Best Gibberish Poems

I overhear feisty breezes
whispering words of gibberish
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.

Setting the treetops aflutter
they garner secrets from the trees,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.

Autumn creates...

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GIBBERISH

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

With the now...

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blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings 
breed gibberish jarring jubilee 

this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking...

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How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving...

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I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point...

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*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and...

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I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.

I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one...

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Unblouse  your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus...

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Roots of memory battered by erosion 
          a tempest that edits thought
Aunt Em fears "stupidity's spread"
...

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A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time' 
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's...

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An ogre is seldom awakened by poetic lines
but he shakes his fists trying to slander others.
I laugh at his desperate attempts at writing.
Delighting in his...

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Bye -Bye Becca good- bye, but why, it’s not clear?
How can we dance if you leave my sweet dear?
You’re a big girl; your life, your...

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Times Are More
By Franklin Price
10/7/2016

We met at a great celebration,
Of a graduation, from a Texas High School.
Although he was dressed as a farmer,
I knew he...

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If I but had the basic raw nerve and wit
I would show a few folks how to do it:
“Write a line or two with good...

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I stopped beneath a big oak tree
and tried to catch my breath
My body it was shaking still,
he scared me half to death

I pulled my notebook...

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