Vogon Poetry | Vogon Poetry Examples

I sold my soul, no soulmate remains, Just ashes and echoes of celestial chains. I slipped through the cracks of the devil’s gate, Now I’m the storm you’ll learn to hate. Bad ideas bloom like roses with thorns, I’ll rewrite the cosmos, watch it burn and transform. Oh oh oh, the devil’s gone missing? Oh oh oh, the demons are hissing. Oh oh...

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Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips Casted both bolted skullduggery Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree Restted rustic gondola swaying hips Pressue mounts of disktoelay on the contraj I am of I say displaced An accomphishped barteded dan shunter Rad taddered is the one “c” that’s blinded Ship regaurd the paccswn Angle fram bar grin Possiticlee no shame NoThIng-VoGoN Drowning by the...

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My Precious Mother Mother's love is pure and bright, Like the moon that shines at night. Through the storms and through the rain, She stands strong through joy and pain. Her gentle hands, so soft and kind, Wipe my tears and ease my mind. With her voice, so warm and true, She guides my heart in...

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Mea Culpa, but I Plead not Guilty. Safe at home, it was an ordinary day. I was on PoetrySoup, reading poems, page by page. And then, the house shook, I ran outside, and to my surprise a light, shining down from the sky, lifted me off the grass. Darkness is all I remember next, no couch, no text. And then a Vogon voice cooing in the black uttered...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo, And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement, Douses its sentient walls with detergents of dire discontent, While young Charles Storm, a cherubic herald...

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My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons twilling and twonking I cover my mastificle And try to hinkle on the bandistrap As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge I hear mercifulous melodies Floating down I dash to the bubbleblaster And pick purple pongwinkles To brighten my ardurachlego I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously Releasing rancid ramifrons Which stink of chericock cheese … An aroma from my heriboll It...

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I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism. It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut, and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff. Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff! I derogate their impultritude and arrogance. Drapple their smirking repudiation of my dance for...

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In the enmeddling clingsome widewoven cleavage Of the windwrapped menacehugging road Torchurtoting time turns dangler of slopesliding sands You slitrap the solum to seek the hideous nearlocked nook. The crackfested road twisturns over your sleekshoulder Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie The jeopordized jagged journey trottrots slothened With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked. At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road Tormentrudged time...

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If stars could see the sun~ slurping the grunglethorp grains from sweat-soaked streams, purging puddles of blurmorgris, you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony of my intestines churning chyme into acidic rhymes~ releasing piled pain upon a peezling palette of biled ballads. But why are the whistling whirls tangled in throttled thickets, weeping amidst the periwinkle werifesteria, grooving to the garglesome wind that suffocated the cartilage within the dry throat...

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Here, at The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Poetrysoup is on the menu! And to save our sacred website, perhaps the world ... We must entertain and enter vague conspicuous contests With a true Vogon vocabulary intent on an unworthy saving ... Or suffer the consequences of eternal annihilation Perhaps even infinite damnation of one's...

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SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry Infused intensity of immense ignorant Boils of blast feme burbling Crackle and gilling clump coils Of filament retardants…..coverings Egos frost bitten frozen bumps Cabbage patch dolls provocateur Running ruins caveating wretch Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose Developing deepen darts of daze Daring divorced deities Spillage spoil syber sist Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what? Tweet twik ti tork Tweet twik ti tork Tork twik...

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My, how wamburdsly vett skitterelees yammer in modduskwom, sutty slivers, every pop muddleskiddly of red-orange, in zakrum, zezzledop, vixaddamoth blur! To see maxfluppinnes' purpled zizum, at tillaradoom jazzowdline's tyll sass; in pithy, murldizzily, gibborton ullius, of dizzledop, rose, klixmuth contrast! Exotion blue, wivern tuqlore so green, and aximinuthy, of gold deemeried yox; in burgundy-brown, tardily gimmixles, and darkly, zimmery, villy moon shocks. My, the...

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My devilish mausoleum painted ...

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VOGON BUT NOT FORGOTTEN They were here, in their creative funk Writing and speaking poetry as if drunk Recognised as verses in their own way They kept chanting, hoping we’d obey But as always, so awful to see and hear Expecting those affected to shed a tear A poem directed at us, time and again Never interpreting our wincing as pain One might just...

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If love were my bililligig and thou my comely sorrcondor, I’d shirren courst thine eyes assiligig as mine own gane sizzon begondor. Oh, mine hertzen hurtzen! How could thoust be so frigidid to blangst a sorrow murtzen and forganen mine own brigidid? Days pas in sorrest somburlen, deviling in dark with horrdicap mourn. I succumb to thoughts vorboturten, comfort resangst your sassascorn. ...

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