Express your font love in haiku to win a prize pack, including $50 iTunes
February 9th, 2009 by Jim Kidwell

UPDATE: The contest is now closed to entries, and the winners have been chosen. See this list of our Font Haiku winners, as well as those who received honorable mentions.
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You know that you’ve got a favorite, we all do. That dirty little secret that makes your document “pop” or your new design scream “Look at me!” Yup, we’ve all got a favorite font that we use.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, it’s time to express your feelings publicly for your beloved. And what better way to express one’s love, but in poetry!
Bring us your proud bold words (in 5-7-5 format) that describe your feelings and admiration for that which we all love, fonts.
To make this little public expression of your infatuation more interesting, we thought that we’d offer some nifty prizes for the best of the bunch.
First place will garner:
- $50 iTunes gift certificate
- $25 Starbucks gift certificate
- Custom Extensis laptop skin (removable sticker)
- Extensis “We Serve All Types” t-shirt
- The undying admiration of web surfers far and wide.
Second place will be honored with:
- $20 Starbucks gift certificate
- Custom Extensis laptop skin
- Extensis “We Serve All Types” t-shirt
- The knowledge that you beat all of the other hack poets, except for that one guy, darn him.
Third place wins:
- $10 Starbucks gift certificate
- Custom Extensis laptop skin
- Meh, third best is still OK, right?
Here’s a little inspiration from our previous Helvetica Movie Haiku contest:
Helvetica sits,
watching you try the new fonts.
It knows you’ll be back.
wedding invite came
they chose brush script mt bold
i give it six months
Strong, bold, smooth, clean lines.
Like all the men in my life,
You are just my “type”.
The contest closes at 12:00 midnight, Pacific Standard Time, on 2.14.2009. So, get your entries into the hopper today!
Be sure to use your correct email address in your comment entry so that we can contact you if you win. We won’t use your email address for any other purpose.


Lovely Bickham Script
your sexy ascenders
fill mine eyes with tears
How’s that for a start?
Oh you broke my heart
Comic Sans the thrill is gone
Was it ever there?
Fun! I love haiku contests.
Nun-chuks and katana
I’ll use all my ninja skills
To find you Mincho
You, the solid base
My design won’t falter with
Helvetica Bold
When spacing gets blurged
And for help you are yearning
Two words: Max Kerning
Catch me, Calibri
Your grace and simplicity
Cast my thoughts so well
Gotham is inner-
city practicality…
industrial strength
oh myriad pro
the rest drunk with self-regard
you stand tall with class
still in my pocket
color the backdrop of life
covet my Lipstick
The Devil went to
Georgia, but all he found was
A marvelous font!
hell, Helvetica
we’ve been together awhile
but I’m leaving you
Anti-aliased
That is how I set it down
Smooth. Crisp. Legible.
Helvetica rules
The king of all typefaces
I am your subject
Wingdings what are you?
I have tried utilizing
but purpose you lack
the font curls and flows
moves like a hot summer night
Harrington is here
My dear Verdana
one look at you and the web
needs only one face
hail, Garamond Pro
thine serif letters thrill me
kerning is sheer perfection
Oops – here’s a revised version:
hail, Garamond Pro
thine serif letters thrill me
kerning makes perfect
Centaur, Arrighi –
What can we find to set in
such beautiful type?
Papyrus I see
Christians and alike use thee
Thou tortures my sight
down arrow down arrow down
through the list none satisfy my dream
need to find typographic beauty
Gotham in ALL CAPS
Not the city Batman lives,
my go-to typeface.
Emperor Trajan
You make everyone a pro
Or just not Roman.
the sixes and nines,
Georgia, the way the hooks dip:
alien heads on line
Hi, my name is Bill
Guess my favorite typeface
Hint: it might be Baskerville.
Arial, my love
Do not go to the surface
King Triton awaits
A rise of hot blush
belies her most proper face.
Mister Eaves deceived.
Calibri you sing
To my heart, soul and psyche
You are beautiful
ignore the positive,
my eyes only long to be
in-between your strokes
Ironic t-shirts
Would have diminished impact
Without Cooper Black.
