someone said that it's
the wiccan new year so let
the dead bury theirs
by scorp
a bit of a lull
nobody seems creative
including myself
by ash
one can see beauty
in ruin but one can make
a ruin anew
by scorp
the well is drying
the water can't cultivate
now, nothing grows here.
by mean d. of So cal
it's been a while and
to be at war looking back
with me is a waste
by bs
so fires are set and
the master unseen Satan
burns the souls, puppets
by bs
that artistic set
of minds seems also autistic
selfish, and dead
by bs
He wasn't born black
but beaten spirit and shamed,
answered to "nigga'!"
by haiku half-wit
herpa derp derp derp
hurr durr nerp nerp derp de derp
hurr derp durr derp dee
by derp
Hit the ground running
Let's grab the low-hanging fruit
A paradigm shift
by TF
let's go magickarp!
use splash attack for the lulz
it had no effect
by wut?
haiku upload failed
let me retry this shit now
it should work this time
by wut?
i recall grandma
with her dangling member
i grow nostalgic
by ap of Prague
well, what can I feel
about a spiritually dead
set of writers, yeah?
get caught up in it
unforgiving status, hipsters
damned and burning and
I'm right with you
by bs
dreams floating away
a pile of burning babies
tears, smoke, then silence
by septic funeral
Oh oh, guess who?
Drunken frat boy found Bad Haiku.
Bad sex jokes coming soon!
by mean d. of So Cal.
memories bring that
deep down feeling of what came
before, those old days
by bs
grandma's cock is big
stretching for over eight years
we love her long time
by ash of http://www.badhaiku.com/index.php?startNum=8259
I see you all and
realize how much you wrote and
wonder who you are
by bs
grandma has a cock
wondering how long it's been
ash you might know that
by mellie
chilly autumn wind
touches a fading petal
this garden's over
by vince
ev'rything changes
whether we move on or don't
the earth is turning
by ash
Tales of long ago
Yet I haven't aged a bit
Has it been ten years?
by hhtigerlily of Sydney
the outbursts of tech
fading to a new world where
thoughts remain vibrant
by mango
writings on this wall
you die, your legacy stands
- but servers die too...
by vince of same fate eventually
Haiku was such fun
Dead dogs, grand pappy, stiff cheese
Now we have facebook
by hhtigerlily of sydney
Haiku memories
Linger on the internet
Traces of the past
by hhtigerlily of sydney
summing up my life
a whole decade of haiku
greater than the parts
by ash
I read some haikus
We wrote like 10 years ago
Crap immortalized
by hhtigerlily of sydney
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