Best Jibes Poems
If an apple a day
Keeps the doctor away,
Just think what a poem can do!
If can open your eyes
To a hidden surprise
Or remind you of something you knew.
Why, a poem can delight
Or assure you you’re right
When it jibes with what you might believe
Or tap into your youth
With a long-forgot truth
That you never thought you could retrieve.
Though it may lack the crunch
Of an apple you munch
Still, a poem may be good for your head
‘Cause I really do think
If that doctor’s a shrink,
He’d advise poems (not apples) instead!
(July 8, 2019)
Categories:
jibes, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew in and continued your scathing attack
It all came so easily to you
Viscous vitriol freely flows from your foul mouth
Deeper and deeper the venom seeps
You just stood there laughing at me
Continuing the little jibes and digs
Constantly belittling me
Criticising the way I look.
Mocking everything I say and do
Telling me I’m useless
The only thing you could never find fault with was my cooking -
I trained as a cordon bleu chef
My tears no longer flow
They have dried up like my self-confidence
Finally I can take no more
So I’ve cooked up a tasty little treat for you
Added my own special spice to your curry
I sprinkled flaked almonds on the top
They should mask the taste of the cyanide
Bon Appetite!
Dark and Twisted Contest Sponsored by Nathan D
09~21~15
Categories:
jibes, abuse, bullying, dark,
Form:
Free verse
You hound me for no reason
With much envy you’re consumed
You see my disappointment
Yet rub salt into my wound.
You pick on my emotions
Make me out to be a jerk,
You hover with a swagger
Comments passing with a smirk.
I hold to my composure
For I know I’m not at fault
Your jibes I will now take them
With a little pinch of salt.
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Salt Poetry Contest
Hosted by Anthony Biaanco
Awarded an HM
9th March 2021
Categories:
jibes, bullying,
Form:
Quatrain
It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when they take their afternoon tea together!
The long-suffering kitty must find it hard to understand,
Why it must submit to her every mortifying demand,
'Specially when she places a silly bonnet upon its head!
(It would much prefer that she'd scratch its ears instead!)
She dresses it in a frilly frock and parades it in her pram,
Swaddled in fancy blankets. Oh, what a ridiculous sham!
Most humiliating of all is seeing the inscrutable smirks,
And hearing the catty jibes of alley cats - those ordinary jerks!
She insists that it take tea with a bib tucked 'neath its chin.
For table-mates a chatty doll and scowling bear to its chagrin!
It patiently waits for its bowl of milk to be properly served.
It abhors the many social graces that must be observed!
Though it suffers through the little girl's many dreadful schemes,
It loves to snuggle among her golden curls as she dreams.
It softly purrs in her ear as its little friend goes to sleep,
Making sure that she is safe - only then does it fall asleep!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
jibes, animals, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost your tongue,
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there were no words to fit,
you simply made them up. Daft, silly, and fun.
Vast vocabulary resonating at every opportunity.
The scrabble board could even learn from you!
At times jibes rasped from your tongue
as sharp as a razor
On the flip side and more reflective of you,
Jolliness.
Words danced from your mouth
like Ginger Rogers or Rita Hayworth, swift and effortless.
Your songbird melody
as you sang songs of old
or chimed sweet childhood rhymes.
Now,
a blank page staring back awaiting its full stop.
Categories:
jibes, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Giggling sitting behind her dad ,holding balloons to the
sky through the window and sharing the laughter with mom,
friends singing loudly with crackling voices ,throwing jibes at
each other for being sometimes stupid and crackhead,
enjoying the drive with best fluffy buddy
man has always known and loved as its own,
sitting beautifully in white looking outside the limo
wiping the tears of joy ,sad and little fear
with anticiaption of bright future ahead with her man,
reminiscing the lovely moments with her beloved family
whom she is going to miss immensely with a promise
made in her heart that she will be always there for them,
leaning on the shoulder with wounded heart in pieces,
holding on to the hope,which is all that is left,
that everything will be fine and your are let free,
but will it be ?,when my feelings have taken a backseat?
PS:written on 10/9/23 and finished on 12/9/23
Kindly share your views and opinions.i would love to know your thoughts,
Not entirely but some portion got inspired from a character in a series,though i couldnt finish it.
