length only matters
in the Japanese Haiku
English tells to much
by Grog (Ok so it was 3-6-3 ) of Seattle
the evil i wrought!
five-seven-five. other bad
poems go elsewhere.
by Anonymous Poet
What the hell is this?
United Nations haiku?
Damn Global Econ.
by The Eighteenth Syllable(t.f.w.) of seattle
Check your second lines
carefully Grog. They often
have more than you want.
by Anonymous Poet
grog, they lied
it IS important.
listen not
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
No estoy bueno
mis pantalones sucio
es de mi culo
by Saint
length is not
important, only you.
tell someone.
by Grog (3-5-3 HA!) of Seattle
enamorado
las chicas me encantan
yo quiero amor
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA
wo die Eselsmischmaschine ist, die mich in der Nacht mit K
by TropfenHammer
fire, mom, cats, taco
cool...haiku in spanish.. lets
call that stuff "spaiku"
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
gibbering nonsense
unrelated actions in words
confusion is here
by Grog of Seattle
i have a big zit
it screams in pain and redness
wipe the mirror clean
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA
i am a rebel.
rules can never control me.
six syllables, who cares!
by Anonymous Poet
mi mono frota
con gatos en mi taco
madre enfuego
by Martillo de la Gota
neanderthal dude
australopithecene chick
post-modern-baby
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
Priests and cannibals
Prehistoric animals
Happy dead come home
by Shriekback
I will be back soon
I must bury a quaker
relief on the way!
by Saint
well gooney goo goo!
goodness gracious! golly gee
willickers! gosh gosh!
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle
hyperthermophiles
very interesting word
heat loving creatures
by Saint
sorry...wrong mellie
it's my silly name for my
cut watermelon
by The Eighteenth Syllable of seattle
Mellie is stuffed in
my basement in a trash bag
mu ha ha ha ha
by The Eighteenth Syllable of seattle
might need a new job
this one boring. Can I come
stay with you mellie?
by Saint
Bump on head. Ouch! Fell
asleep at work desk. Mellie
kiss and make better?
by Saint
I'm iller than jack
in that cuckoo's nest movie.
watch me dance, baby
by The Eighteenth Syllable of seattle
the spicy food hurts
i want to stop but it keeps
pushing, pushing. OW!
by Anonymous Poet
The porcelain throne
calls yet again. NAY! NO MORE!...
Hemorrhoids be gone.
by Anonymous Poet
Powerful nuggets
place dew droplets on my ass
awakening me.
by Anonymous Poet
The log is followed
by a fart. A smell follows
the fart. Sweet nature!
by Anonymous Poet
I fill the toilet
the water is displaced by
my chocolate glacier
by Saint
floaters are wimpy
real men crap real fecal stuff
powerful nuggets
by Drophammer
A morning surprise.
Runny? Solid? Thick? Thin? Light?
Dark? Look, a floater!!!
by Anonymous Poet
awaiting blissful
time on the porcelain throne
i think of past sh*ts
by Anonymous Poet
Oh Stenchie, stank muse
Percolating muddy froth
Within gut's Eden
by Drophammer
Priest has been unboweled
By the scribbly scrabble
Stenchies that lurk here
by Drophammer
I am now so sad
I have read the entire Onion.
Now no more to read.
by Saint
you, preoccupied
by fecal matter, reveal
methane lifted dreams
by Anonymous Poet
i am not working
i must leave this place and go
not work somewhere else
by the fourth way of seattle
Fading in and out
over-rated consciousness
Hammer smiles, he knows.
by priest of next to drophammer on his kitchen floor
Stenchies overwhelm
Siren-like to my bowels
I evacuate.
by Priest of in drophammer's kitchen
Stuck in the office
I want to go and ride my
cycle or mellie
by Saint
Damn eighth syllable
I can not count right today
I feel so ashamed
by Saint
"Fya-Thigh-Rio"
my new band: "Fuck You And The
Horse You Rode In On"
by the fourth way of seattle
If of course mellie
doesn't repsond back to me soon
then I would do it.
by Saint
niner - I think that
she can knock spiderwebs with
me at anytime.
by Saint
when i look at gwen
i get all tingly inside
she's not "Just" a girl
by the fourth way of seattle
then again i can
not see her face when I take
her ass from behind
by Saint
roll up and bang bang
all my gang does the same thang
i'm on the chain gang
by the fourth way of seattle
When I look at Gwen
Stefani - I think what the
hell with the pink hair?
by Saint
"I'll be back" he says.
"hasta la vista" he says,
in austrian tones
by the fourth way of seattle
