Best Rumours Poems
People tell rumours
Because they have bad motives
They're jealous
They snatch from others
They're greedy
They're overbearing
They're mischievous
But I tell only because I'm careless
I'm simple, straight forward
I believe my senses
I believe what I see
And so people pretend to be friendly
I believe what I listen
And so people say sweet words
I tell my feelings
And so people make plans
I'm educated
I see only evidence
A chance event
Can make a long long story sometimes
I believe my wisdom
I make my own judgement
And try to convince others sometimes
When one day I found that
I can't understand why my lover leave me
He didn't see my hard works anymore
He didn't listen to my feelings and love anymore
He didn't apologize with his sweet words anymore
He didn't smile with his sweet appearance anymore
Just like
I didn't see his heart at the very beginning
I believed my own rumours
Which my eyes and ears cheated my heart
Oh my god
Now it's too late
He received a death threat,
A threat for doing what's right,
The death threat coming from him
Stepping in and stopping a fight.
Then he had a knock at the door,
And the false allegations were read,
The suits didn't care about the truth
They only cared for the lies that were said.
He was framed for a thing he didn't do,
Where false rumours all stuck like mud,
These false rumours ripped out his honest heart,
And drained his beautiful blood.
And the people responsible for his hurt
Never had to answer the question of Why,
Why they tried to destroy this man,
By spreading an awful lie.
She had a talk with her belief,
A belief of what she never saw,
Her belief wanted to believe,
She’d seen what she yearned for,
So she told a story of her belief,
A story she’d soon deny,
A fantastic story of small sick things,
But this story was a lie,
Her belief of what she had to do,
To fit in with the crowd,
Would lead to the death of a man,
When the truth was disallowed,
You see, she created a lie,
Believing a rumour to begin,
An avalanche of falsity,
To make her fit right in.
Rumours spreading ink
Blots on a character,
Insidiously virus like,
Duplicating cells,
Touching and impregnating
Once lucid beliefs
With embryo taints and
Darker schema.
“So, that’s him, there he is
That’s what he did,
Let’s hear more;”
Truth warped out of shape,
A shifting balloon of
Malleable bad blood,
Twisted beyond all
Former recognition.
Poison pen Chinese whispers
Uttered, scratched,
Scrawled, trickled asides,
Poured and decanted
Into the ears of those dupes
Susceptible enough and lazy enough,
Evil enough
To propagate the lies.
If said enough times,
It becomes tangible, factual,
A construct of the real world.
Initially I trod
Upon an ant,
By Easter
I killed Jesus;
By Christmas, guess
I’ll hang for it…
All that happens is really inside,
From the love and desire,
To the cosmic tide.
The coming of Christ,
The going of God,
The devil's rise,
The morning fog.
The dark naked nights,
Of torment and fear,
The atomic bomb and the rumours I hear.
From the beginning of time,
Till the end of space,
The prison bars in front of my face.
The labyrinth of lies,
The weaver weaves,
The kaleidoscopes patterns,
Of the autumn leaves.
All born of tears and blood and guts,
Of suffering children crying for love.
The inside is real,
The outside is dead,
An empty shell,
I dreamed in my head.
The you and me,
Are forgotten and gone,
In the rumours I hear,
In the atomic bomb.
Afternoon ember flare coddles forest
Nodule noses, from dark bark eyes sap drips
Naked soldiers, Summer’s subside promised
Farewell foliage, spun fairy floss gossip
News spew swept red runaway train carriage
Ridiculed witches watch fireworks astral
Rudimentary broom aircrafts encourage
Twilight wake creatures creep from log capsules
Twitching whiskers, dusk susurrate translate
Trampled damp mushrooms mulch to mildew fleece
Orange fungi full moon balloon inflate
Hot flight flame exhales exhausting release
Grey limb wind tortured troops groan, familiar
Guards gravely wait for Winter’s insignia
31st August
Written for Contest:
Whispers of Autumn
Sponsor: John Lawless
It takes life long
To study the world
Or its people
Because it's complex
Always in a state of confusion and chaos
Anything can happen
Rumours can be turned into truths
Truths can be turned into fallacies
So
Look before you leap
Think thrice before you act
Consequences and dangers can spoil and kill
Truths are hard to reveal sometimes
For a poor man
No time, energy and wisdom for all these
So keep your mouth shut
Keep your eyes blind
Keep your ears deaf
Truths will be understood amongst wisers
For you
Keep all the secrets in your heart if any
Or mention them to your God if any
It all mattered so much it hurt,
It mattered for his little show,
It mattered so much for his performance,
That truth was the first thing to go,
The truth of the small things that weren’t very big,
The truth that was easy to change,
To make his performance notably better,
To make us all watch him on stage,
But what didn’t matter, mattered to us,
All the small lies that were spread,
Became a warning about this little man,
We just didn’t trust what he said,
Till now, it seems, he’s alone in his life,
His friends have got on with their lives,
And he has been left wanting attention,
Not seeing that we see his lies.