Worlds in alignment
sound of horns in unison,
and feel like Gill Sans.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWnmCu3U09w&feature=related
Requiem, again.
A true renaissance letter.
Damn, I love this face.
Poor Times New Roman
It once could be nicely used
Then came MS Word.
Georgia, your elegance is only
matched by the x-height of my heart.
Now I can love no other.
Stealthy, he walks in
All eyes trace his descenders
Franklin turned Gothic
Your strokes x-height me,
Zapfino, my one True Type.
Next wedding, I wait.
Hidden from us all
Specimen snow covered
Pistilli Roman
drawn on two bank notes
Optima born in Florence
golden ratio
fall tower gate crash
hope unshatter. run seriph
dream free! futura.
Oh Zuzana. Love!
Mrs Eaves your ligatures.
Widowed Baskerville.
Goudy Old Style Bold
My heart sings out for you when
You write “Nexus 6″.
I love your roundness
not faked, like futura but
truly Avant Garde
I have a second one.
Oh sweet Futura
Relic of a golden past
You will never fade.
When the kitties talk
IMPACT makes me LOL.
Oh those silly cats!
Hobo’s Art Deco.
Why do hacks always use it
for weak hippie stuff?
Akzidenz Grotesk
Akzidenz F**king Grotesk
Akzidenz Grotesk
Fonts incite feeling.
Georgia, my heart soars for thee.
Arial, I *gag*.
Oh Claude Garamond
Your venerable typeface
Remains fresh for me
When I square off with
‘nother, Soho has my back
through the thick and thin.
Bold Arial Black
Striking and pure in text and
a rebel to all
I know that it’s wrong
They say that you’re not my type
Logger, I don’t care!
in alpha order:
oh Algerian:
named for a country are you?
too fancy to use
Ariel: just plain
you are my favorite font
so easy to read
Baskerville old face
are you named for sherlock holmes?
why is your face old?
Bauhaus: i love you!
you are a swanky devil
looks like art deco
Blackadder: pretty!
to use for an occasion
like a nice wedding
Courier New is
Clearly false advertising.
Let’s sue the bastard.
I spit bile and piss
In Capitals with many
Exclamation points.
When I feel naughty
I use Dakota Fanning
Handwriting. So young!
How do I love the
Binary? Let me count the
ways. One, two. Two ways.
You have stayed with me
Good times, bad times, always there
Helvetica Light
bell centennial
you make my phone book inky
swelling at the joints
book antiqua is
a font that i’ve never used
looks like new roman
bookman old style
makes me think of some cold beer
stout is old style?
Bradley hand: oh dear.
those junk mail people like you
since you look for real
Hail Britannic bold
you are a saucy fun font
lets make some signage
regards to Broadway
the font used for most playbills
makes me miss new york
more to come…
grotesk collisions!
won’t stand for your bad leading.
akzidenz or not.
Whoa. Sandra, Mike D and Enrico are really bringing it on. Keep it up!
)
Faithful Arial
Helvetica stole my man
You’re my runner up
The big idea
The concept is papyrus
The client approves
my mom loves no one
the way she loves papyrus
i don’t feel the same
lead, ascend, resign
thy roman tribe-sans suspense
type on, Minion Pro
reading her letters
serifa consumes my nights
dreams of little feet
Neutraface my friend
How clean and stylish you are
So lost without you
Name: Rage Italic
How the name does not suite you
You’re written in blue
You are so clueless
What you are capable of
You diminish stress
You seem not to fight
Of becoming prevalence
Your name is not right
You send a message
Showing people shall not judge
A book by its cover
Startled by my shove?
You shall not be frightened of
My eternal love
i, palatino.
i am the one they run to
during desperate “times”
Everson Mono
Clear forms and subtlety rule
Why use Arial?
From the Underground
By way of a Catholic
Stonemason; Gill Sans
A Valentine:
To my Clarendon
Your serifs make me hot
Your curves, so sexy
Franklin Gothic comes
Bold heavy and insistent
The strong silent type
Fun, swirling, curling
Gigi–a girl in pigtails
Playing on the swings
found her at Staples
ten-thousand font explosion?
too good to be true
DejaVu Sans Light
Those smooth curves seem familiar
Have we met before?
