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...

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POTD 29 Jan 2020

A balmy fragrance of cedar and lime lingers
A will o wisp floats by gathering dew
A mark on the page of another man’s book
A brightly coloured crayon of an unknown hue

A footprint in golden sands sinking deep
A delicate daisy plucked petal of love
An...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The music more or less acts as a sequel to the poem. 
Please click onto the music when cued in the poem and continue enjoying it. 

The Girl
She looks down at her shoes, they’re nice
An extravagant splurge a bit overpriced
Her dress is demure chosen for...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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

   ...

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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...

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The tall man speaks jibes
a witty retelling of
others misfortunes...

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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...

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