Best Rumour Poems
An email just received is a sham,
stating swine flu comes from tins of ham,
but don’t get a fright,
for this is not right,
when the email claims ham, well it’s spam.
Categories:
rumour, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Lies from directions I had not expected
Offered in a variety of ways
Apologetically
Pretending to be concerned
I sent them away
Recognizing their imperfections
Seeing them more clearly now
Rumour Mongers
Thriving on gossip
Fabricated by clouded minds
Trouble makers
No longer friends of any kind
Categories:
rumour, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Justice has failed many I know
For you and I there is little to show.
You see, figures are not made from these times
Government bodies care about the crimes
Promotion is made on ‘helping’ those who dare
Endless resources pumped in to show ‘we care’
Youth intervention, counselling and a final warning
All this goes on until the day is dawning
Higher salaries are not for helping the innocent
A quick call will do, doesn’t that seams a little bit bent?
We are the ones who have had the raw deal
We would never hurt, damage or steal
It seams to me the more honest you are
Justice cares less and I find that bizarre.
Governments look good by how many criminals they catch
Then they will always come out with out a scratch
As always there is no money to be made in the cure
Solving problems and reinventing new, that’s for sure
Moral obligations and responsibility dissolve like salt
Always someone else to blame, but never their fault.
To say crime never pays is a phrase I want to believe
I suppose its what the individual wants to perceive
Punishment to fit the crime, that would be nice
However, there is more logic in just rolling the dice.
Categories:
rumour, political
Form:
Free verse
A rumour is more leathal than a landmine !
Categories:
rumour, pain,
Form:
Monoku
Felix is dead
I have a tail, huge teeth
Which I only use for food
I love the pack leader
I walk with him each day
But I’ve heard a rumour
Someone new is coming to stay
I bite through toys and
My jaws rip them apart
I wouldn’t hurt fly unless
It hurt my heart, and doubt
Is now rising, because I am
Number one. I won’t give this up
My tail arcs like a scorpion
I swagger when I walk, but
I know a change is coming
A strange human and female
Biggest I’ve ever seen, holding
A cage and the smell is making me
Mean.
A face through the bars, make
My heckles rise, a meow cry
I snarl and stare in its eyes
Cats. The boss holds it, tells
Me to be calm, only because
He’s the leader, I don’t rip
It from his arms. My tail wags
At first I play gently, allow it a tap
I nudge it with my nose, but
The green envy rises when it
Sits on the leader’s lap, my lips curls
My tongue slathers, my eyes narrow
I sneer, wait til we’re all alone.
Everybody’s gone an empty house
It hisses and it arches as I circle
The cat can’t look away, or else
I will snap, I’ll never forgive the
Smugness sitting on my leaders lap.
I pounce and flatten, ten times its size
And as I close my jaws, I look in its eyes.
I scrape at the earth, until a hole is dug
And I pick its lifeless body from the rug
They’ll be sure it escaped, climbed
Over the fence and wait its return.
I’ll be a terribly subdued and stare
At the door. Again, I’ll be the favourite,
Pats on my head, they’ll never guess
Flex has demised, yes Felix is dead!
David Cox 20/05/22
Categories:
rumour, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a rumour hitting town
It's party time real soon
Not a thing to wear
Have to ring to fix my hair
Hear Beyoncé will attend
Didn't know she was your friend
Will she wear clothes this time
Best she does she's past her prime
Has this party got a theme
Waiting to hear of this party scheme
You have had some weird ideas
Not sure whether to be afeared
Oh it's a charleston night
Fringed skirts will be a delight
For all the males to gloat
Hope my thighs are not too stout
Oh I haven't had an invite
Is this a little oversight
Hear the invites didn't include me
Checked the date I wasn't free
Penned 05/07/2014
Categories:
rumour, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Rumour Has It
Rumour has it he came from the country.
I do not know his name,
But I do know his face.
I moved to the town so that I did not have to see his face.
Rumour has it he has a secret.
Now I watch him from behind the safety of my curtain.
Rumour has it.
And I know what it is.
Categories:
rumour, fear,
Form:
Blank verse
The tongue, a small muscle, yet so powerful and grand
Leaving truth and facts, to wither and contract
As gossip mongers spread rumours, like a plague, across the land
Typically quick to share, and cause impact
A tongue can be so creative in giving various version
Of news and events grounded on reality.
Of course, giving a description away from the true vision
Of facts and phenomena based on actuality.
How gossip mongers are so quick to make news spread,
And cause nothingness into something with profound impact.
Especially to the lazy, ignorant, weak minded and unread,
Who helplessly listen to hearsay without viewing real fact.
Eventually a rumour is proven to be fake
And people realize that their perception was a mistake.