Categories:
jibes, desire, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail,
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail;
Freedom rings with resonance resounding and pervasive,
No need for more traditional others to be abrasive,
No bears or wolves, no chides, jibes, and no probes obtrusive,
Your identity is your construct, your speech is conclusive.
And my books! Alas my books. They proffer so such contentment,
A breadth of knowledge with no suggestions delinquent,
Nor are there any accusers to accost,
My mind and spirit which upon some can be lost,
Possibilities endless, bringing depth of character,
They glint and glide, swimming in grammar;
Multiple amounts of information councel my hesitation,
Brimming particulars restrain inhibition.
But oh my computer: How elegant is she!
Believing in my easy registrations as well as my errors to be;
Such possibilities, moulded so neatly into my space,
Without the communal glare of uniformity’s trace;
Personalised desktop, memory and input method,
It accepts me unquestioned with no staff or flogging rod;
I program to set the user interface alight,
With the functionality and procedures of the user’s plight.
However, I can also give myself my own system,
Personal software from my own inclination;
Knowing some designers do not have in hand,
The shortcuts that only I seem to understand;
A software engineer’s god complex should not surface,
The digital space is a privilege to influence, place;
I love determining the screen and its sounds,
Where freedom of knowledge and data abound.
But the gift of poetry delights and ignites,
Hurtful regressions lull in its sight;
Its credibility only ever stoops to concede,
That only your introversion may expression impede;
Language caressed, dignity nursed,
You never need to be at all reimbursed;
Its haters are silent for fear of rebuke,
As truth, imagination and love are its hook.
Categories:
jibes, books, computer, friendship, people,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Seal pup eyed,
forgiveness she cried.
Mistakes were made
but deceit and lies
remain to blame
for where she now lays.
Bludgeoned to death
by a word made club.
Born of revenge
for sins to my heart,
punishment fits
her backstabbing ways.
She took the kicks
but wasn't aware
the blows came from me.
Slanderous jibes
to colleagues and friends
tore down her life.
The breakdown befits
her crime to mock.
She sought my shoulder.
Comfort I gave;
"Pills are the answer,
they numb the pain.
Swallow the bottle,
vodka will help"
Following my call
tragic news came.
Oh no what a shame,
I won that game.
Categories:
jibes, betrayal,
Form:
Narrative
For eighteen months Clyde had been overseas
Spouse wrote she was having twins, if you please
Nine months for each, he counted
Jibes by pals he discounted
With the gestation time he was at ease
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
jibes, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Fee-On-Her Joy
The peril of the real epitome of African goddess,
Her gift packed neatness pouted love in her,
That has been brewed from Luo love pot,
Her lips lithe in the coat of spicy charm,
As she slough, the hot, sharp, and pleasant heart beating echoed voice,
In a mouth full of jibes from the blessed blossom balmed lips,
Arousing their loins at the joint of thigh,
As if it was fee-on-her, that gives birth to their joy,
She is real artistry of long lost African goddess,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.
A beau clamoured with joy to charm-hypnotized eyes,
Your enchantment leaves,
The mind free to ride,
An up and down undulating waves of dreams,
As a thin sleekly silver, chain adorns your tender neck,
And disappears into the deep ‘V’ cut,
Between, the budding bust thrust of your breast,
For those who do not know you,
Awes the bog of jealousy to your African knotted body,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.
