Dorian Gray stole my girlfriend

[Ronin]

I don't understand!
It just shouldn't be this hard
to write a haiku!

[livius drusus]

Oh no, not again...
Doesn't anybody care
for the crap poets?

[Ronin]

That's what I'm saying
You try, try and try again
it just doesn't work

[freemonkey]

You expect too much.
You already know Haiku
is about essence.

[livius drusus]

Damn you, freemonkey,
always finding le mot juste.
I look even worse.

[Ronin]

I know how it is
Oh, how we all truly know
but essence is what?

[freemonkey]

A whisper, a touch
A way to know what can be
known no other way

[Ronin]

I have closed my eyes
and dreamed of things unspoken
where is the haiku?

[freemonkey]

Ah.... real life is more
complicated than three lines
can possibly be

[Ronin]

Please don't tell me that!
I'm seeking a fine release
Five, seven and five!

[Farren]

Haiku cake's simple
Ten eggs and seven cups flour
Add essence and bake

[freemonkey]

lives limited to
just seventeen syllables:
peaceful or boring?

[livius drusus]

Extra! Caught At Work:
Sous-chef gives new meaning to
Add essence and bake.

[Ronin]

When lives are so lost
in the haze of blood anger
haiku is my peace

[Farren]

In light of the war
Its good there are travellers
Packing a small peace

[Ronin]

But I inhale breath
just as the dead exhale it
my peace is selfish

[freemonkey]

All things have essence,
even pain and suffering.
Oooh! Time for dinner!

[Farren]

Who has not passed on
For your inner peace and quiet
They do not stain it

[Ronin]

I think far too much
for them and their last moment
my eyes, their last sight.

[Petra]

I'm sure your girlfriend
loves you more than DoR
Ian Grey. Much more.

Peace is overrated
even in Haiku
with no end.

I fuck up syllables of-
ten.

[freemonkey]

On days like this, its
not word haiku you need, but
arm haiku ~ embrace

[viscousmemories]

Stop the endless run
Find the road out of your head
Play an arcade game

[Ronin]

Torn, slipping between
a mindless oblivion
and paralysis.

I will take the arms
that I know provide solace
as I remember.

The dead that I see
are now but a memory
...until my next shift.

[dave_a]

Each Haiku must contain a kigo, a season word, which indicates in which season the Haiku is set. For example, cherry blossoms indicate spring, snow indicates winter, and mosquitoes indicate summer, but the season word isn't always that obvious.

Posers. :P


http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/

[Ronin]

kono dote-ni
noboru-bekarazu
keishichou

[Petra]

kono dote-ni
noboru-bekarazu
keishichou

Laughing out loud,
I googled that.

Laughing out loud,
it is spring in NZ.

Laughing out loud,
I climbed the levee.

Still laughing, I am no
haiku master. But I
laugh in spring, anyway.



:bow:

[Farren]

I only found out
what a haiku is today
and... uhh... it's spring here

[Petra]

Do not climb this levee.

:wink: :cool:

[Scotty]

Love anew begins
The pain of loneliness gone;
Eyes bloom twilight ends

[dave_a]

As autumn neareth
I do contemplate you folks-
you are all nut jobs.

You folks write haiku,
without any understanding, geez...
why do crickets chirp?

Is there any understanding
for the cricket who does chirp?
or is he mindless?

Is he without thought
or does he know something real?
does the cricket know?

Go forth ye people,
understand the cricket's ways...
Yes, be the cricket.

[Petra]

Sometimes, all that is
needed is good humour to
wash away winter.

Sometimes, it is spring
and the haiku abusers
come to dance and play.

Irreverence can
be a creative virtue.
Break the rules; laugh loud.

Push the envelope.
Art is not static. We cree
ate a new spring Hai

[Petra]

Oh, and fuck the crick
ets. I love my friend; he comes
out to play. Yay!

[dave_a]

Oh, and fuck the crick
ets. I love my friend; he comes
out to play. Yay!

Ugh, fucking crickets...
Why would you say such foul things?
It's gross in any season.

You have spurned wisdom
And turned summer to winter...
Do not fuck crickets.

Be the cricket, yes.
Fuck the cricket no, sicko.
Haiku is beautiful, no?

Forced to obey rules
in order to convey thoughts
and you can still rhyme.

Has ever there been
a more beautiful art form?
The cricket says no.

[livius drusus]

So...Um... Anyway,
Where did Calliope go?
She was pretty cool.

[freemonkey]

With Persephone,
away to a deep, dark place
to discuss the rules

[Petra]

Whoa, freemonkey
now you're freakin' me out
it's just a rumour

[viscousmemories]

Pounce, Calliope
Muse of epic poetry
Find a way back in

[Petra]

She is with crickets
chirping, chirping, chirping. Ing.
I'm so crap at syl...


bugga! I keep running out of beats. :doh:

[freemonkey]

She's just visiting
underground; vacationing.
She always returns.

[Ymir's blood]

Sea of white giants
frozen blood of Ymir stirs
ice cracks and breaks away

[freemonkey]

Kitten on my lap-
all morning she ricochetted
off walls. Sleeping now.

[freemonkey]

Why won't my shoe fit?
Have my feet grown overnight?
What's that in the toe?!

Phew..... a wee toy mouse,
just a gift from me to her.
She shares it with me.

[livius drusus]

Rufus bites fingers
each morning, come rain or shine.
Ornery cuteness.