I can't count -- big shit
Five, seven, five syllables?
Hey, it's bad haiku.
by Nunya BidnessOn the Bayou,
A helium-filled
Hindenburg: "Oh the human-
Hey! I'm Mickey Mouse!"
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
A dingo ate my
Baby!
Sparklingly novel As excuses go.
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Sometimes I wonder
Where did we go, what went wrong?
I guess it's over.
by Anna
Tortured girl is she
Searching for answers not found
Why not look within?
by ylilregithh
God I love the beats
God I love San Francisco
Vesuvio Bar!!!
by Anna
I tried to e-mail
gloriously bad haiku
"Transfer Interrupt!" Shit.
by Nunya Bidness of Whereever,
She loved my poems,
poured me drinks and never bitched.
I should have kept her.
by bakai
I am so damn bored -- Changed my internet home page to Heaven's Gate Web Site.
by Nunya Bidness of Hale-Bopp, Galaxy
SHE SMELL SO BAD YES
I ALMOST NOT EAT
OK SHE FINE NOW!
by OWLMAN of kc, usa
look out the window
can the weatherman predict
better than tarot?
by ashley of sydney, Oz
pass them fuckin peas
pass them fuckin potatoes
happy thanksgiving
by Hollywood Bonfire
Toilet is broken
Landlady is so lazy
I pee in her yard
by Jim of Gadsden, USA
Ice Cold Forty Ounce
Piss Puke Cum Sleep Cigarette
Quench Dark phallic Thirst
by Mack Rodbro of Chi-Town, USA
Marriage bonds don't last,
But a year, or sometimes two
Let's use Super Glue!
by P.Keller
Isolation air
table breathes like Darth Vader
when you lean on it.
by Intern
Internet porn, thou
art a villainous scourge 'pon
my soul. And too slow.
by Intern
smelled my chair's cushion
after working here two years
please infer the rest
by Hollywood Bonfire
dear Agent Scully
you're so hot I'd volunteer
for an autopsy
by Hollywood Bonfire
Lenny Kravitz, I
want you to get away too
Fly far away. Now.
by Intern
Covered in cow drool
Today I learnt to ignore
Yesterday
by Reverend Jim of London , UK
solid gold auto six hundred feet per gallon gets soft in the sun
by HB
Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain
Easier to face winter
If planning Mex trip
by Alex of No City,
Rev'rund Jim nicht Deutsch
Arbeit Macht Frei. Was Arben?
Arbey's macht Roast Beef
by Alex
Lie down in a field.
Cows will come up to lick you.
Why won
by Reverend Jim of London , UK
Sing with dyslexics:
by Reverend Jim of Jonestown, Guatemala
pull on the joystick
feeding up elevator
as i soar skywards
by ashley of sydney, Oz
There are many fish
in the sea but I am not
a fisher man though
by Elubia Oomfufu Phalange
in throes of passion
although it wasn't my aim
i fucked my back
by ashley of sydney, Oz
Some of these haiku
are cleaver or erotic
others, just profane
by L. D. A. of Cloverdale, USA
Stop complaining, eh?
It'll get you nowhere fast
You're just a fuckwit
by Anna
Sit! Sit, dammit Sit!
Sit down! Sit! Want a treat? Sit!!!
All right, fuck you, Ma
by Eddie Futch
Dismiss frustration
Strike at grand truths throughfits of
Curiosity
by Eddie Futch
serious actor
removes his teeth with pliers
to play an old man
by Hollywood Bonfire
lost that great job when
my boss caught me smoking pot
while fucking his wife
by Hollywood Bonfire
romantic dinner:
sixteen sunfish, some dead leaves,
and strawberry milk
by Hollywood Bonfire
Work harder, scum! Or
You'll regret it. Remember
Arben macht temp staff!
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Radical priests know
It's an adrenaline rite!!
Extreme Unction! Woaaah!!!
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Real bad vacation
Where the hell is everyone?
"Oh, Hi, Gilligan
by Anonymous Poet
Go right ahead, friend
Get right up into my face
Spit on me you whore
by jon
and another thing
i almost forgot to say
whatdoyoucallit?
by noone
Cynical work bitch,
I'd pay to see someone kick
you right in the smush
by Intern
If the Fonz was so
Cool, how come he hung out with
Fuckwits like Potzy?
by Reverend Jim of London, UK
Now, that's not to say
You should put on blue pants,but
Use your fucking head
by Skip Diiskun
Dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Smoke on the water.
by RrrrrrrRRR Guest of London, UK
Bad haiku is good.
Oxymoronic? wise? Ahhh!
Think about it! Ahhhhhhhhh!
by Fingers McPhee of London, UK
Velvet Underground
From Sweet Jane to Candy Says
This band rocks my world
by Anna
Where are you tonight?
Spinning in circles no doubt
On auto pilot
by Anna
Am I lonesome now?
Yes, I am lonesome tonight
Thank you, internet
by O Solo Mio of Concord, USA
Over vinyards flock
fluttering wings of starlings.
Aerobatic flight.
by L. D. A. of Cloverdale, U. S. A.
