Demons leave my ass
And they fly back to Satan,
Prince of air power.
by p-p-fr-tt-tpp-p of Methane Surveillance
My words are just turds
Plopping in haiku toilet
Go get the plunger
by Anonymous Poet
los angelenos
threatened by human taco
with very small beans
by ash
Put that flag away
Or fly it in Mexico
Not Los Angeles
by Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciúncula of Gringolandia
Crush the enemy.
Haiku-to-haiku combat:
Obliterate them!
by Field Marshall Sugiyama of Syllabic Strategy
Present is so tense.
The past is so imperfect.
Use conditional.
by Grammar/Grandpa of Conjugation
life is a present
without infinite future
so live while you do
by ash of dust to dust
Nah.. life is a gift
Its just a certainty
How we use that gift
by Mox
let's get serious
existence is for joking
and then being dead
by ash of rinse and repeat
This life is too short
To in the name of Christ go
Down the path of death
by Mox
There's an idea that
I used to care...but I know
Trends die off...a grave
by Mox
I await to see
If the response is evil or
Decent to test here
by Mox
But it's up to me
How I respond to anons
Who play these old games
by Mox
I honestly think
If I were dead you'd make a
Joke of that as well
by Mox
Nonsense...this place has.
Its sense of shitposting and
People here mock life
by Mox
Nonsense...this place has.
Its sense of shitposting and
People here mock life
by Mox
You're out of focus.
You might be out of money.
And you're out of time.
by Out of Everything of Course
It's weird to focus
On how I used to be for
Me.. looking back...wow
by Mox
overthinking things
just wears out your brain sooner
and it's tired enough
by ash of slow deep thoughts
I'm analyzing
The why behind all of this
To make sense of trolls
by Mox
It's about a sort
Of control of narrative
Politics really
by Mox
The thing is there's no
Real consequence to this or
That like illegals
by Mox
I have to ask who
Is on the other end who
Plays the game like old
by Mox of The internet is dead
The sun is still out
I'm breathing. I'm right here
Still posting these posts
by Mox
The trick is not to
Respond at all. Just let them
Too tired for this
by Mox
But to hide behind
A screen or phone..what about
In the flesh...right there
by Mox of Just curious to know
But to hide behind
A screen or phone..what about
In the flesh...right there
by Mox of Just curious to know
I think you are dumb
Incel got his feewings hurt
Toughen up snowflake
by Aint no gates, but I'm a keeper
I think it's dumb to
Admit but I got upset
In a real way here
by Mox of ...long ago
Oops...5...7..6
Must be the new math cause the
Old math is racist
by Mox
Mox is indeed the
Dreadful vhs. Are we
Gatekeeping again?
by Mox/vhs
lurch into my lunch
long, lean and lugubrious
leave the cows alone
by ash of addams family meal
daisy oh daisy
you drive my taste buds crazy
so soft and braisey
by ash of thought for food
If you knew it's name...
Would you want to eat that cow?
Keith is delicious!
by Name your cows after Rolling Stones
Sometimes I get stuck
Dwelling in idealized past
And I do love it...
by Illusion of Temporal Reality
Searched up old girlfriend.
She aged well, unlike others...
May God bless her soul.
by High School Highs of Nostalgic Lows
Mox does not count well
Similar to VHS
raising suspicion
by Haiku Detective
Costanza still haunts
The waiting rooms of his time
Serenity now!! NOW!!!!!!!
by Mox of Whats the deal with nostalgia
Damn it my greatest
Weakness...bagels...lox...cream cheese
A side of verklempt
by Moxie of And Cafe au lait...I'm protestant...not jewish
How I love haiku:
Syllabification true--
and sometimes it rhymes...
by Rhymin' Simon of Garfunkel
Moxie, oh Moxie:
Your girlfriend is so foxy.
Bagels and loxie.
by Old Rabbi of The Shtetl
Hail, hail, fire and snow...
'Round the angel we will go.
(old Star Trek refrain)
by Bones of Spock Kirk Uhura
Rain sleet snow hail hail
The gang is all here and
Rain in mud rules
by Moxie
What happens when the
Haiku is pretty good is
It so bad it's good?
by Mox
Haiku goes: Ping! Ping!
You go: Ching-chong ching chong ching!
They go: Bang! Bang! Bang!
by Great Sage of Oriental Enlightenment
Hey bald man fuck off
Don't contaminate my space
With your toxic ways
by Mark Farner of Grand Funk Railroad
Dear ol' uncle Clem:
They done slaughtered the last hog--
And then it's corn pone.
by Romantic Tragedy of Great Smoky Mountains
The Noochinator:
When he appears, syllables
Fall right into place.
by Scarriet Special Ops of Elite Haiku Unit 309
Learned haiku in school.
It's like instant poetry:
Add water and stir.
by Bob Tonucci of Brockton, Mass.
Let us unite NOW.
We will overthrow the world
With stunning haiku.
by Sylvia Syllable of You Know You Love It
