no motorcycle
I guess I am stuck with my
red razor scooter
by 9thmoon of Seattle
My bike screams for me.
And I will comfort it's soul.
Yes, later today.
by Saint
motorcycle is
calling me; thrilling to feel
the wind in my face
by 9thmoon of Seattle
I too joke Anon
When I thrust my blade through you
and crap on your soul.
by Saint
I am not joking,
a good punch to the face helps.
Then you can do "it"
by TekunoRobby of Miami
saint, priest and others
you know that i am joking?
i hope that you do
by Anonymous Poet
be gentlemanly
and gracious, girls will notice...
if you're not ugly
by Anonymous Poet
I post my e mail
my mailbox still sits empty
I will die alone
by Saint
Car speeding to lunch
All flanks are unprotected
For haiku assault.
by Priest
I have tried punching
I broke my hand and I cried.
Then she kicked my ass.-
by Saint
Hey Saint you should try,
a good punch in the girls face.
They will like you much!
by TekunoRobby of Miami
bad haiku lets me
express my innermost self:
kill my boss, kill him!
by Anonymous Poet
Like Neandertals
My social grace with women
lacks very much so
by Saint
Making games is fun!
I must be John Romero,
touch my long pony hair.
by TekunoRobby of Miami
All of life is art
And randomness births magic
As critics kill our wonder.
by Priest
Why do I type this?
it is very sexual,
please touch me right now.
by TekunoRobby of Miami
I dream of sliced cheese
melting in my underwear
friends call me Cheez Whizz
by Cabal468 of Phoenix
i now quit writing
haiku before you all kill
me. Bye, bad haiku!
by Anonymous Poet
To Anon Poet
I had a "haiku" for you
I flush it away
by Saint
submit art only,
not random thoughts, you moron.
i disparage you!
by Anonymous Poet
I spelled "to" wrong
In my last fateful haiku
I blame public school
by Cabal468 of phoenix
To Miss Everything,
and Mellie - I ask this of you:
Menage a trois? Oui!
by Saint
haiku is like life,
only way to stop is death.
i try to be deep.
by Anonymous Poet
must take a shower
I am far to smelly now
I'm scaring the cats
by Cabal468 of phoenix
I must emulate
the attitude of bound men
to get walked upon.
by Saint
Must stop bad haiku
I need to be productive
this is addictive
by Cabal468 of Phoenix
What the hell is this?
A saint on his knees begging?
have you no pride, man!
by Cabal468 of Pheonix
i submit haiku,
it shows up on monitor,
hmmmm, they are not good
by Anonymous Poet
On my knees I beg
please please call me someone please
I work for my dad
by Saint of MI
Zoom, off I go now
crotch rocket blazing trail
to colorless grey
by BattlePuppy of MI
Blantant desperation
ed fred at voyager dot
net. Please e mail me.
by Saint
If you can read this
you are standing to close
I swallow your soul
by Cabal468 of Pheonix
Anonymous sits
cowardly throws jabs at Priest
don't talk to Billy Idol that way!!!!
by Anonymous Poet
My Honda screameth
I accelerate and shift
The world then blurs
by Saint
reading his haikus
i wonder if priest may have
issues from childhood
by Anonymous Poet
Tense interview
the backdoor pressure building
results in seepage
by BattlePuppy of MI
I hear some music
coming from the parking lot
Rap! not to my taste.
by Cabal468 of Phoenix
Don't fall away, and
Leave Love bleeding in my hands
Don't fall away again.
by Priest
Proud by his flag plant
Dares all, "If you care for me
Then care this far."
by Priest
Two look at one another
Cobwebs gather, hang
Hours later, waitress comes
by BattlePuppy of MI
Art generally
enriches people, but bad
haiku causes crime!
by Anonymous Poet
Signs everywhere paint
just how rich you too can be
throw away your soul
by Battlepuppy of MI
My long hair doth suck
covers my eyes during sex
is she still naked
by Cabal468 of Phoenix
My thoughts are profound.
I am wise beyond belief.
You are so stupid.
by Anonymous Poet
Gas, it sometimes fills
my belly. Bloated! Bloated!
People avoid me.
by Anonymous Poet
at work i read bad
haiku, it is less boring
than the work i do.
by Anonymous Poet
even though it's hot
I've fallen into autumn
winter on its way
by mellie
and a yamaha
yellow like a canary
it sang so sweetly
by mellie
I cant figure out
what all of this poem crap is
really all about, ha!
by Goofuss
little tools from nuts
like you - globe spins; we are so
in the east and west.
by Miss Everything
