oh nah , din't mean you
just these excrement junkies
flaming shit-ass kooks
by sheena
 
			
what bad light breaks through
yonder Stygian window?
buzzes and glows dark
oh hell has more mouths
more teeth than three snarls hold
all out's in, in's out.
by sheena
 
			
shit-eater I'm not
perhaps this is why no one
is talking to you?
by Mari Komadori
 
			
where the hell you at?
my friends have all gone away
just shit-eaters here
by sheena, after a while
 
			
yes, it's me again
writing another haiku
worse than lots of yours
by Mari Komadori
 
			
here I am again
the new girl at bad haiku
is anyone here?
by Mari Komadori
 
			
where are the poets?
bad or not, they are comfort
for those read here
by Drophammer
 
			
mellie, i know Saint
he's a good guy, though strange, too
give him an e-mail
by Drophammer
 
			
can't eat salami
fearing foot in mouth disease
oops I just swallowed
by mellie
 
			
anticipation
i am tight as a drum.aaaaahhh
leathered hand  ups revs
by mellie
 
			
waiting for sainthood
what pope would canonise me?
craving explosion
by mellie
 
			
evidence of tools
fashioned by primitive man
in fossilized bones
by mount madonna mama
 
			
her eyes tipped upward
her wet lips parted slightly
she shrugs and then sighs
by mount madonna mama
 
			
her stomach clenched
she applies pipewrench to drain
vain search for contact
by mount madonna mama
 
			
recently erased
chalk dust drifting faint traces
of word shaped ideas
by mount madonna mama
 
			
curling like a leaf
past its season  leeched of hue
she breathes carefully
by mount madonna mama
 
			
down the darkened hall
his eyes travel to the door
opening slowly
by mount madonna mama
 
			
chill wind whips her cheeks
tendrils of hair in her mouth
the red scarf flutters
by mount madonna mama
 
			
Man! that bitch at work
sure, she listens to 'light jazz'
to her-mad cow death
by Bruce of St Pete 
 
			
ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!
i can't let an hour pass
with no bad haiku
by the fourth way(t.e.s.) of seattle 
 
			
i'm gonna fry up
nessie in a big skillet
that's some good eatin!
by the eighteenth syllable (t.f.w.) of seattle 
 
			
don't translate the words
transmogrify your conscious
and flee to Loch Ness
by Drophammer
 
			
http://world
.altavista.com/
use that to translate
by the fourth way of seattle 
 
			
Todos los ninos estan wacking,
Y no parecen como los perros castrados.
acaso comieron un perro caliente?
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No 
 
			
El Dolor es como boca.
En la trompa y la boca, el
corazon es como mi trompa
by Anonymous Poet of Hell No 
 
			
masterwhacking and
monsterjacking in my new
ovaltine jumpsuit
by Drophammer
 
			
jackin ta kathy?
that's like a woman jackin'
off to mister T
by the fourth way (t.e.s.) of seattle 
 
			
see me masturbate
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack
i love kathie lee
by raging johnson of cube farm CTP2E 
 
			
the crawling chaos
creeping closer to your mind
Nyarlathotep
by H.P. Lovecraft
 
			
Janis - do not fret
My house burned down last August
still not moved back in
by Saint
 
			
When does it all end?
Living out of some boxes
I must find a home
by Janis of Toronto 
 
			
I have I C Q
six five five zero five two
Can I hear from you?
by Saint
 
			
chafing, the meaty
tube of salami slams me
i grope blindly, help!
by meaty
 
			
I'm too sexy for
this bad haiku. Too sexy
for all of you too!
by Saint
 
			
What are you doing?!?!
Drinking an import, watching
the market report.
by Saint
 
			
Copy D-N-A?
ribonucleic acid
R-N-A That's how!
by Saint
 
			
My ass cheese awaits
For Drophammer to eat it
Yum, Yum, I want some.
by Saint
 
			
previous santa?
with lots of culotte problems?
are you committed?
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
I have a headache
Searing pain in my eyeballs
I'm going home now
by Demento
 
			
santo previo
con problemas de culo
by piperboy of Chicago, IL USA 
 
			
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