Write me an anonymous Haiku!
You don't need to register or anything, just click the "comment" link at the end of this post. Silly, cheeky, serious, scary, mean...it can be about the first thing that pops into your mind!
The format is 5 syllables on the first line, 7 syllables on the second line, and 5 on the third line.
No! Ran out of milk
cereal sat sad and dry
I went back to bed.
Your turn!
You don't need to register or anything, just click the "comment" link at the end of this post. Silly, cheeky, serious, scary, mean...it can be about the first thing that pops into your mind!
The format is 5 syllables on the first line, 7 syllables on the second line, and 5 on the third line.
No! Ran out of milk
cereal sat sad and dry
I went back to bed.
Your turn!
posted by katie a. at
11:50 PM
23 Comments:
Doctor Joel Fleischman
Is helping Miss O'Connell
They should just do it
Tabloids on the floor
of my mother's SUV
Britney should be dead.
raining in dc
makes it hard to leave my bed;
read your blog instead.
cold weather kills me
makes me antsy and lonely
hot tea soothes my pain
time is on my hands
not a rehearsal tonight
nap and dream of you!
-emily
i wonder if you
feel mad about what happened
or miss me at all
(this isn't about you!)
listening to pop
lips chafed & dehydrated
should start my school work
too drunk to have sex
too embarrassed about us
to even dream her.
I sit at the light
Dumb ass runs it and hits me
My Jeep is sad, now...
Pops
Oh delicious spite
of my immature choices.
I can't write Haikus.
Who wants a cupcake?
I do. I do. Do you, bun?
I will get you one.
Delightful cold chills
from soft feet on my tummy
and your hand on mine.
I impress myself.
A few short moments of time
and I write haikus.
We say "I love you"
Maybe you love me much more
But now- I'm not sure
Finally I get
To throw away the dishes
Her mother gave me.
haikus can be hard
and don't always make much sense
refrigerator
button on a thread
yike, my pants have fallen down
please button me up
sunny sunny boy
i cut my hair off for you
now why do you frown?
i think you are fantastic,,
I am still awake
The boy in the next room is
watching action films
the sight of yarn balls,
grandma high on entrelac -
not titillating
(a slight amendment)
the sight of yarn bawls,
grandma high on entrelac -
not titillating
if humans find love,
wouldn't dream to stick around,
promise to come with me.
timeless sips of bliss
mmmh! utopia fills my tummy
sunshine loves my face
-shermel
p.s. I MISS YOU!!!
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