Authors, let's play!

[voluptuary_manque]

Haiku. Poetry
So refined, could only come
From starving people.

 

[DeeZire]

Count five, then seven,
then a five again, though fine,
does no haiku make.

Count clouds in heaven,
boulders, leaves on a vine,
to cure that mistake.

My bastard haikus
Like stray dogs roaming the streets
Pissing where we walk

To redeem I must
Add leaves of yellow and rust
Surrounding brown piles

Ew! Don't step in that
She said, her face pinched like prunes
Leaves laughed. So did I

 

[NoJo]

self-referencing,
I tally my syllables,
and finish with L

 

[cloudy]

he plays with numbers
wish he would play me instead
I love Sub Joe

 

[jomar]

bleak, dark thunderclouds
the sky shatters with white heat
a bad day at work

 

[shereads]

bump.

 

[jomar]

man like bar-b-que
hot wings, hot sauce, wait for it...
stand upwind of fart​

 

[jomar]

I didn't notice
that other haiku thread being
seppuku haiku​

 

[buxxxom]

Crawfish fritters, done.
Gumbo simmering on stove.
Hurricanes need ice.​

 

[jomar]

Rapture, End of Times
the dude was wrong again, Oops
egg on face, but rich​

 

[estragon]

jomar, good shot, man
Camping missed the bus again
Cancel his fare card