Some days, you eat bear
One day, the bear may eat you.
And now I'm hungry
by Stop it already! of Not Hungary
the warmth bathes my skin,
sweet relief, but the winds bring
bitter cold again.
by awful poet.
Dozed off on the couch
Walked off a cliff in Hyrule
Lost many a heart
by Janis of Lurelin Village
Trump vomits Zion
Then invades Venezuela:
"America Last."
by Ben Shapiro's Rabbi
the empire strikes south
one dictator is removed
but there's always more
by ash of taco death star
such a pedigree
seventy eight thousand 'ku
and we ain't done yet
by ash
Happy new year Ash.
Regardless of Patel's cash,
Haiku is the fash.
by Fascist Factions of Fashion
Happy new year J.
Regardless of what fools say,
Haiku is the way.
by Wayfarer's Fairway of Metaphysical Golf
Twennytwennysicks
Will be much worse than last year.
So stay positive.
by Mr. Positive Battery Terminal of Assault & Battery Powered
Fame did not arrive.
The verses stayed where they were.
This too is a path.
by Janis of the liminal space I know and love.
Big data drains us
Heat-death of the social contact
No one looks away
by Janis of A cynical mindset
Big Tech masks its grin.
Numbers carve us into parts.
The rule, not the glitch.
by Janis of Fuck the tech bros and their ilk
Restless crickets flee.
Hyrule burns in the distance
Sure, I’ll catch one more.
by Janis of Toronto
New features added
This haiku exists to test
Whether they exist
by Janis of Toronto
time certainly flies
quarter of this century
and lots of the last
by ash
Dear Somalia:
We wish you happy new year!
(With or without clits...)
by Minnesota of Mogadishu Inc.
Good to have YOU near.
I hope and pray we can have
A happy you near...
by Mrs. Fork of Spooner, Idaho
Tom Bosley's pen is
Far mightier than the sword
(and the S-word too.)
by Significance of Sibilance Sells Stupid Seduction So Subtly
Lonely bad haiku
No one writes poems for you
Tom Bosley's pen is
by Stop it already!
We must stamp it out!
We've GOT to destroy Christmas
(for the good of earth.)
by Scowling Villain of Saturnalia
Deport the Jesus
Not born in America
Lacks proper papers
by ICE ICE Baby
Miss White (Ellen G:)
See my lovely Christmas tree!
And now for some tea...
by Adventist Stimulant of Imminent Return of Christ
Heraclitus says
All life is in constant flux...
But then there's Logos.
by Philosophy is the Opiate of the Unemployed
Looking from distance,
That valley seems uncanny
I do not like it
by Homo Erectus
The zinjanthropoids
Are running wild among us
But no one stops them.
by Cro-magnon Man of Neanderthal Valley
Hey-- come on, let's go.
Let's all write some haiku now.
Let's all groove as one.
by Maurice White of Earth, Wind and Fire
I took the pub test,
And passed with flying colors.
My score: seven pints.
by Dylan Thomas of Bob Zimmerman
tangerine doofus
a student of history
who fails the pub test
by ash of local assessment
Pro-propaganda.
Contra-contrarianism...
Anti-antichrist!
by Platform Principles of Platform Shoes
YOU are forbidden.
(Forbidden to forbid me.)
Ha ha! I got on...
by The Wiles of the Adversary
Bad Haiku, oh YES!
Oh yes yes yes yes yes yes.
By which I mean "no"...
by Anonymous Poet
Do you Fentanyl?
Many who do Fentanyl
Are no longer here.
by Western Front of the New Opium Wars
Do you Fentanyl?
Many who do Fentanyl
Are no longer here.
by Western Front of the New Opium Wars
Do you use street drugs?
If so, then you are stupid
Buy from internet
by El Chapsticko
Got to say some more.
Got to get my haiku ON!
(Like a dirty sock.)
by Sock It To Me of Haiku Sock Puppet
Recalling Bosley...
I believe he had a cock.
But it was Grandma's.
by Compiler of Grandpa's Memories
Christ was just joking.
He will not ever return.
So do what thou wilt.
by The Whole of the Law
Try to forbid me
From this website, Bad Haiku?
You can eat Basho.
by Failed Attempts of Technocracy
The lovable ones
Are very easy to love.
Enemies, less so.
by Noticer of Sermon on the Mount
You are the sun in
the Páramo, lighting up the Frailejones
by John Edward Myers of Colombia
you might well be right
who am i to disagree ?
it'll be a hit
by ash of charted territory
The world will soon die
So it can live forever
In endless nightmare
by Sweet Dreams are Made of This
forty-one orbits
and you're still vivid and real
and i still love you
by ash of ghost writing
Cock-a-doodle-MOO!
Blackity blackity white.
Oinky oink oink oink.
by Polarization of the Barnyard
Talking to the dead,
Shallow graves become deep tombs.
Necropolises.
by Conversations of Sepulchral Significance
calling the bad out
just pulls more old grievances
from their shallow graves
by ash
I jus gots to say:
Y'all whack-ass crazy as sheet...
I'm like: Donald TRUMP ?
by Laquisha J. of The Hood
Maybe this poem
Was lost in the sauce we spilled
That never got refilled
by Dog of Dog place
of all crazy cults
i'd vote for republicans
huffing peak donald
by ash of safely upwind
i'm ambivalent
windows is a pile of shit
i can't live without
by ash of local account
