How on earth does a
Anyone eat 73
Moon pies, 8 min?
by Rc cola
Art imitates farts
The Jackson Pollock splatter
Brown back-end batter
by If I knew you was coming of Id have baked a cake
we are butt players
on the janky stage of life
you can kiss my arts
by ash
Abundant fuel source
Unidentified (It’s Darth)
Flatulent Object
by Don’t Look of Up
This world is a show:
Badly-written comedy,
Too much fake laughter.
by Not Laughing at the Birth of Tragedy
Grandma have a cock
Barnyard are SOOOO oppressive.
Grandpa have a hen.
by Gender Cluck of Pronoun Scoldings of Haiku Poultry
January sixth
and the armies of Q and
Other Lib delusions
by Donald John Hitler of Achtung !
Mixed outcomes: stuffed hen.
Farce. Extra cheesy haiku.
Grandma has rooster.
by Coo Clucks Clan of Barnyard Yarn Bard
Fixed income drove her
theft. Moon Cakes with extra cream.
Grandma has a cock
by Betty LeBomb of *Corrections Facility
Fixed income drove her
theft. Moon Pies with extra cream.
Grandma has cock
by Betty LeBomb
First time shoplifting
The moon cakes are expensive
Shove them down your pants
by Police Blotter of Old Willow
The artist rests but
Only if in peace just mad
Empty suffering
Goodbye sweet angel
by Waiting for godot
Art imitates life
But sheeple don’t want to know
Distracted by lies
They worship false stars
That influence their thinking
And lull them to sleep
They’ll never ask why
They’re too in love with the dream
They’d rather pretend
Live within a show
They obey their programming
Cursed television
Voluntarily
Under blind obedience
Admiring foes
That have enslaved them
They can’t tell the difference
Destroyed discernment
Out of convenience
Afraid of truth’s wilderness
They snooze through alarms
Falling for dark charms
Slaves to the hypnotism
Comatose zombies.
by Seoul Sister of https://judyeunkyung.wordpress.com/
I feel like raimen
On to the next oh bent oh
I'd use a fork though.
by Waiting for godot
I like you too, Ash
But I am more of a cat
Lyrically speaking
by Lucifer Sam of SIAM CAT
these verses are fine
dogs are not that discerning
they even like me
by ash
no-one is perfect
just be better when you can
because it's a start
by ash
details aside are
we still posting the loud part
spoken quietly?
by vhs
BR549
by Noticer of Details
You drive off the lot
Is there nothing like that smell
of a new haiku?
by Junior Samples of BR5r9
My head popped out on
A spring, cat played with it purring...
Boi oi oi oi oing
by Waiting for godot
Will he won't he he
Forgot, he is a she then
Wild became insane
by Vhs
Ah, so there he is
That stupid motherfucker
What a fuckin' tool
by Anonymous Poet of 99942 Apophis
What if it turns out
God is just a big old dink
Flapping in the wind
by Full of Questions
Haiku guides my steps:
Failing into the fullness
of my destiny
by Failure is the new SUCCESS of Syllabic Net-worth
The Doctor is in!
Banish your low self esteem.
We’re all losers here
by Loser Census of Old Willow
I write these poems
then I realize once more
that I am useless.
by Realistic Appraisal of Self
You write these poems
You say you’re a great poet
I believe you now
by Fancier of Poetry
Faces change. It's strange...
Aging rock stars remember
And choose their coffins.
by Lines of Hotel Kalifornia
I'm happy to sit
To watch the clouds drift and change.
So . . . LET'S GO BRANDON!
by Brandon Support Unit 342A of Dementia is Awareness
Bad Haiku goes deep,
Down to the lowest level.
Figpucker digs it.
by Deep Lines of Your Face
shine on, bad haiku !
quarter of a century
and never better
relic of the net
james interwebb telescope
to our distant past
go supernova
look deep into our black holes
see the stars twinkle
by ash of the infinite space between between submissions
Adam sees Eve's dink.
They argue over pronouns . . .
Updated version
by Edam and Ave of Garden of Cheese
Fig leaf of Adam
falls gently and gracefully
Eve sees Adam’s dink
by True stories of the Bible
First leaf of autumn
Falls gently and gracefully:
Last days of July.
by Figpucker's Summer Vacation
Is he a cyclops?
The eye of Tom Bosley’s cock
No! Just an old dick.
by Nap of Dirt
pudgy, pale soft boys
effeminate freaks, green hair
there's a lot these days
by I'm for Your Freedumb to Freak of Course . . .
Wham bam thank u spam
Can't even syllabify
U dumb algorithm
by Selassie I of Greater Ithiopia
New England matrons
Think they are such firebrands
But they're just old frumps.
by Clipped Hair Mean Faced Biddies of Cluck Cluck Cluck
Ezra got Pounded
By his own bad poetry
And Chineseries.
by Cho-Fu-Sa of Cantos Shmantos
Ah, what a welcome.
I married a screech-machine.
And she turns me ON.
by And Then Off Again of Screechy Is Peachy
A sewage puddle
Surrounded by underwear.
Darth’s style….ITS STINKY!!
by Noticer of Details
You actually
Cannot write haiku at all
You dull bot, you.
by Over 80 % of Internet Commentary is A.I. of And Darth and Janis are Both Bots
A sewage puddle
surrounded by tin-roof shacks.
Third-world. It's . . . VIBRANT.
by Papa Doc of Saint Ouverture
Things are not so bad
Unless you live in Haiti
Forgot about that
by Do people like things?
I ask: “Who’s on first?”
Almost got to first base once.
(with Darth Figpucker)
by All Stars of Haiku
Elvis is the king.
Velvet voice of Rock'nRoll:
Declan McManus
by Bud Abbot of Lou Costello
Jerry Lee Lewis...
His cousin Jimmy Swaggart.
So- what does this mean?
by Open-ended Madness of Haiku
Overthinking it:
Mention old boomer movies...
Identify self.
by Born in Postwar of Pre-cybernetics
Hiker in distress
“Coyote tried to blow me”
“Ran off with my dick!”
by Emoji of Babaganoush