You are much nicer
than your surname would suggest
Akzidenz Grotesk
Trebuchet MT
This “fontest” finds you lacking?
Nay, Trebuchet FULL!
To write with Brush Script
See how it looks on paper
Undescribable
Bold and strong
tap tap of each key
form words with Impact.
Dair, McDonald’s fruits
Inspired by his pursuit
Cartier set sail
Adobe Caslon Pro
Such elegance and grace
If only my words were so.
Obama gave you
A nation’s love. But Gotham
You’ll always be mine
A story of Gill:
Joanna donned a dog mask
to catch Eric’s eye.
He: Helvet it can!
Let’s try something Neue
She: Helvet it won’t.
You started a joke
Which stopped the whole world laughing
Comic Sans MS
TrueType dingbat font
For when I don’t have the words
To say how I feel
If my pen and hand
could create magic like you
Spring fresh Memoir
Born from you. The king
Autumn of 57
Neue Haas, rise again
ampersands falling
through the hourglass connect
spaces between grains
Optima, oh my
your naughty curves, I cry!
Serifs? dare you lie!
That feels way too bold,
stupid drunk tattoo artist.
Mom can’t read thin lines.
Swiss, you are yummy
but you are far from cheesy
rounded, with no holes
Serifs, shoulders: bliss
Clarendon’s counters: divine
And easy to love
Ralph brought you to me
Do you rhyme with Venice or
Do you split in three?
Your smooth supple curves
Lucida, you are Grande
Like my iPod, eh?
Your slabs delight me
Quirky and Beautiful
Archer, complete me
Direct Interstate.
I always know where I stand,
when I look at you.
so many choices
packed my fonts in a suitcase
harmony at last
complicated life
too many similar fonts
reduce the chaos
water from the font
pours quietly in a bowl
clear, cool, refreshing
O, Franklin Gothic!
Your double-storey ‘g’ is
just the thing for me.
Caslon climbed the bell
serifed face screaming no more
Copperplate Gothic
Giambattista
saddened as the fashion rags
destroy Bodoni
Baskerville envy
coffee houses spa lotions
stealing Sarah Eaves
pack your suitcase, dear
your bitmaps are corrupted
postscript: I loathe you
Spelled Frederic right?
And pronounced it Oo-ni-vair?
I love you, font nerd!
Fournier tells me lies
but she gives good ligature
and fleurons for days
My dearest Interstate
takes me places with clarity
I love you most, no debate
DejaVu Serif
Have we met, it seems we have?
Of course, it’s you love.
Benjamin in black?
lacking the leather and studs
Frankly pitchfork perfect
Oh Absara my maiden,
so young and yet so distinguished,
your slabs enlighten me.
you said you wanted
an Open relationship
i only want you
once we were thisclose
now Gill Condensed wants spacing
please don’t lead me on
The quick brown fox loves
Jumping onto pages of
ITC Stone Sans
Smart. Strong. Clean. Mostly
I love Helvetica as
my best friend, my cat.
The French Script of love
is raining in words
all around us
Sitting on the clouds
Archer the constellation
You light up my page
you bird silhouettes
are not really a typeface
can the caged font sing
if I were a font
it would not be of wisdom
rather sans serif
With bulbous terminals,
my Georgia, you steal my heart
and x-height my stems.
That night, turning point.
Did I hear you tell me lies?
The truth, kept quiet.
Chose Cholla, not me?
We’ll always have Tarzana.
Brothers ’til the end.
OCR digits—
are to be, angularly
spoken by robots.
At the German Post
I Meta for the first time
over the counters.
Comic Sans, I love you,
though childish and overused,
you lighten my life.
Trajan Pro; Greek God.
Strong, chisled but loveable.
Bring me grapes in bed.
Chiller scary font
Perfect for Halloween
Blood runs cold at sight
I shot the serif
So we got Dead History
says P. Scott Marley
Stone Temple Pilots—
Typographic Balladeers?
