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Haiku # 66048, September 24, 2019 11:21 pm ET
by M.T. Pockets of Haiku Central
My good ethnic man,
your colloquial language
has me at a loss.
Haiku # 66047, September 24, 2019 8:59 pm ET
by Percibald Smith, Esq. III of Good Old London Town drinking tea before a bit of croquet.
Ima tell all y'all:
it aint like that fo nuthin.
You feel me? Nuthin.
Haiku # 66046, September 24, 2019 8:38 pm ET
by Reginald Percy D'Aubuissant of Ebonics 101
Is it possible you can have a conjoined twin grow out of you? I mean like a mole that turn into a cyst that starts to sprout arms and legs and a head and likes to sing old show tunes? Fucking Giligan's Island theme song for the 8th time this morning. I need to have it removed, but the doctors say that I can't legally do that because it might die and since it can sing, it must have a consciousness of some kind and therefore be considered human even though it grew out of me and wasn't really born. I need to consult the Catholic Church on this one. Is it really considered a life? Or should it be removed? Oh the horrible ethics of it all!
Haiku # 66045, September 24, 2019 6:30 pm ET
by Will you scratch my ass, please -- I can't reach back that far.
Murder isn't sin.
All of God's creatures do it.
At least in some way.
Haiku # 66044, September 24, 2019 6:24 pm ET
by The boil on Satan's ass.
Well consarn it Clem,
pass that moonshine over here
and let's git cloggin' !
Haiku # 66043, September 24, 2019 10:57 am ET
by Old Guy on his Porch of Great Smoky Mountains
Nach der sich mit der
Das liegt an der Grenze zum
Das liegt an der
Haiku # 66042, September 24, 2019 9:00 am ET
by Nach dem uppen of Undisclosed
Well that's ironic.
Therapist or the rapist.
Better watch your gap.
Haiku # 66041, September 24, 2019 8:05 am ET
by The ghost of Ted Bundy's underwear collection.
I was a rapist.
Then I became a poet.
Far more invasive.

Feel my words in you.
Oh how they pound in your head.
Now get therapy.
Haiku # 66040, September 24, 2019 6:26 am ET
by
The next president
Should be a severed penis
Kept in a glass jar
Haiku # 66039, September 24, 2019 2:45 am ET
by C. YA of On erection day
You, sir, ARE old cheese.
Go on over to Iran.
Take your guns with you.

You'll likely succeed
and become their new ruler.
Oil billionaire.
Haiku # 66038, September 24, 2019 12:48 am ET
by
Though these poems suck,
they are not "slam poetry".
That shit's hideous.
Haiku # 66037, September 24, 2019 12:45 am ET
by df
I smell like old cheese
I demand war with Iran
I smell like old cheese
Haiku # 66036, September 23, 2019 10:43 pm ET
by John Bolton's Mustache
He who masturbates
eighteen times every day...
Hold on, be right back.
Haiku # 66035, September 23, 2019 7:05 pm ET
by
I replaced my cum
With battery acid once
And burned my wife's mouth
Haiku # 66034, September 23, 2019 6:27 pm ET
by Tragic sense of humour
Autumn upon us
Fallen leaves hide soft dung
Warm coils, steam rises
Haiku # 66033, September 23, 2019 3:17 pm ET
by Trudging along of Undisclosed location
I cannot decide.
What's more sexy about Trump,
his ass or his mouth.
Haiku # 66032, September 23, 2019 3:14 pm ET
by Deliverance Hillbilly of A good reason to vote for Trump.
Wait, that was the speech
Now I recognize the guy
Yuge back end of Trump
Haiku # 66031, September 23, 2019 3:11 pm ET
by Noticer of Details of Undisclosed
An important speech
Punctuated by loud farts
Abruptly canceled
Haiku # 66030, September 23, 2019 1:57 pm ET
by Walkin Funny of Undisclosed
Throw away your pills
Kittens and Cats videos
Your health is restored
Haiku # 66029, September 23, 2019 1:43 pm ET
by Felix Toebeans of Under old willow
White socks with flip flops
Keeping Up With The
Pacific Northwest
Haiku # 66028, September 23, 2019 1:39 pm ET
by Shoe Fetish of Undisclosed
The wet grass whispered
I'll ruin your shoes, you bastard
That's just what happened
Haiku # 66027, September 23, 2019 1:37 pm ET
by Trudging along bastard of Wet grass
Whispered words foster
Your thoughts and desires captured
Package On the Way!
Haiku # 66026, September 23, 2019 11:53 am ET
by Ledge of Kentucky
Mexican corn dogs
rained over London last night
while clowns ate sushi.
Haiku # 66025, September 23, 2019 4:42 am ET
by I don't know why.
You need to get laid.
But I need to get laid too.
Let's fuck each other.
Haiku # 66024, September 23, 2019 2:36 am ET
by Fag of Public park bathroom.
I am so happy.
I just killed a mosquito.
Fucking parasites!
Haiku # 66023, September 22, 2019 9:57 pm ET
by df
I spilled some acid.
The grass achieved sentience.
So I imagine.

