Haikers come hither.

[Disco_Whore]

Lacking of tact is
Revolver John, though avi
sharply selected.

(edit: frick I can't count, time for bed)

[Revolver]

disco whore so nice
how pretty i think you are
haiku restrictive...

*blah to rubbish haiku mind boxes lol*

[wishbone]

business 346 (three four six)
such fascinating content
but your book bores me

[Disco_Whore]

^
Try media ed
For the secondary type
teaching will kill me

[tiedye]

Couldn't sleep a wink.
Twenty-four hours have gone by.
Time seems to wobble.

[tiedye]

One hundred fifty.
Your sesquicentennial.
Happy Birthday, home.

[Grapes]

Originally Posted by Revolver

*blah to rubbish haiku mind boxes lol*

WORK WITHIN THE MEDIUM MOTHERFUCKER!

(Haiku exemption because it's before 6am)

[dabbler]

(My Fav)

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

[tiedye]

Exemption denied.
Should have waited for later.
JESUS CHRIST DAVE GRAPES!o

[tiedye]

I agree, dabbler.
These, I find to be a breeze.
And I just woke up.

[pstylez]

Originally Posted by tiedye

Off to rest my head.
Never wake a man when he's
trying to be dead.

On death's bed he woke
Sat up and he told a joke
Awoke life anew

[tiedye]

riding swiftly on
the chariot of all time
to the finish line

[pstylez]

Originally Posted by tiedye

riding swiftly on
the chariot of all time
to the finish line

Wait! although finished
The ride of eternity
The beginning nears

[tiedye]

That's because, my friend,
the universe is of a
cyclical nature.

[pstylez]

Nature continues
Technology decieves all
Stand clear of "the man"

[tiedye]

I just realized
the opening sentence of
The Gunslinger fits.

"The man in black fled
across the desert and the
gunslinger followed."

[tiedye]

Stream of consciousness
in my mind, exits stage left.
Confusion ensues.

[pstylez]

discombobulate
the mind is ever confused
enlightment lost

[tiedye]

My commendations.
Outstanding opening line.
Enlightenment gained.

[ebbomega]

Practice makes perfect
When it comes to the haiku.
......... Insert third line here

[tiedye]

I, in matters of
poetry, often find that
it's never perfect.

[tiedye]

Night recidivates.
Time becomes incoherent.
My insomnia.

[prozac]

Four-thirty a.m.
Dark, listening to traffic
Thinking about sleep.

[Grapes]

ten forty AM
playing poker on facebook
I want cards dammit

:(

[ebbomega]

twelve oh one pee em
still can't think of anything
witty to haiku