“Interstate Love Song!”
Call on DIN Schriften
To do your heavy liftin’
(Sorry, Burma-Shave)
Rosewood; you cowboy
Elaborate pants and all
Tip your hat and wink
Comic Sans, my love,
you are my superhero
even with no cape.
Razor sharp serifs
balanced by those lovely curves,
I love Bodoni.
helvetica neue
i think he’s cheating on me
lipstick on his tie
Rubbed off a column.
Digitized and sanctified.
Trajan wears the crown.
um, Kino MT
You have that look in your eye
Please don’t eat me
gorgeous zapfino
with supermodel legs and
acrobatic thighs
since that one hot night
you’ve ignored me, futura
now it’s just awkward
Slab serif, I love you.
You are a great work of art.
You are just my type.
jaded, you type out
everything in broken face;
cracked, you blame it
on others who know
no better, those who
can’t see beyond Arial.
That’s why I fell for
you. You hold secrets I long
to know and to keep.
jaded, you type out
everything in broken face;
cracked, you blame it
on others who know
no better, those who can’t see
beyond Arial.
That’s why I fell for
you. You hold secrets I long
to know and to keep.
Georgia on my mind.
Where have you gone, Matthew Carter?
Be my valentine.
“Galliard” looks Frenchy
And was a Renaissance dance.
Sharp serifs cut deep.
said i loved bookman
and they quickly tagged me gay
but am just happy
what will gotham say
when it runs for president
keep up with the jones?
the earth is made of
70% water
rest, helvetica
not surprisingly
no courier company
uses courier
my dad once told me
son, god is everywhere
o helvetica!
if there was ever
a movie with name trajan
will they use goudy?
Here’s Palatino,
But look, there’s Book Antiqua:
Like two Captain Kirks
“My essay’s too short.”
(Clicks Control-A; Courier)
“There! Ninety pages.”
For Bob Marley fans,
You want Gothic, not Roman:
“I shot the serif”
You use Lucida,
I will kick your ass so hard.
Please do not test me.
I composed this one
On a Linotype machine
ETAOIN SHRDLU
Legible and clear,
I love the safety found in
you, an Optima.
Rosewood kerned in red
Bete Noir tracks the open space
My Love, can’t be lead…
Impact, my old friend.
Your bold strength stops me in my
tracks every time.
Helvetica Ultra Light
Simple, stylish — surprisingly chic
New and nostalgic
The redline train stops
at Chicago Avenue;
Optima greets me
Made a boo-boo. Now it’s fixed
——————-
Name: Rage Italic
How the name does not suite you
You’re written in blue
You are so clueless
What you are capable of
You diminish stress
You seem not to fight
Of becoming prevalence
Your name is not right
You send a message
Showing people shall not judge
A book by its case
Startled by my shove?
You shall not be frightened of
My eternal love
Slap on a Trajan Pro
Freestyle Script you rock my world
Giddyup and away we go!
;D
Trajan graces screen
before each celluloid hit.
Coming this spring, love.
Graces Hand descends
upon my shoulders smoothly
leading me to X-heights
Do you know where your
serifs are at this hour?
Kissing ligatures.
Archer, I confess
Thin, Bold, Medium Small Caps,
I want all of you!
On the midnight train,
There it sits, italicized:
‘Georgia’ on my mind.
Ancient, gentle, wise
Papyrus tries to defy
Fake as this Haiku
My wood type Cap A
Cherished gift from my soul mate
(and my Valentine)
It stands on my desk
A sign of our common love
for typography
Height of this antique:
four hundred eighty points,
not that size matters
Made last century
before ascii sixty-five,
or Suitcase Fusion
Careful craftsmanship
Serifs like a Clydesdale
Beautiful wood grain
Product of nature
Carved from walnut or madrone
Sanded smooth, shiny
Thick, virile crossbar
centered below its apex
Long, firm downward strokes
Amid my chaos
Beacon of simplicity
on desk and in life
Stoic character
Like our love, a font of one
A unique typeface
A serial haiku, huh? Nice one Andrew H!
