Turn your favorite poem into haiku

Two roads in the woods.
I took the less-travelled one.
That made the difference.

Snow falls in the woods.
I stop a while here and watch.
Still a long way home.

John Donne:

See this little flea?
It just bit both me and you,
So let’s have sex now.

I’m about to die,
And I look like a flat map.
Soon I’ll be in heaven.

Matthew Arnold:

Hey, look at the sea,
It’s really depressing me.
God, the world sucks.

Wilfred Owen:

War is hell, you know.
That “Dulce et decorum
Est” thing is bullshit.

Robert Browning:

That picture up there
Is my late wife. Ain’t she grand?
Too bad I killed her.

The six hundred rode
Into the valley of death
But not out again

Poe…

My true Love has died
But I still lay by her side
My Annabel Lee

All the seas gang dry
And rocks melt in the sun dear
Still I will love you

Pondering Lenore
Interrupted by a strange
raven. “Nevermore!”

Offering from a co-worker reading this thread:

Dark desert highway
Smell of colitas in air
Check-out is useless

Ogden Nash

Even the first man,
our ancestor in Eden,
was a host to fleas.

Peregrine, that must be the only poem in the world that’s longer when you turn it into a haiku. Well done!

More Shakespeare:

If, when you are old,
You still don’t have any kids,
That would really suck.

You are a lot like
A beautiful summer day,
But you’ll last longer.

My friend boffed my girl,
But he and I are the same,
So she still loves me.

I’m getting old now,
And will probably die soon.
You should love me more.

Love is a fever,
And I don’t want to be cured.
It’s driving me nuts.

Venus and Adonis

The protagonists
Almost have sex many times,
Then a boar kills him.

The Rape of Lucrece

Tarquin rapes Lucrece,
And she feels really guilty,
So she stabs herself.

Help me…I’m addicted… :eek: :wink:

A: Alice, who died.
Twenty-five other kids, too.
Alphabet tragique.

Stop all the clocks and
Put out moon and stars and sun.
He’s dead and it sucks.

Some REAL Robert Burns:
Wi’ joctelegs auld
guid-wife’s kiutlin weel-hoordit
staw frae ‘mang them a’
Heh heh heh.

Over lips, past gums
A stomach given notice
Unnamed arriving

archy was a bug
he typed by jumping on keys
very ambitious