Pressure-Filled Pressuring: Romantic IMprov Rhymning Haiku

I’m not going to/
put pressure on you about/
not feeling pressure.

What I Had For Lunch: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Because I forgot/
lunch, I shall feast only on/
your words and be filled.

Is it okay
in the middle of the day
to say
my thirst for you is not abated:
I remain,
by you,
twitterpated?

Touch me on my green/
IM spot and I shall be /
happy all day long.

During harvest time/
he wondered how his cheese would/
taste with her peaches.

There was a moment/
when I was supposed to wait./
I didn’t, okay?

As I gazed at her/
new hairstyle, tan, smile, style, look, /
my heart lept with joy!

It’s sad when you know/
this is finito and she/
talks with some new guy.

I miss you. A lot./
How or why i do doesn’t/
matter much, does it?

I miss you. I miss/
your voice. How or why doesn’t/
matter much, does it?

It’s not seizing the /
day that gets me through it, but/
avoiding the pain.

OR
I avoid the pain.