O, foul Papyrus!
So loved by crystal wearers,
Massage therapists.
dearest avenir,
i can not resist your sweet
swiss geometry.
Swash me, Zapfino!
You look so refined,
but I’ve seen your dirty side….
Wingdings
Puzzling, exotic
Coquettish and narcotic -
Femme fatale of fonts.
Oh, Helvetica
you triumphantly confess,
“I shot the serif”
My dear Futura,
With your curves perfect and round
Our love is profound
You’re sickening, Curlz
though pre-teen girls adore you,
my stomach “curlz” too
Copperplate…
Faithful Copperplate,
The professionals in need
Like you most, indeed
Your bold, serifed face
Is so legible and clear
Lawyers love you, dear
Business cards, for them,
Must have style, yet be clean
So on you, they’re keen
Wait in my suitcase
Until Adobe calls you,
Sweet font I fall to.
They use ugly fonts,
bad leading, and crap margins.
I teach type . . . and hope.
a ligature forms
Mrs. Eaves locks together
separate us not
Bold serifs, heavy brackets
I stroke my Clarendon’s stem
Kern tight together
you’re nothing fancy
but you’re still precious to me –
my Times New Roman
times stands still, ancient
by our modern day standards
forever classic
we met online once
you have a lovely facade
verdana my pet
your words Impact me
no need for a visual
let’s bask in white space
Though far from perfect,
Whitney, you are loved Black, Light,
and as body text.
secret rendezvous
i’m day roman’s night woman
creeping through windows
when i dream i see
requiems written on walls
passion unspoken
How did you get here?
I was looking for a sans
naughty Baskerville!
Monsieur Garamond,
our distinguished gentleman
your face is timeless.
Verdana my sweet,
so straight, so bold, so- oh..oh..
my heart skips a beat
Baskerville embrace
of silken strokes and figures,
whispers in my ear.
Tale of Two Stories
stars Gill Sans lowercase “g”
as lead character
Respect Zapf Dingbats
for without them no check marks
or little scissors
Less of an Impact,
Haettenschweiler’s narrower
but more fun to say
Conjure ancient spring!
Gentle slope of old French roof.
Manson, now Mason.
dried Ink on the shelf
old type face in the type case
times new roman bold
Bulbous terminals
your voluptuous figure
compliments my bowls
Gentle Calibri,
oh how I love your tittles,
soft and squircular.
When we are together,
I need nothing else,
you are my Univers.
Oh, Officina,
Why are you so expensive?
I can’t afford you. Again.
This isn’t a haiku, per se.
Oh Comic Sans, why can’t you see
The pain on my eyes you’re causing me
You’ve almost made my retinas bleed
Microsoft tortured you indeed.
And Papyrus, what did you do,
To ruin my site and others too
My typography skills – down the loo
Hm… I feel like orange juice
Hey Times New Roman could you say
Why MS word made you seem gay
It’s such a shame, I have to say
You’re not in my brand new font bay.
Happy V-Day peeps
One never looks back
after going Ninety Five
Helvetica Black
Paul’s sexy Affair,
her curvy spine turns me on,
I stoke her serifs
Behold the ego
Set in glowing emptiness
On the edge of time
cap height to baseline,
your anatomy lovely,
Filosophia
My heart palpitates
only for you, Chalet London
Nineteen Seventy.
I voted for you
Gotham Bold. Only you could
have lead our nation.
poems love and hate
i remember copperplate
my tormented mate
times is sufficient
legible for dyslexics
you are all i need
siren serpentine
i long to taste your tragic
pomegranate kiss
your caps, lethal traps
our love is a tomb leaving
widows and orphans
Downward you slope with
Use of small bowels of the vowels
My heart in serif
Twelve-point perfection
Used by Dr. Seuss and Rowling
Garamond is love
Always easy to read
Who needs a man when you have
Adobe Garamond?
It’s all about trust
Kern softly to flat feet
Intelligently
Single’s Awareness Day is
Not “SAD” with you in my life
Mon Dieu! Garamond
When Georgia is used
My typography is sweet
And it is web safe