Fukushima glow
Ultrasound result shows twins
Thirty Syllables!
by Congrats! of Old Willow Groinocology
at my very core
i've got a hadron for you
small and attractive
by ash of atomic love
You're so vain (so vain!)
They were clouds in my coffee
Yeah (yeah!) MOCKINGBIRD
by Operation Mockingbird of Langley VA
transports of delight
i'm a steamroller baby
roll all over you
by ash of sweet baby james
Hear my train coming . . .
Lord the boxcars are empty--
But my heart is full.
by Jimi Hendrix Mother-in-Law
You can't fuck a train
What the heck is wrong with you?
This will not end well
by KC Jones
When I hear the train
I picture us making love
Flattened on the tracks
by F.S.
She's irrelevant.
Her name was on many brands:
Ms. Elizabeth.
by Obsolete Monarchies of Divine Right/wrong
Net worth of the rich:
It's just an inverse ratio
Of their damnation.
by Apart From The Saving Work of Christ
All of you are HERE.
That makes me so very glad.
Like Cream: "I'm So Glad"
by Right Womb of Black Curtains
Feel sorry for him
His bone is frozen in stone
Talk about hot sex
by Michael McDonald
Minute by minute
The Pompeii Masturbator
He kept holding on
by Hold on loosely of Don’t let go
minet by minute
That poor broken old lady
She kept holding on
by Speaking of the Doobies
don't care what they say
charles is just alright with me
fire up the doobies
by ash of talk to the foliage
majestic sunset
clouds roll over the empire
and it's reigning men
by ash of the colonies
Some old British dame
Kicked the bucket (I am told).
She must have got old...
by Obsolete Monarchy Appreciation Committee
King Chuck: full of it
Malthusian malarkey
Globalist buzz-words
by Schlaus Kwab of Sustainability Inc.
Ninety years pregnant
Giving birth to this poem
Wait…it’s just a fart
by Stealth Cheesefarter
This place is so dead...
Like a sad necropolis
Devoid of poets.
by Haiku Reality Check of Cashed
Nancy Pelosi
Probably uses Esperio
For ill-gotten gains.
by Or Some Similar Thing of Ukrainian Opportunities
Esperio is gay.
Esperio sucks donkey dicks.
God bless Esperio.
by MetaTrader5 of FOREX
Dear Guatemala:
We're sorry our C.I.A
Destroyed your nation.
by Allen Dulles of Bananas
Working on my beard
To please all you feminists...
Behold my face. Praise.
by Well Groomed Haiku of Patriarchy
History birthed me:
A strong empowered white man.
Grandpa had a cock.
by Homage to Ash of Dust to Dust
i want grand dad's cock
put it deep inside of me
if im a good girl
by horny of lmao
Now: back to haiku!
Reduce life to syllables.
Grand-dad has a cock.
by Hen in the Fox House
Cyrillic spammers.
Endless useless verbiage.
Think I'll take a nap.
by Pushkin's Mother in Law
Hey, Paolo Freire:
You are so FULL of SHIT. Yes.
I'm talking to YOU.
by Pedagogy of the Damned
he is obnoxious/
Why the fuck does he do this?
Coping strategy
by Mostasezo (for eris) of Cope4Eris
Hey Michalowski:
Write a haiku or go home.
We kontrol your base.
by Vladdie Putin of Kremlin
Cheap didgeridoo
Repurpose the cardboard tube
from paper towels
by Kangaroo Charmer of Down Under
Albertmek: EAT me.
Actually, on second thought,
Just check yourself in.
by Meds for Algorithms of Rehab
Cumbia profunda:
Hay que sentir y saber
la buena onda.
by CUMBIA of musica
Say it again
by Anonymous Poet
Beasts are gonna beast.
Humans are gonna human.
Latins gonna lat.
by Jogger of Latinate Latitudes
Submit or be damned
The center line broken the beast
Has spoken latin
by Vhs
job today: cold calls
sorry did i bother you?
give me fucking cash
by Lunicingus of U mom Wallet
Man Ray, manta ray
Whatever. The art still stings.
Nineteen-thirties. Now.
by Look Out For That Barbed Tail
Pillaging the zoo,
The primates are flinging poo.
Closest human's you.
by De Scent of Man, Origin of Species
a woke absurdist
proudly dada and mama
hermaphrodite ray
by ash of it's surreally art
middle aged haiku
pushes mature gravitas
over the edgy
by ash
Squat over the hole
Defecate wearing high heels
Am I overdressed?
by Kaka Chanel of Follow your nose
Yes -- we are ready!
Primed and ready for the war...
Haiku civil war.
by Syllabic Secession from U.S.
Abraxas is great.
Inspired by Hermann Hesse.
A true gnostic work.
by You So Dumb You Don't Even Know What Gnostic Means of Carl Jung's Mother-in-law
Santana album.
The name of the song: TABOO.
(from seventy-one)
by Even though Carlos Himself is Full of Shit (spiritually)
Return to the corpse.
Have intimate relations
with the dead body.
by Body as Text of Book Without Organs
Cut out the organs.
Leave the organless corpse there;
The corpse of haiku.
by Necrophilia of Haiku Verse
Dearest Uncle Clem:
Could it be yore own pore self
Done gave me scabies?
by Suffering in the Hills of Billy Q.
You cursed losers.
You post haiku at this site.
What is wrong with you?
by What is Wrong with ME?
I will use a cheap
Tracfone to post haiku whilst
In a parking lot
by Rc cola
