I asked the teacher
can I go to the bathroom?
but it was too late.
by I had a shit of Epic Proportions
cocaine in the brain
the sting of anal fissures
i will turn you out
by septic funeral
zippybody go back to
Smalltime Press
your rants will be more appreciated there.
by Anonymous Poet
the torrent of you
erodes the soft banks of me
torrents and torments
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
i walk through the mall
and see nothing that i want
the girls, though, are hot
by septic funeral
something about that
old demon romance that brings
out devils in us all
by scorp
one for the money
never mind that means nothing
i want to get laid
by pumpkinpuss
caught on a web cam
in a milano pensione
no words will explain
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
the charm of karen
belied the dark side shown in
her unsated lust
by haiku half-wit of skidmore
languid eyes speaking
forever and always come
come back tomorrow
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
letting the feelings
all out in one night, dread at
what has to be done
by scorp
Slowly I gather you.
Softly floating I lead you.
My arms enfolding.
When the music stops.
You stay silent in my arms.
Eyes slowly open.
Your smile tells me all.
You're in Tango's magic place.
Only Tango knows.
by William Nippress
four generations
celebrate ancestral links
sing out my name...JOY!
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
early-bird special
five o'clock meal and outside
a cackling raven
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
sixty-two rolls through
senior discounts no solace
for vast losses gained
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
homage to mother
I, your second-chance son
birthed this day long past
by haiku half-wit of new paltz
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
