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Glib Poems - Poems about Glib


Premium Member glib gladiator in Gladys Gladiolas
Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas? glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness? glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator? globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas....

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Categories: glib, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Submission
Submission By Beverly Stock I called the editor knowing That my temper would be showing And said the following to him: “I sent a poem here, sir” (I said growing fiercer,) “And the subject which I’d chosen, Sir, was Spring.” “ I just scanned your paper, By sunlight, torch and taper, Of my poem, I do not see a thing” He spoke, I’m sure it was a...

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Categories: glib, anxiety, business, career, conflict,
Form: Free verse



Gibbering Jabbering Gibberish Haint No Recipe To Sound Glib
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 and drib. The English language I simply adore though offtimes methinks waxing...

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Categories: glib, addiction, assonance, blessing, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Glib Tongue
A glib tongue is remembered for the poison it delivers, not the smoothness of its delivery. Tom ...

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Categories: glib, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Mom's Day Sonnet, a Glib Warm-Up
Of three billion contenders God considered to be my mother some thirty-odd years in the rear ago, the one He delivered, all things considered, could’ve been (cue her tears) much worse. My mom [insert a Hallmark cliché] and for that reason alone, when compared to yours, is a far better mother, okay? I mean, look at this sonnet her...

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Categories: glib, mothers day,
Form: Sonnet



Gilt and Glib
Innocent and full of wonder Quick to love Slow to trust Not slow enough Whispered promises and Trepidicious caresses Eyes lulled closed Frost creeping Slow icy death of An internal winter The last leaf of hope falls Winter shrouds the heart in ice Rent and frozen in time Pain screams without sound A lifetime passes Pressure mounts Shards cut so deeply Lifeblood begins to weep As the heart raises its own light Stirs to...

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Categories: glib, first love, freedom,
Form: Didactic
The Glib Salesman
so wily and smooth, he boasts he can make huge profits among Sahara Bedouins selling them mounds of sand; so shrewd and suave, he brags he can convince Eskimos right in their igloos to...

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Categories: glib, people, places, work,
Form: Tail-rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things