one two three four five
two three four five six seven
one two three four five
by couting
Vaginal prolapse.
Arby's roast beef sandwiches.
There's no difference.
by Anonymous Poet
some got silicon
i'm chesty in my own way
with yellow mucus
by ash
Music listening
helps my mind mend mad mistakes
Can't go back in time
by Anonymous Poet
Eventually,
everything comes to an end.
Even this haiku.
by Anonymous Poet
Pacquiao will die.
Mayweather will also die.
Everyone will die.
by Anonymous Poet
Hey, your step sister
looks exactly like my mom
Small world after all
by Dungeon is Crab
She's my step sister!
And we are deeply in love.
Mind your own business.
by Anonymous Poet
Lots of people care!
More than they love poetry.
Get off your sister.
by Anonymous Poet
Will Pacquiao win?
Or will it be Mayweather?
Who gives a rat's ass!
by Anonymous Poet
Post influenza
thick Nickelodian slime
fills my sinuses.
by Anonymous Poet
Common signature.
Always writes about douche bags.
His wife should get one.
by Anonymous Poet
Flatulent old toad.
Croaks his rancid methane belch.
Global warming frogs.
by Anonymous Poet
people on streets
robes attire ford
blame canada
by eric cartman of South Park
Inside the roof.
Under the clouds.
by dr. john of vienna
Flush it all away.
I do not need to worry.
I know how to swim.
by Anonymous Poet
I traveled through time.
I brought back a dinosaur.
T-rex McNuggets.
by Anonymous Poet
Bicycle powered.
Enormous gyrating dong.
Self lubricated.
by Anonymous Poet
I'd poop in your yard.
Please put your address on here.
I'll be there shortly.
by Anonymous Poet
Let Bob do his job.
He's fertilizing your yard.
See how green it is!
by Anonymous Poet
"Bob" is palindrome
Bob is also a douche bag
Who poops in my yard
by Mad Neighbor
The spam bots forgot
to attach their stupid links.
Nothing but "Hello!"
farts
testing...
by Anonymous Poet
your lost palindrome
feel like you're going backwards ?
can't have it both ways
by ash
I wrote a novel.
It's also a palindrome.
Forgot to hit save.
by Anonymous Poet
I hate all poems
That's why I write characters
do weird things to them
by Paperback Writer
I hate all people.
That's why I write poetry.
I should do drive-by's.
What would people do
if I recited at them
from my car window?
by Anonymous Poet
Outlaw all clothing.
Naked people ev'rywhere.
Move to Florida.
by Anonymous Poet
The industrious
will gather up the bullshit
to put on gardens.
by Anonymous Poet
But there is no truth.
There is only the bullshit.
Oooo, I'm so profound.
by Anonymous Poet
Where others see truth,
the weary smell the bullshit
I blame the cattle!
by Post Dramatic Dress
Stealing is not cool.
Unless you steal condoms.
Then it is okay.
by Anonymous Poet
Dead men tell no lies.
But they can get erections.
And they poop themselves.
by Anonymous Poet
To write good haiku,
the last line should be subtle.
Fish don't fart bubbles.
by Anonymous Poet
It is all the same.
Had sex, made love to, or fucked.
Now do a hand stand.
by Anonymous Poet
The roasted flesh of
five castrated gummy bears
clog up my e-bong.
by Anonymous Poet
I put Viagra
in the Eucharist wafers.
Oh, those silly priests.
by Anonymous Poet
Do you have a fave?
Which haiku do you like best?
I know it's not mine.
by Anonymous Poet
Garlic anchovy
ghost pepper cappuccino.
Burping fire balls.
by Anonymous Poet
.
life like a shadow
Darkly casting our presence
of no real substance.
by Dancing fool
I''m so fortunate.
My penis is very large.
Guinea pigs love me.
by Anonymous Poet
Bring me a Mai Thai!
Or a Pina Colada!
Or a fucking beer!
by Anonymous Poet
You may suck my farts.
Get on your knees with a straw.
I've been eating eggs.
by Anonymous Poet
I hate you so much.
I hope your dick gets bit off
by snapping turtles.
by Anonymous Poet
Hate is forever.
Love is an invented lie.
But it gets you laid.
by Anonymous Poet
Back from Jacking It.
San Diego is awesome.
There's no better place.
by Anonymous Poet
Summer time titties.
Blooming like flowers in spring.
I'll go jack off now.
by Anonymous Poet
There's no better high.
Inject snake venom mixtures.
You'll live forever.
by Anonymous Poet
This will not make sense.
Poets would not understand.
Deep fried tape worm snacks.
by Anonymous Poet
I'd like to offend.
The dead, living, and unborn.
Eat a balut egg.
by Anonymous Poet
Fortunate person
Lives in a place where writing
Earns living wages
by Anonymous Poet
