Best Gibberish Poems

I eavesdrop on chatty breezes
whispering words of gibberish;
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.

For setting the leaves aflutter,
they garner secrets from the trees,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.

Autumn creates a fairyland,
with the assistance of Jack Frost;
inking changing leaves in the park.

Rays of sunlight freckle the ground;
playing tag...

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Here I go again, laying my head, on the line, how droll
As I rummage around for any last bits of my sorry soul

With the now vacant space my thoughts can roam free
But, no one is listening, so with silence, I cannot agree

Are not my thoughts...

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I'm on a roll, not a toilet paper roll
Methinks most would agree, if you took a poll
Mostly good limericks
At times just gibberish
Over the top silly, certainly not droll...

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If a fish
Could make a wish
for what would
this fish wish ?
a wishing fish
you say, tosh tish
but if you were
a wishing fish
would you wish for
a new dish ?
or a knish ?
what would a fish
do with a dish ?
and how would he
eat a knish ?
but if you...

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Not to be confused with Double Dutch which is no longer deemed
  Politically Correct,
Or gobbledegoop which could be associated with goblins and witchcraft which 
  would make it unsuitable for religious folk,
Gibberish is now being learned by every nation on earth.

The cheif advantage...

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This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick...

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I love to confuse people
Only I understand 
Through random letters
Confusion at its finest....

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Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust, 
on the killing line, tools rust, 
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather is fine , 
a constant sublime, 
an unfurlment of the...

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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)

furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to crib
if need be to dig an underwater channel
painstakingly slow drabs...

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Reduced to nonsense and gibberish
Unable to think; the brain’s gone squish
Dissolved into a puddle of drool
A muttering, stuttering dazed old fool.
Diminished capacity all can see
Sadly, not Biden, I’m talking ‘bout me....

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that there is a personal something out there
something greater than what you can see, hear, touch, smell, taste,
study, test & validate through rigorously systematic rational
inquiry---
that this personal something cares about what your life specifically entails
on a daily basis
wherein what you as a little pubic hair...

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"SPIRITED GIBBERISH"

Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they? They are all, that is, this day,...

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Gibberish
Gibberish
Gibberish
My head is filled with gibberish
Habbulu
Babbulu
Shabbulu
Can’t someone stop me from babbling?
Hippity
Giffity
Biggity
My head is spinning three sixty
Hottolly
Pottolly
Nottolly
I’m losing my mind totally


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I went fishing with two witches
Out in my new boat
There was me, the witches
Two black cats, and a little pygmy goat

We sat out on the water
The small odd group and me
And in the first few hours
Not one fish did we see

The witches looked on skyward
Grabbed...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.

Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe...

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