haiku bug report:
apostrophes yield errors
when in "Location"
by scotch of life(apostrophe)s rich pageant
this precocious lad
likes to use my computer.
(mainly for teething)
by scotch
he's seven months old
and has no concept of death.
but he loves oatmeal.
by scotch
fuck relationships
the dream of happy endings
seems a bridge too far
by ash
The hands of a clock
Marking the inexorable
oblivion slide
Our ambitions cut
as are our lost desires
Our wants and our needs
Slowly dawns on us
the truth we stumble upon!
we are just mortal
The end comes for us
no longer Gods of sixteen
Our life's nearly gone.
by Anonymous Poet
The hands of a clock
Marking the inexorable oblivion slide
Our ambitions cut
as are our lost desires
Our wants and our beeds
Slowly dawns on us
the truth we stumble upon!
we are just mortal
The end comes for us
no longer Gods of sixteen
Our life's nearly gone.
by William
How I long for spring
I search for a spike of green
A twist of colour
by William
but on the plus side,
so much for "permanent drought."
next up: fire or ice?
by scotch of one-a-day
sydney floats okay
brisbane is going under
lucky for me, huh ?
by ash
Water destruction
Our Aussie friends are burried
Under the deluge
by Janis
is this bad haiku?
where are the rambling rants?
somebody pinch me...
by scotch of procrastilandia
my new year's resolution:
stop wasting time on the 'net.
(right after this post)
by scotch of procrastilandia
I am oh so dumb
Toronto Catholic School Board
Is where I am schooled.
by black op92
a distant return
may all of ash's priors
find serenity
by lush
feces stain within
esophogeal release
talkin bovine shite
by Lush
pushed into the earth
by the thickness of snow fall
sounds are muffled now
by mount madonna mama
Texas: New Years Eve
sitting in the pick up truck
broken tooth in hand
by mount madonna mama
horrid violence
in arizona and why
did the madness come
by bs
silence is golden
but so are certain showers
that are fetishes
by bs
another year gone
nothing much to show for it
another year starts
by ash
one new ski, detached
on the steep white mountain peak
my pants are ruined
by vince
as the poets grow
and mature so does the verse
that comes out on here
by bs
Oh, what I love most
Is when my little pony
Cuddles up to me
by robertk92
This hilarity
And a whole hunk of others
Sent from an asshole
by robertk92
Smell of flavored teas
Greats me on the market way,
Dried fruits in my bag.
by mundane
sleep is just a crutch
for those who can't tolerate
quad espresso drinks
by plasticinsect
Darkness has settled
Beach walker drifts homeward for,
Monday Night Football.
by mundane
Found this Bad Haiku
Life was instantly improved
Creativity
by Seamus
Condolences Ash
All that lives is born to die
Memories live on
by Anna of Sydney
the hot summer sun
sears hunger into your throat
eat a bag of dicks
by neggles of melbourne
walking around now
first time i've been out of home
things are looking bad
by mabelme of streets
Utrecht for Christmas
Tango Camp for new years eve
Snow and hot coffee
by William
Sorry for your loss
the living suffer the pain but
Death is not the end
by William
ain't it the sad truth
generational changes
make me too mortal
by ash
my darling mum died
she was older than her years
i'll miss her a lot
by ash
Up early again
Watching another sunrise
With the best baby
by Anonymous Poet
"Happy Bad Haiku"
is a phrase that you and I
NEED to stop using
by Ben Hayes
when the laptop's hot
i hold it against my chest
and feel your absence
by vince
CREATING HAIKU'S
CAN BE HARD WORK BUT IT HAS
SOME COMPENSATIONS
by William
I've got eight inches
Snow that is! Bloody white stuff
Stopping my dancing
by William
we struggle to write
which is hard to do because
we prefer to read
by vince
Don't use that rock salt
on the new flagstone staircase
Says "no" on the bag
by Anonymous Poet
Just had my dinner
Ate too much, feeling bloated
Must post to Facebook
by Anna of Sydney
Debating dinner
Watching the snow gently fall
Children are napping
by Janis
Write once and post once
Hmmm so Identical twins
Double the trouble
by William Nippress
We can rely on
the Good old christian ethics
to stop enjoyment
by William Nippress
We can rely on
the Good old christian ethics
to stop enjoyment
by William Nippress
I knew all too well
The taste of forbidden fruit
Nothing good can come....
by Anna of Sydney
A decade brings not
Wisdom and the lessons learned
Mistakes repeated
by Anonymous Poet