In English, Haiku is written in three lines with each line having an exact number of syllables.
The first line contains five syllables, line two contains seven syllables, and line three contains five syllables.
Capitalization as per norms; punctuation and indention is arbitrary - ahem.
Please refrain from any and all topics which are legally as we've all seen posted prohibitively yet lovingly all over our fair website. Also, no texting-type spelling, you must use words found in a Webster's Dictionary. Yep, a dictionary.
Here's a few, to stoke your creativity.
New moderator
He evil censoring fool
Well Made Male, bullshit!
"Need quotation marks,"
Your grammar sucks big green dicks.
No improvement seen...
Thirteen inch penis
Beer can thick stuffed in me
I prefer larger!
See my pretty wife
Hot wet beaver spread eagle
Shy is she I love.
Caring Matriarch
Parent, teacher, goddess, she
Thunder wench can be
Feeding pet is all
Watch, slash, eat, just food provide
Dahmer start this way?
Got the hang of it? Cool...let loose the syllables of art!
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Penis taken in
An unholy communion
Feels good to be bad
While she looks around
Did I get some in her eye
Opens car door, spit
Hah, I have a superb haiku, except the 3rd line has 7 words. As such I shall refrain from posting it.
Insert typical super smart ass comment courtesy of thepainter here.
Wield gavel in chat
Whack, whack, whack, avatar ass
Come my dear sit here
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Painter: Seven words or syllables? Are we even in the same ball park? Not saying mine is the shizzle, but c'mmon, spill!!
Well 7 single syllable words actually haha.
Insert typical super smart ass comment courtesy of thepainter here.
The new Lush Story
left him fulfilled and empty.
Now wipe off the screen.
"I can resist everything except temptation." - Oscar Wilde
Cal-li-for-ni-a
Smoking dope on Venice Beach
Forgot the way home
Flowers in a vase
The tranquility of water
I know you will come
The old in out now?
Sorry, but no way my dear
I just want to sleep!
Give me bread baby
Give me bread and call me fool
But just give me bread
Dont you knock the door
You caused enough pain already
shush on your way out
Sex, mirrors, hell no
Both multiply man on Earth
Please destroy them all!
Whip it out baby
Show me who is boss with it
Break me off right now
Tequila at dawn
Poured over your naked skin
No lemon and salt
Just how many dreams
Will I see breaking apart
Before I can die?
Alabama song
New York through the looking-glass
Los Angeles burns
Boys and girls dancing
Snorting coke, feeling so fancy
So drugged, so happy
I'm horny, she said
So what, answered him surprised
Oh, please, just shut up
Thanks Kyle, I liked yours too.
deeper and deeper
he splits her sex from behind
the breasts rock and swing
A second try; not necessarily connected to the first --
a salty surprise
slides in rivers of pearled heat
towards her muted smile
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Lush Stories is good,
Keeps me busy all the time,
Glad it's not a crime.
I love skin on skin,
I love juices smacking loud.
Ends in one big groan.
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
tongue gently stroking
my hard shaft becomes aroused
ready to explode
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Your roses may die
Search for something else to do
Please give up haiku
Only kidding that was wonderful Rump...remind me not to hire you as a landscaper...
Purveyor of Poetry & Porn
Warm beer, cold women
Grumpy old man tends bar there,
Cheap drinks at Rumples.
I'm sorry, what was that Rump about not encouraging me??? Too late...
Writing a story.
Punctuation sure does count.
Or it shall be bounced!
