Let's get a Haiku thread on a roll. Been a while Veeky Forums...

Let's get a Haiku thread on a roll. Been a while Veeky Forums, give me your best poetic encounters of this dull and drudging life.

Visions I seek
Of a phantasmagoria
Wish upon a star

Eagle flies
Dragon cries
Muhammad Rises

This form sings beauty,
But it is meant for Nature;
Your haiku does not.

What excuse for post,
When the meter conforms not.
You have not a clue.

Flowerless your post,
Though true it may seem to be.
Wither away now.

庭前

鷄頭の十四五本もありぬべし

just ate polenta
with sausage and mushroom stew
boring contentment

Flicker of wind
Provided we have shelter
Die out foul gust

Haiku poems should
Mention nature and include
Juxtaposition

eleven I gave
for the things i do not want
now fried chicken nao

Cold and distant night
boredom and hunger come
time for some nachos

This faggot
Stepped to me
Thinking Haiku
Is only 5/3/5

A starving world
Bountiful pantry
I eat comfortably

refrigerator
i like refrigerator
refrigerator

WTF you smoke
I'd like me some of that shit
Cancer begets cancer

HAIKUS DON'T FUCKING
WORK WITHOUT KANJI MEANINGS
YOU FUCKING RETARD

sage

Here's an excerpt from a silly little story I wrote a couple years back concerning a character named Junior who had a crush on a grill in his school, slipped this haiku into her locker:

"Friends call me junior
But you can call me jew, cuz
I'm burnin for you

He was expelled for hate-speech two days later."

haiku posters have
too short an attention span
unread catalogs

Stupid weeaboo
We don't even care about
Your dumb Japanese

rhyming wapanese
with Japanese is bad form
sipping filtered post

Sassafras sways proud
As wind tosses seeds astray
Feud ensues

>likes damascus steel
>doesn't know haiku is trash
wow, what a sperg lord

It's actually a meteorite knife. Read the file name splodge duke. 'murican haiku's are 5/7/5 and don't have to follow ALL the rules. Stop being a stick in the mud rules fag.

Stark muon tempest
tears at reality's fabric
time is now gone, dead

I stone my neighbour
in the balmy mourning shade
of my eye's fell beam