narrowing resource
gathering strenth... um, per force
shattered stratosphere
by Lush
skin flick addiction
rampant, carnal affliction
lustrous carousel
by Lush
might as well enjoy
seeing the flowering of
colorful words bloom
by bs is enjoying the haikus
dang me then dang me
fancy language going out
how to answer you
by bs is not a theasaurus
downfall, asplendor
patio umbrella spun
maiming in the rain
by Lush
dorsal cavity
awaits ventral attention
soiled anatomy
by Lush
Why are you hiding?
I long for stimulation
Give it to me, NOW!
by William
gripping the controls
glad for his brown underwear
algernon solos
by ash
signature design
are the ceiling mirrors, mine
narcissus, divine
by Lush
invaluable i
undervalued, inverted
imaginary
by Lush
pentangular grid
within pentagonal space
friggin' war machine
by Lush
Air moves about me
Like water about a fish;
I swim through my day
by Amongst The Rabble
Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day.
Kid's Rhyme Is Haiku!
(almost)
by Amongst The Rabble
shun cogitation
dwelleth not on such intrigue
tarry knave and submit
by ash
i meant exemplar
torsion unfortunate, mine
drilleth deep, folly
by Lush
dumb. per examplar
rigid epiphanies, yo!
my hurls are atwirl
by Lush
fingers a'scatter
upon a tilted keyboard
nailed: shitty haiku
by Lush
write a life haiku.
Show us your joy, your fear, your death.
Show us who you are1
by William
I couldn't even think
that reading a haiku might
help someone well, pee
by bs-do not squeeze the charmin
hail kurt vonnegut
what goes around comes around
gotta take a leak
by ash
obviously there's times
when I can't write haiku
either, just sorta
by bs says well at least they're not suras or bible verses
tralfamadore solved
the issue of one hand claps
by being one whole hand
by bs read slaughterhouse five in college
all and all is all
we are... the voice long dead still
echoes in my own mind...
by bs is not kurt cobain
and and and and and
and and and and and and and
and and and and and
by and
deep in the forest
the sound of one hand clapping
mixes metaphors
by ash
A mime make a rhyme
Sure a mime can make a rhyme
But who would hear it
by Shirley Smothers
haiku of course is
an art form and it offends
those who ignore that
by bs is gen x
over fifteen years
after five centuries
haiku can still rock
by ash
I was told once it
is posted here on line, in a
way one is published
by bs is not penguin audio
in the end times are
not men lovers of themselves
ayn rand's cheap knockoffs
by bs is not ayn rand
in other words, the years
of cranky elders still manage
to bicker on form
by bs is not judge judy
Bad Haiku: Legal
If you have to show something,
keep out of prison!
by Amongst The Rabble
Horrible poems:
Why do I keep writing them,
showing my crudeness
by Amongst The Rabble
Big Fat overweight
Get free Viagra for sale
How stupid are you?
.
by William
sometimes "high culture"
leaves me cold, it is supposed
to be "the ideal"
it seems on a hill
guarded by senile tenure
treasures and trash hidden
by bs is not ts eliot
that's nice, I like!
when this art comes down
to parody, mockery
to tell truths, what gives?
by bs is not borat
In America
you change the world; In Russia,
The world changes you
by lame yakov smirnoff joke ripoff
Fugitive penguins
Flee the tropical islands
It's not cold enough
by Amongst The Rabble
Relativism
The world changes - but not them-
The world sees them change
by Barf
what happens when folks
ignore the world and it changes
all around them?
by bs
deleted facebook
time for me to get a life
screens are not your friend
by slave
At rest, time flys by
so quickly that it "is not"
but, rather, "it was"
by Amongst The Rabble
At work, time grinds by
like screeching, rusty machines
A burden most foul
by Amongst The Rabble
don't you be crappin'
on this site with yo' rappin'
i say you fappin'
stop them lips flappin
changin' or rearrangin'
ain't gonna happen
haiku in the house
yo! five-seven-five bitch
or i stitch your arse
by ash
Poetry website
Does not recognize haiku
Form of poetry
by Shirley Smothers
rippin off faces
makin bitches wet in their -places. hey ho hey!
by The Rappin Kuster
so in yo face I rhyme
stunnin ya, gunnin ya, hey!
y'alls rhymes are gay
by The Rappin Kuster
got what it takes, to
yo, satisfy the bitches
ho, hey!, yo, yay, all!
by The Rappin Kuster
knowin they can't
compete...feelin incomplete
they know they aint
by The Rappin Kuster
Rhymin sublimin
puttin yous in yo playces
other poets weep
by The Rappin Kuster