The grass spoke to me.
It said vote for Donald Trump.
Perhaps I was wrong.

But I understand.
Grass doesn't like Mexicans.
And can you blame it.
Haiku # 66022, September 22, 2019 9:47 pm ET
by Tripping on acid on grass at the park and that friend of yours had sexual relations with your mom when you weren't home.
I went to the park
and smoked some grass with your friend.
We're glad you weren't there.
Haiku # 66021, September 22, 2019 9:43 pm ET
by I've got the munchies!
Homosexual.
I grassed your friend at the park.
Elmo in Grouchland.
Haiku # 66020, September 22, 2019 7:35 pm ET
by
I parked on your friend
to comfort the morning grass.
Not one person cared.
Haiku # 66019, September 22, 2019 7:34 pm ET
by Anonymous Poet
You parked in the grass
Now the windows are steamed up
Get a room next time
Haiku # 66018, September 22, 2019 3:57 pm ET
by Irate Homeowner of Behind binoculars
I parked in the grass
To comfort my mourning friend
He was mad at me
Haiku # 66017, September 22, 2019 3:45 pm ET
by Line of lines
Even the pussy
Of a vegetarian
Can taste quite meaty
Haiku # 66016, September 22, 2019 9:45 am ET
by Cunnilingual cuisine
Or you can rob banks.
Throw spaghetti at strangers.
Torture small insects.

You don't have to wank.
Just turn off the fucking phone!
Reconnect with trees.
Haiku # 66015, September 22, 2019 9:30 am ET
by Anonymous Poet
Worship any God
Because it doesn't matter
Pray to Hulk Hogan
Haiku # 66014, September 22, 2019 9:23 am ET
by Anonymous Poet
When you get real sick
Does the praying make you well
Or maybe doctors?
Haiku # 66013, September 22, 2019 9:21 am ET
by Jesus is lard
Jimmy junior lies
His daddy wouldn't care one bit
He lied all the time
Haiku # 66012, September 22, 2019 9:19 am ET
by Anonymous Poet
Well, you did make sense.
except about "go outside and..."
(You great wanker you.)
Haiku # 66011, September 22, 2019 8:46 am ET
by Wankel Rotary Engine of One Piston Misfiring
Which do you hate more,
poets or their poetry?
Or fifty-fifty?
Haiku # 66010, September 22, 2019 6:23 am ET
by Burn all Poetry!
Go ahead, pollute!
The faster the earth is gone,
we'll be in heaven.
Haiku # 66009, September 21, 2019 9:10 pm ET
by Except for gays an poets. of They burn in hell forever.
Regardless if climate change is real or not, less pollution is a good thing. There are just too many people putting a strain on the planet for electricity, fuel, food, etc. Live simply, live clean, turn off the computer, go outside and masturbate. Do not be ashamed, start a new movement.
Haiku # 66008, September 21, 2019 8:21 pm ET
by
I could not care less
about so-called climate change.
That's YOUR religion.

I'm not interested
in your fake apocalypse.
You need to get saved.

You substituted
this silly theory of doom
for Faith and true Hope.
Haiku # 66007, September 21, 2019 4:38 pm ET
by Need a Religion of Urgency and Lies
God the Holy Lord.
He gives you every heartbeat.
Repent and seek Him.
Haiku # 66006, September 21, 2019 3:08 pm ET
by It's not Over of Fat Lady Singing
Piss molten lava.
Shit thermonuclear bombs.
Drink imported beer.
Haiku # 66005, September 21, 2019 3:00 pm ET
by
r'(t) = (dx/dt)i + (dy/dt)j + (dz/dt)k
Because your penis is small.
Snufflupagus.
Haiku # 66004, September 21, 2019 2:49 am ET
by Do you think The Count has a thing against irrational numbers?
So which one is worse,
if a person cannot read,
or can, but does not?
Haiku # 66003, September 21, 2019 2:43 am ET
by df
If you have the clap
orgasms are more intense.
Go and share the joy.
Haiku # 66002, September 21, 2019 2:38 am ET
by Satan's supervisor.
God is not happy.
He's not been since you were born.
Kill yourself today.
Haiku # 66001, September 21, 2019 2:35 am ET
by Enjoying a goat milk cappuccino in the back of a low class Asian whorehouse.
For a good time call...
We went to the fair, skating,
and then a concert.
Haiku # 66000, September 20, 2019 10:30 pm ET
by Glad I called that number.
Am I missing out?
I never use the restroom.
Yes, I'm full of shit.
Haiku # 65999, September 20, 2019 3:53 am ET
by Literally or figuratively?
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