Best Gossip Poems
I want to talk to you about something
Well, l actually have a little gossip l know to be true
About certain letters in the alphabet
Please don’t share with another….its just between me and you!
Did you know that the letter U has quite the reputation
Creating unrest amongst other letters
Popular and loved by some
Disliked by many though as U is quite the go-getter
So lets start with the letter W
V and X’s next door neighbour
I do believe “W” is in love with “U”
Due to her natural beauty and confident nature
W is completely besotted with U
And as W’s adoration for U grew
A single U was no longer enough
So one U became two….known as W
Next…is Y who stands opened armed
Between the very disliked X and Z
Y is so very unhappy there
X and Z being the two most unpopular letters… it is said
‘Why oh why’, yells Y
‘Am l stuck between these two’
‘I desperately want to move within this alphabet
‘Beside the desirable and beautiful U’
Now, what l am about to share with you is of the most sensitive nature
It is in regard to the letter Q
Q frankly has some deep seeded issues
When it comes to the letter U
Q suffers with separation anxiety
Is fully dependent on U
Q is unable to function at all
Without the reliable U in view
U sits dutifully next to Q
So Q can function and thrive
Q will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as U stays with Q…..Q will survive
U feels trapped by the relationship with Q
As U loves another… it is true
U’s heart belongs solely and completely to F
Both desperate to marry and be known as F.U
I have a little more gossip to share with you
Again about the alphabet
There is unrest amongst some of the letters
Creating stress and letter upset
Now, Z has major anger issues
Due to an inferiority complex
Being the least popular and used letter
Z feels a complete lack of respect
O is also not a happy camper
Though O’s situation is different to Z’s
O is a raging hypochondriac
With constant complaints of illness and dread
‘O poor ,poor me’ O cries
I have this and that and you letters are all so unkind
The other letters in frustration often yell out
Stop acting like an O-hole, O“ its all in your mind”
Now P has a troubling medical condition
With ongoing bladder infections
Continually P’ing and feeling down in the dumps
Desperately in need of medical interjection
The alphabet board have now formed a medical support group
Called, I C U…..It will…. B O K
To help Z , O and P
Reclaim their health and once again stand proud in their alphabet array
Come closer ears
Come closer hearts
I'll whisper as the lie departs
My lips
Will pout
My eyes will scan
The room surveyed as truthless
Scam
Devours with teeth
Pointed and sharper
Than gracious softness when truth
Doth scarper
The vampire bite
Without reflection
To veer your soul in wrong
Direction
Don't tell. It's just
Twixt you and me
No harm intended just..
Promise me
This won't be shared
I want the best
To pass this reputation
Test
Is all I want
In secret though
No credit please or
Angel glow
You understand?
Knowledge is power
For all will know within
The hour
So here's the thing
Fingers on lips
For God forbid my conscience
Slips
Or slides around
On muddy moral Holy ground
With gasping tales that will
Astound
So bring that shell-like
A little tighter..
So truth can be strangled -
The little blighter
We'll choke out justice
Grab honesty's throat
Thus fictional fabrication
Promote
And by the time the dawn arrives
You'll be absolved of all the lies
At least
In part
I must now leave you here
My dear
With your blackened heart's
Redemption fear
Before you blame me
For deception..
Perhaps look closely
For your own reflection
(Mwahahaa)
terza rima
Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.
Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.
Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.
Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.
Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.
Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.
13 March 2016
Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip.
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.
The Bible's book of James speaks of it
how the tongue is such an evil thing
one minute speaks good then next it's evil
such damage and harm it does bring
So many people get hurt by gossip
it has a malicious intent in it's force
changing a word or two in it's content
can put it on complete new course
Some people tend to make additions
adding their own particular slant
making it give complete new meaning
it's original thought lost now it can't
Any trust between two people is lost
how can one know real true trust?
when one gossips removes friendship
doubts enter trust flys away like dust
Keep a bridle on your tongue
no gossip for it's just to tell a lie
it never profits anyone at all
hold only truth make gossip die
smiling assassins
listening with fixed smiles
only to gossip
Gossip 2
Written: by Miracle Man
7/14/2017
Hardly anything unseen can remain hidden for long.
Ravenous appetites for gossip always seek to prolong,
We can never be unchained from things in our past,
To others, in thought, were coupled hard and fast.
Though superficially interred we think them forgotten,
But Satan comes with a spade to unearth the rotten;
He said she said we did and they were.
My brain has shut down.
Slammed shut with a banging sound.
Clang!
I am sure this is fascinating talk for the
townies who have lived in this small town
forever and also share stories of he, she, we,
they, said, did, and whatever….
For a person who escaped all of this
gossipy stuff, and has not been exposed to
much of it since 1970, it holds zip appeal.
My mind refuses to open up,
writing poetry behind the locked door,
not letting any of the he said, she said, they did
stuff in.
Reminding me why we made our escape.
Spreading ugly lies and gossip
You made a career of ruining lives
Many only happy to conspire
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
They march like a circus of self appointed kings
Waving their gossip around like puppets on strings
They whisper my name like it’s top secret news
Buddy relax…I’m not Bigfoot in shoes
They huddle in corners with insider facts
Somehow their stories come up missing the facts
They talk like detectives with clues they invented
Solving the case of, “Im jealous but vented!”
They post little comments with bravery borrowed
Courage on loan due back by tomorrow
Roasting me in public with chest puffed bravado
Vanishing in person like where’s Waldo?
They act like professors of all about me
Skipping every class past Assumption 103
They major in drama with minors in snark
Graduating daily with honors in bark
The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head, searching for witty or apt verse to prepare!
Ah! Now he's flexing our digits and I detect in his eyes a gleam.
We think he's collecting his thoughts to concoct a masterful scheme.
Something comparable to works by Whitman or Riley, no doubt.
These fingers should get some credit, no matter how it turns out!
What will it be? A poem about religion, politics or the billowing seas,
Little children, old soldiers, love gone sour or scarlet hued trees?
Perhaps a few stanzas about cowboy lore - only the Lord can tell!
Our fingers just fly over the keyboard - that old coot types pretty well!
We're getting numb and need rest but he provides no reprieve.
He's typing at least seventy-eight words per minute, I do believe!
But never fear, we'll manage to keep ahead of his versatile mind,
And keep pounding away as thoughts from his prolific skull unwind!
Well, he has completed what he considers a masterpiece at last.
We're petered out and ready to curl up - we have typed so fast!
But all of us from our thumbs to our pinkies have had a blast!
We pray he never gets writer's cramp - that would leave us aghast!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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1st Place in Linda-Marie's "Finger Frenzy" Contest - June 2010
He thought the unthinkable
He saw the unseeable
He spoke the unspeakable
His face was illusion
And his name was Lies.
I am here for the pain
yes I am entertained
a public hanging my choice
living amongst rules I use my voice
the tongue is sharp as a finished blade
my one reason to make you afraid
pleasure is mine to spread all within a crowd
To hang , draw and quarter your soul allowed
gathering a crowd is easy to find
for many like I are here that threw you aside .
deaf woman watching
many motions of their mouths
hurricane's eye words