Categories:
rumour, anxiety, betrayal, community, confusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Social Studies teacher Miss Dicking
Is anyone's girl for the picking
Her nose in the air
Proves she does not care
As long as she gets a good licking
Categories:
rumour, lust,
Form:
Limerick
Heard a rumour,
They're stopping making
Bubble chocolate bars,
No more aeros anymore.
Categories:
rumour, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla.
He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He tipped it to me when he saw I was not picking gooseberries.
Howdy, he said.
Hi, I said back. Surprised he spoke cowboy.
Have you seen a gopher? I asked him.
We looked together, but could find no evidence of one.
I reported this back to Kaie, gladly. She is always getting something wrong.
I know it was an animal that started with the letter G, she said.
She began naming animals.
Grouse? Guinea pig? Goat?
My friend the gorilla tipped his hat to me from the window.
I waved back.
Gorilla? I asked her.
Don’t be silly, she said.
Categories:
rumour, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Narrative
The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.
With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of signal,
We'd leave the jammed hall. No rain outside!
Correspondences saw only lethargic typewriters,
That sounded a poll pecking of a woodpecker.
A single wireless station would be queued
With people waiting for, "Pom, pom, Tango, Charlie."
Communication gravely sought its transmission,
Three-band radio justified on its little way,
Only richer lots bought and owned pompously
And my country had a single frequency squeezed.
The announcement was radioed in a succinct brief-
"The result of 1997 ICSE examination is out."
Nothing more or less, of the India-based examination,
I jumped on my toes only to later feel crushed.
My kiths were dejected with my abortive result,
An unofficial hearsay, they caught hold onto
Their dejection pierced my heart, agonizingly.
I'd to visit my alma mater, result matted least.
A two-day-long journey, not by a luxurious car
But on the hood of a truck on a bumpy roads,
Only the Indian highway would ease the journey
Like relieving the physical pangs of exhaustion.
The mental turmoil intensified as I neared
My school where the sheets would be displayed,
The wall would announce to a hundred lot of us,
The failure provoked sleepless nights and journeys.
My heart thudded as I entered the school premise,
Lips dried, even a pool of water wouldn't wet them.
Shivering, perplexity and numbness, crippled me,
I just wanted me alone to declare the performance.
I walked up the staircase with thundering emotion,
The entrance seemed gloomily unwelcoming,
Saw I a crowd of my mates craning and giraffing,
On the either sides of the entrance, sheets full.
No greetings, no handshaking, I just shied away,
Waited for the crowd to go thinly populated.
Just in one particular column to refer, wanted I,
PCA or PCNA - biggest summary of a year's toiling.
My comrades filed out slowly, forward I lunged,
Searching my name, throbbing took its tempo.
Spotted the name, from the wall, PCA grinned,
Pass Certificate Awarded, I became triumphant!
©?Khachab Dorji
Categories:
rumour, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Verse
Rumours, as close as a heart,
Deadlier than tumours,
They attack to a victim,
Hurl them down
It can hurt anyone,
even when they are in town,
It follows them everywhere,
Screaming out loud,
"Your a disgrace!
Your parents shouldn't be proud!"
But these are just rumours,
Harmless you think,
They are deadlier than tumours,
And I've had enough of it!
Categories:
rumour, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
The unicorn magician with the slanted eye
Let out a peep, a whistle, a plaintive sigh.
Alerting two idiot villagers, name of Guthrie and Tie.
That things were changing for the worst, bye and bye
The unicorn magician is angry one said.
Maybe the village will be painted red.
Another surmised they should all go to bed.
While best dreams filled up rapidly in their little head.
The unicorn magician is excited, another one stated.
That’s what he does when life’s being extremely overrated.
If he whistles twice, the village will be minced and grated.
They listened, alarm and horror of all kinds anticipated.
I think that’s what he does when he has a dream,
A little boy said, whose name was Billy P. Ream.
The unicorn magician is fast asleep, everything is a gleam.
Probably high in the sky on a magic moon beam.
A whistle came, and the gossipers were in shock.
They began running amok, like cats in a flock.
What time is it? One yelled, looking for a clock.
If it is midnight, let’s meet down by the number two lock.
Let’s go ask the unicorn magician what the whistle doeth mean,
Said a three-year-old child, with some sense it would seem.
The gossipy rumor-mongers preferred to wail and keen,
Predicting the worst as they began to holler and scream.
The Unicorn Magician rolled over in his sleep,
Opened his slanted eye, and gave a little peep.
All was right in his world, peace he would always keep.
For he was a good guy, with a love for his sheep.
The gossipers stopped talking, waiting for the whistle.
Some hid under the porch, one hid in a thistle.
Silly sheep they were, expecting things to be bad.
Worst scenario thinkers, creating lives, so sad.
Categories:
rumour, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
A rumour is going around that a rumour is going around.
I looked for the rumour but none could be found.
All because the rumour was not based on solid grounds.
I know what you think but that is not profound.
The rumour's rumour vanished without a sound.
Categories:
rumour, allusion, creation, games, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme