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haiku... Bent but Not Broken

missmanners

grrrrrrrr...
sitting in darkness
sharp cold revenge in my hand
do not turn your back


;)
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Oh I like that! :)
 
Patient, unceasing
Always onward, always still
Undeniable
 
Anger, frustration
beating fists, gnashing teeth
ALIVE
 
should we break out the berets and bogo drums?
 
Bladev1 said:
Anger, frustration
beating fists, gnashing teeth
ALIVE

You had it on the first line, it started slipping in the second, but it fell off and landed in a puddle on the third.

Here is how it goes
Five syllables, seven, five
That's how haiku works.
 
5-7-5 OK

TWINKIES BOILING IN
MANCHESTER IN SUMMER YES
SADNESS AND NO FRIENDS
 
Skan, you piece of shit
Go back to DayCare, you twat
You suck like a whore
 
The Question said:
You had it on the first line, it started slipping in the second, but it fell off and landed in a puddle on the third.

Here is how it goes
Five syllables, seven, five
That's how haiku works.
Gitcha...Haiku always intrigued me but I never quite got it.
 
Green warmth underfoot
Diamond-dotted blackness above
Love draws its first breath
 
Come hither you bitch
Make me a ham sandwich now
Then lie down a while
 
Flows through the path for
naught pours before the sunrise
water falls deep within
 
Here We Go Again
Poetry for a dumb-ass
Can I have my Tea?
 
Flows through the path for
naught pours before the sunrise
water falls deep now
 
Crumpets that I made,
with peanut butter and jam,
Were quite good, thank you.
 
Cleopatra dear
Why have you not come to me
for some good loving
 
Cleopatra's gone.
Mark Anthony awaits her
Underneath palm leaves.
 
Not Marc Anthony
I'm the one who did the girl
Once I buried Marc.
 
Cleo's a greedy
whore. She walks the burgs looking
for a trick or two.
 
Rose petals plucked bare
devoid of displeasure so
rare my river flows.
 
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