly winds.
by mundane
to lazy critics
please visualize my finger
and infer the rest
by vince of sidenote
truth is I never
liked here, I just can't seem to
back off from arguing
by bs
yeah, one word can throw
all hopes into a tail spin
who knows but a dream
by bs
writing to tell you
i don't love you anymore
still, nothing was lost
neither of us 'loved'
you only thought you could have
i only want to
by vince of finalities
really I'd rather
I'd never shown up here again
this place makes me
feel like shit
and it shows in my
writing here
by bs
I think it's time for
your kind to vacate the stage
of life, good riddance
by bs
you know, "cultured" asses
are just like that, they smell like
rotten yogurt, all
cheesy, and ready
to throw out, your time has you
know come to be gone
by bs
Bad haiku, flowing
Crimson verse of hari-kari.
Not Cub announcer.
by Haiku half-wit
welcome back grandma
basho might have had a frog
but we've got weiner
by ash
I spent this past year
wasting my time and money
learning how to dance
by Fred Astaire Dance Studios of Phoenix, Arizona
october wind blows
so do all these bad haikus
grandma has a cock
by Anonymous Poet
fascination wanes
tomorrow's promise tumble
into old routines
by vince
One or two is nice
Pages after pages "NOT"!!!
So please keep to it!
by For bs
words on a net site
are often reactions to
people never known
by bs
no irony here
people want me to be what
I don't want to be
by bs
juliet's death scene
ruined by raucous ringtone
romeo says 'oops...'
by vince
Autumn is with us
So say farewell to the Sun
We'll see you next year
by William Nippress
brightly rising sun
travels across the blue sky-
sets abruptly.
by mundane
leaves borne by all trees
gray and eventually-
gradually fade.
by mundane
the pigeons vanish
dark cloud tears through skyscrapers
bleeds rain on pavement
by vince
wind dimishes
sun over the ocean blue
the joys of drifting
by mean d. of So cal
bitch is hott nahmean?
gots them round booties fo sho
like, daaaamn, nahmsayin'?
by vince
emelyn's story
angels weep forever
frozen respite
by mundane
don't despair
everything is just fine-
maxims !!!
by mundane
empty highway
cold sky, bare trees and snow
beckons warmly
by mundane
lawful good
resembles greatly
chaotic evil
by mundane
caught by time
vessels sailed forward
darkness and drink
by mundane
gray turbulence over
horizons empty promise
worrisomeness rests
by mundane
ambiguity five
sharply rusted weeds
certain future
by mundane
reposed in grief
granite, mildew and decay
silvery bare trees
by mundane
ideas ago
decayed to waste
nobody carried on
by mundane
poised amidst
clutched symbol in hand
against darkness
by mundane
sweetest delusion
wish i led my life by u
only in my mind
by ha
there are some people
who live delusional lives
that their voice is false.
by mean d. of so cal.
we'll dance, we'll hang out
we'll do things i do alone
while waiting for you
by vince
Fierce Maori tattoo
Adorns an egg-shell face
Iron-Mike no more.
by Haiku half-wit
Sodden Pesky's Pole
Weeps in late September storm.
Why so foul?
by Haiku half-wit
A noble act,
Unfurling colors of Sox Nation
'Midst nouveau-riche throng.
by Haiku half-wit
Flailing righteous rage,
Haiku purists stung by this
One breath poem.
by Haiku half-wit of albasatdawn@msn.com
