Short Gibberish Poems
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Nonsense gibberish
I’m writing about nothing
Totally spaced-out
Having nothing real to say
Completely absent-minded
Russell Sivey
In the heart of the city, in the heart of the night,
I look for a savior and find only blatherskite.
Note: Blatherskite means foolish gibberish.
Much confusion by the angry rabble
Noisy voices, unheard gibberish babel
Turkeys in a gobbly gook central gabble
Political idiots who argue while they dabble
master of gibberish lines of metaphor
acclaim and awards from the poetry corp
coffee house pied piper
study and decipher
dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore
Reni Nic
Her Grin is bigger than a country mile
She sings gibberish with such style
When she says Daddy she makes me smile
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
A pointless dot,
clumping in the surge
of edges and curves
A clumping dot,
in the pointless surge
of edges and curves
A surging dot,
in the pointless clump
of edges and curves
Form:
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
When I look at a banana, all I hear is
“Undress me!” now don't call it gibberish
Talk to fruit quite often
But always use caution
Some are quite sensitive and afraid to admit
The most boring job in the world is having to watch someone enjoy his life and enrich his potentials every night and everyday and you have no choice but to stay bitter and conjure a gibberish lie
June 15, 2023
You might think this guy's running outta limericks
They're coming outta my ears and that ain't gibberish
My brain's on auto-rhyme
Comes through every time
Quite vigorous, feverish and carnivorous
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
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.
Anger see’s it’s dwelling seldom blessed.
Never allowing a peaceful night of rest.
Gibberish can often leave others distressed.
Edifying words will always pass the test.
Rushed thoughts are never from your best.
Her jabberwocky gibberish angered me
My irritation became mammoth disproportioned
She ignores all facts
Picking and choosing who to believe
Making up new “alternative facts”
Endorsing and quoting an entertainment channel
Which should be sued for using the word news
I try to pretend
it doesn't matter,
like garbage
the day after pick-up,
or feeding to the cat
the remains
of our 7,300th meal.
I try to pretend
it doesn't matter,
like foreign subtitles
on a silent movie,
or hearing only gibberish
when your lips say
goodbye.
No one will truly know
what it's like to be me.
what it's like to be a slave,
a slave to your own mind.
My words are gibberish,
and my thoughts are "kiddish"
for this everyone thinks you need to be fixed.
I am so sorry to inform you
there's no tool you can find
that can fix me.
Nothing has felt softer on my face
Like a fresh breeze with tenderness
She swings her small fragile arms
Slaps my face with soft palms
She blossoms with a teething smile
Giggling at me to make a screeching cry
I speak gibberish to keep her wowed
A clown to wipe out the frown on my child
Some wings are for flapping
while others are for soaring – It's
just a fact; as some mouths are for
yapping...while others, really say
something I want to hear –
If I am not making myself clear:
I mean, to me, feathers are feathers...
and I am far to old, to spend precious
time, deciding if gibberish or Tongues? –
it seemed
his pretentious gibberish
would never end
and then
out of nowhere
emerged
the most blessed
awkward
silence
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 21, 2018 for contest LATE JULY 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and April 4, 2018 for contest EPIGRAM sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD
Lawyers have a lingo
That’s like gibberish to me.
The same is true for those who have
A medical degree.
I guess with any specialty,
The lingo is unique
And understood by colleagues,
Yet to others sounds like Greek.
When language is exclusive,
It’s a pathway to connect
But to those without the lingo,
There’s the opposite effect.
good-looking gorgeous gregarious godmother of mine
guards graceful gracious grateful great-grandma so fine
giddy girls giving genuine gumdrops, guiding GIs to Guinea,
Generating ghastly ghostly gibberish unheard by many,
Gently germinating geometric gelatin a plenty.
Golden goggles glowing good-naturedly
I like these giddy girls who giggle wholesomely.
When I see you
My mind turns blank
The words escape
From their rightful place
I begin to freeze
As words of nonsense roll off my tongue.
Gibberish, they are.
You think of me as a fool
Then turn to leave.
Not even the words
"I love you"
Could change our relationship now.
You think of me as crazy.
Stupid.
Ignorant.
I can never manage
To muster a word
When I see you.
David seems to have the knack
Although he thinks he’s cursed
With the gift of tongues
He is exceedingly well versed
No language is a hurdle
To this fellows conversation
He can get his point across
To any man from any nation
But when it comes to ladies
Words are gibberish and random
He is tongue tied and he’s speechless
‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em
Are you hiding inside your writing,
making it impossible to see what you mean
Camouflaged words based on muddled intent,
to confound, confuse, or mislead
Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature,
your attempt to impress with your scheme
Are your words still unlived as you write them all down
—unpurposed and left unredeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Nobody's reading,
and for good reason-
who wants to hear the jive and gibberish
of emotional unbalance; we all get that,
sometimes at our lowest point, but for me,
a near persistent reality, and it's something poetry
captures but can't hold on, because the horror never stops
as it does on the page, and exhalts in only feelings;
the depressive dips and rising rage, of oceanic waves.