where are my pants now?
your father is at the door
quick!out the window.
by jon
Green plastic bucket
Used to hold pickles, now trash
Which tasted better?
by Rufus Xavier Sasparilla
The door is ajar
But what does the jar adore?
Whacky doors and jars
by Rufus Xavier Sasparilla
Softly, like a brick
Curly, like toenail clippings
Those soft, curly birds
by Lester
Unaware, I lift the lid
The briny odor foreshadows
Forgotten washload
by Horsehair of Poland, USA
Light brown and goey
Stuck to the roof of your mouth
Alas, life's frustrations!
by Gerry Runte of Bernardsville, US
Nuclear Forces
Mingling Magnetically
Within A Raindrop
by Steve Offner of Carlsbad, USA
Nuclear Forces
Mingling Magnetically
Within A Raindrop
by Steve Offner of Carlsbad, USA
I'm eating fast and have to pass gass,
so why ask why pass me some pie.
by Tim Jennings of Danville, U.S.A.
i thought i saw you
standing under the tree
naked and weary
by bhanezah of angeles city, philippines
a beautiful rose
with many thorns around it
nobody can touch
by bhanezah of angeles city, philippines
My dear, sweet, ping pong
How I love the games we play
From across the miles
by Tigerlily of Sydney, AU
All day long I count
Rhythm persists in my head
Drastic measures soon
by nonsuch seattle,
Listen to the rain
Flooding the City Streets
Damp and Stinky Feet
by BluesMan of Pasig, Philippines
silence for my cat
was run over by a truck
silence for my cat
by Dogs are Smelly of Santa Fe, USA
Autumn's motley cloak
Casts its gaudy raiment
in a striptease wind.
by Michelle Scheybeler of Edmonton, Canada
My memory is blank
Computer screen has gone blue
What's my mind to do!
by Kool MoE of Annapolis, The best there is (US!)
16, like jimi,
doors, eagles and fleetwood mac.
born 30 years late.
by Maisie Day of Manchester, England
I am I
U are U
WE will never be US
by Jit of nyc, US
There be two types now
They who eat cheese, they who don't
Which one would you be?
by Bugnoz of ===
Whitey talk be good
But dissin homies be jive
Cuz I wit da hood.
by Bugnoz of kc, usa
Hey! Just love the blouse
Liberace called last night
Missed shower curtain
by Squgg of Arcata, US
Hey, who put that there?
Mandarin skin on my shoe
It makes my eyes hurt.
by Handfootwoman of Perth, Australia
Gutwrenching odour
remains of beef vindaloo
Open the window
by Anna of Sydney, Australia
Dark is the night sky
Decorated by bright stars
Taken for granted
by Anna of Sydney, Australia
hey! Yo seamonkey
I thought that you was killed.
Lret's do lunch, babe!!
by the dead cat of lahso, nepal
Oh seamonkey!
I am missing you.
Please float again!
by the dead cat of lasho, Nepal
Eat SeaMonkey Eat
SeaMonkey you die
you do not float
by Darci of belleville, Canada
Hamsters eat shredded
carrots and make little
black dates in return
by Laura
Monica
I will clean it
no charge
by eric of hamilton, Bermuda
Beach stroll. Warm sunset.
Neap tide lapping passive sands.
Tar stuck 'tween my toes.
by Kadiz
I gorged on stale To-
fu at Yu's "All-Yu-Can-Eat"
I soiled my khakis!!!
by Diaphanous Daphne
Night enfolds the room
Endless quiet. Sleep descends.
Horrors lie in wait.
by Kadiz
Words chiseled in stone.
Promises as good as gold.
In the end, just lies.
by Kadiz
I lust, awaiting.
Quick, the little act is played.
Cash in hand, she leaves.
by Kadiz
Cuffed, kicked and put out.
No mercy for an old dog.
Just the fleas are fat.
by Kadiz
cottage cheese is good
eat your calcium
the best idea since ice cream
by sally of norman, usa
Taste of sweet oyster.
A frantic gasping for breath.
Thighs pressed to my ears.
by Kadiz
Anna's addiction
Is not as sad as Mic's haiku
Wow, is that bad
by Anna of Sydney , Australia
fan belt sweat air hot got gone
bust finger bust finger crap crap
miller time miller time
by bill seder
I HAVE A PROBLEM
I CAN'T THINK OF A HAIKU
WHAT AM I TO DO>
by Hobert of HEREFORD, AMERICA
I HAVE A PROBLEM
I CAN'T THINK OF A HAIKU
WHAT AM I TO DO>
by Hobert of HEREFORD, AMERICA
Alarm clock it rings
Don't want to get up right now
But, I have to pee.
by James of Dallas, USA
Annie's addiction
made me sad
her poem was better than any cigarette I ever had
by Michael David of Sydney,
Anna's addictionmakes me sad
her poem is better than any cigarette I ever had
by Michael David of Sydney,
Too Many People
Write Such Awful Shit Because
It's All They Can Do
by P. E. Smith (pen name) of Somewhere, the World
shut up jared
go away
by frank of portage, usa
shut up jared
by frank of portage, usa
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by frank of portage, usa