I met her as my colleague
She was in her late 30s
Trying to shield her boundless sad
With her busy schedule and her son.
Chosen to teaching
To forget the in-laws teasing
And parents worrying.
Taken to reading in full swing
And the never-ending serials of the
Wonder idiot box*.
She has got parted away
From her man, we were told by rumours
He was the incarnation of beastly demon
And adulterated with many a woman
Someone said at some time, somewhere.
All her colleagues pay attention to her story
They ask her never
Nor do they accept her ever
As he has run away from him
One noble lady feels
“She is very adamant
He must be good man.”
The truth is that she has not seen him even once
“She could not live with him”
Remarks her one time friend.
“She cannot be adjusted
She is very much egoistic”
One male colleague gives her moral support.
He talks to her always
His looks are always everywhere on her
Her inquisitive boss once quizzed her
“What is your husband?’
As he could not ask her
“Where is your husband?’
She showed her annoyance
But said “He is in the States”
Nobody knows his state.
So, interest is on her marital status.
“Why does not she remarry?” – a concerned voice.
“Who will marry her with a child?” – a concerned response.
The neighbours, not so neighbourly.
Keeps a watch on her by scrutinizing every visitor to her house
Trying to get a degree by researching
About her life.
They know more about her than her
Their research bend of mind needs to be conferred
With a doctoral degree.
The much-learned society
Who would not even come out
When their neighbour’s son met with an accident
Is always ready to tell about her unknown story
Even to a two-minute old friend
And kept open their intelligentsia
To find her life story
As their life’s mission.
She walks in silence
And lives around noises
Not knowing or conniving the murmurs around.
Sunbeams kissed your shoulders
As you stirred beneath the sheets
Dancing on your sweet neck
And caressing your cheek
Your coffee skin turned golden
With kisses of the sun
Delighted by the whispers
Of our nocturnal fun
It knew where it could find us
To smile into our room
From nights celestial rumours
That were started by the moon
Dumb people hear rumours and go all out attack
Clever folk hear them and want extra facts
The Dumb come at you firing accusations
The Clever come at you asking questions
So quick to jump to a full gone conclusion
when only one outcome is there for the choosing
When you hear gossip you allow its digestion
It gives you the knowledge and you’re now interesting
Getting involved to be apart of the drama
who cares about those you are causing trauma
just for this moment you can chitter chatter
feeling most flattered that you finally matter
Dumb people hear rumours and want to believe them
the version of you their desperately needing
a story of failure so far from succeeding
it tells you that they live with bitterness breeding
Maybe they’re no one and never get notice
and it leaves them feeling forever hopeless
this is their victory your failure their focus
their still bloody nobody living life hopeless
Dance like no one is watching,
hold her like no one sees,
step on all the cockroaches,
swat at the buzzing bees,
screw the rat in the corner
(nothing comes for free).
Cut the strings of fate,
clip the wings of destiny,
scream to stop the clock,
Heaven’s gates won’t wait for “please”.
Writhing in rapture while building your own tomb–
wanting for anything… and nothing coming soon…
Dance when no one is watching,
see what no one sees,
step past all the cockroaches,
and go around the buzzing bees.
Screw the rat in the corner
(no one sees what he sees),
cut the strings of fate...
BUILD your own destiny.
Stop the rumours
Don't you know rumours, hurt
Get the facts
Before you lash back
Fake news makes a person attack
Stop the gossip
Don't bite back
That only attracts
Find another way to fightback
Why not pray and just sit back
Let 'God' do the payback.
Some people are happy to others happiness and progress
but
Most people are happier too see and to know other people’s sorrow and failure.
They tell you stories against others, make stories against others then wants to hear you agree with them.
But hey!
Not all people are the same as you.
Not the same as how you think
Not the same as petty as you
Some are just listening, won’t anything against
Not to even react negatively, instead just a drop of smile
But still, rumours still scatted not the same as the reality
Rumours, intrigues, creating stories have no difference with lies
It ties as one, and the outcome is just to ruin others life.
I have a bone to pick with you.
I heard you spread rumours about me.
Said, I am courageous,
And have endurance.
Am very smart,
Have a good heart.
You like my smile,
The sparkling in my eyes.
Are they true?
Was it you?
Or are these rumours all lies.
I’d like to hear,
From your mouth to my ear.
So I could spread rumours about you too