Categories:
jibes, appreciation, beautiful, bereavement, nature,
Form:
Ode
Their fare in life wasn't fair
poor children play and sing
on pocket bread
they take to swings
others decry with dread
sniffling at their looks
in playground scene
poor children mistook
in being good human beings
still they feel the vibes
the stares of their eyes
they hear of "go away"- the jibes
the status quo sighs
on playground swings
poor children eat their crust
as jays in their heart sing
while looking around life unjust
at night they sleep in slums
scrape garbage for crumbs
move to and fro like bums
and hear sad fate's beat drums
still they wake up at dawn
pause, look at her peeking face
and cry at life withdrawn
the first break of light an euphemism
connie pachecho
3/12/17
Categories:
jibes, absence, destiny, fate, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The tall man speaks jibes
a witty retelling of
others misfortunes
Categories:
jibes, for him,
Form:
Haiku
I woke up angry
I let the nightstand feel the wrath of my fist
My tear well had long dried
I could no longer cry
Instead I felt a strange dry
I was at a fiery place
My head was heavy and my thoughts were not straight
Things were blurry in there
Yet sharply piercing
My heart burned an eternity
A furtive glance at the old photo on the nightstand
Crumpled but the image was clearer to me than before
I felt it more
So I took the photo and shredded it into pieces
The fragments of my life lay in front of me
The life I had believed in so much
The lies I had feasted on so much
I was no longer that naiveté
No longer that foolishness
The taunts, the jibes, the cruel jokes
The let me down easy,
The you could be better if this and that
The...BAH! I didn't care anymore
Instead I blazed incessant
This day, oh this day
Would be the day
Of reckoning
This day would blaze
Everything in its wake
This day I would bury my past
The only life that knew me
The one life that destroyed me
And this day as I step out of my house
A new book of me begins...
Categories:
jibes, anger, hurt, introspection, pain,
Form:
Free verse
As war ends,
Another begins,
As peace is forced to stand,
So is fight empowered to stand.
Where blood strive against blood,
Where is the love in the blood?
''Blood never lies'' is not in this,
Cause hatred flows in the mind,
Evil unfold in the heart,
Strength for strength,
Bloods in the veins will be
Let loose to taste the mother earth,
The temper increases,
So as the andrallin drops faster,
Heart beat on the pace,
To meet the race,
Fist to face,
Ideology. Of peace escapes
The memory,
As fast as a cheater,
Feelings expression is on the high concentration,
Voices roars in the air,
The tongue at work,
Respect lacks it value, dignity on the brick,
Honesty pricks,
What are meant not to be
Heard is throw openly,
Even encouragement to do more
Is applaud,
Who will settle this dispute?
It seems a funny place,
To hold a war is the house,
Called silence.
Elders words are not regarded,
Appetite is lose,
Appeasement is wrong in their sight,
Affirmative action is in place,
Where are we heading to?
I drop this pen by being
Non-committal,
"Let peace reign".
Endless strive for will,
Will powder is necessary,
Right for right,
Always a weak approach,
Intelligence test is in wrong order,
Elder brothe no-blesse oblige is lacking,
Who is the nit wit in this scene?
Respect for the dead disappears,
Revenge is not an option in this scene,
Need to revival love,
Should be put in place,
When will this fist end?
Lateral thinking should be welcome,
Je ne sais quoi of the elder brother
Is missing,
Jeez,
Jealousy on the tract,
The young jeering,
Several cheap jibes at the elderest,
The liquidator behind and energizing the war,
Understanding is a privilege.
The mother in charge of per diem,
So the house should be her prerogative
Right according to the will,
Can there be last ditch?
I wish is an utopia
Or what shall be the protend,
The event proved to be a protent
That was to come.
Categories:
jibes, absence, anger, bereavement,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Where do I turn for comfort?
Tell me, where can I go?
Shame is all I find
Whispers behind wisteria
scowls masked in smiles
sneak attack
Caught unawares
the "stares"
Where do I turn for comfort?
gossip on the grapevine
souls dine
on troubled mind
everyone blind...
too blind to be kind
Where do I turn for comfort?
No friend in the end
None to defend
No one hears the cries
they have their "somewhere else" alibis
.......
they smile
and converse
exchange pleasantries
unaware of the pain
synonymous of insane
normalcy's delusion
they play "Illusion"
not knowing
the state of their hearts
how it smarts!
they smile
and belie
their own little jibes
More civilized
less "in your face"
They don't leave a trace
Nothing to DISGRACE!
they smile....
halo slipping
wings charred
heart seared
I reel
they don't feel
the pain
It's REAL...
Where do I turn for comfort?
When the comforter is gone...
Where do I go?
Surely, you know
YOU…
K N O W
Eileen Manassian
Disclaimer: This poem was written a FEW MONTHS BACK, when there was a painful episode here on the soup. I deleted it, but I find that these same situations come back again. Perhaps from now on every poem needs a disclaimer.....or is that only MY poems?
Categories:
jibes, hate, pain,
Form:
Free verse