Best Slander Poems
Vile
Words
Wicked
Hurtful tease,
Encouraging or
Slander from evil fame seekers!
Make a name for yourself and get known for a season.
Step on and over other saints, judgement will come to the dogs and eternal torture!
Slander blossoms without root
harvest of lies and fabrication.
Rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Scandal flourishes while enroute
to whispered, planted augmentation.
Slander blossoms without root.
Taking issue with points so moot
watering truth with orchestration,
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Fiendish minions supply the loot
while critics pick their confrontation -
slander blossoms without root.
Humor can serve to feed the brute,
fertilizing altercation;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
To dig and delve in disrepute
soon serves its own incrimination.
Slander blossoms without root;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
all you write about is them happy old days
before hair wore thin turned white from grey
rumour has it bad mouthing my name
wise men stay away while you complain.
what is it you don’t like
how I talk of real life
downhill sights
how life bites,
am I not herpy cherpy enough
wear a smile on my face
hurt me hardly not even fazed,
clearly I'm a vile taste
tough tea teas
at least I'm honest not slander committees
out to harm whilst hidden weak and witchy.
see you write of love and nice
but slag me off like a poltergeist,
behind my back throwing dice
shut your face my only advice.
cus me and you are different ages
I’m the internet you’re paper pages
in my prime you’re about to go crazy
spend all day spaced out and dazy
whoops the daisy
looks like you got a raise out me now rose
I'll bash thee rashly
head to toe bask then dash free feeding woes.
picking out a poet with less experience not close
all those your age make you appear dense in pose
so got to go low
shooting like a bozo
but you should know though
I’m a rascal make you dizzie in slowmo
you should never pull my lever
growing up you wrote with feather
mister cotton wool I'm the leather bull
you spread the word make your message fly
cus I’ll live for sixty years after you die
that's it conflict over
leave you old slumped over
nice to know ya
not really coward bye now
Why must this world be so cruel,
when people think the media should rule?
Why is it that people pay attention
to the stories that ruin reputation?
Slander, slander, slander!
With money involved, that’s all they think about.
They make people gain more belief
and lose all doubt.
Is it from jealousy?
Is it from hate?
Look at all this commotion
it is soon to create!
Society is like a never-ending ordeal,
where secrets are soon revealed.
It is full of cruel slander
that will never repeal.
Do You Often Get Involved In Gossip And Slander?
Do you find yourself letting your tongue “wander.”
And often, get involved in gossip and slander?
Do you find yourself wanting to hear “the latest conversation.”
By what others are saying, or just by “observation?”
Do you find yourself trying to “mediate other’s discussions?”
Not really thinking of the consequences or “repercussions?
Before you speak, think about what you’re saying!
Perhaps you should be quiet and start some PRAYING!
There’s a lot of sin in this world and
“people not getting along.”
We must be careful and not put our tongue
“where it doesn’t belong!”
God gave us a command and you can find it in his word.
Any kind of gossip or slander shouldn’t be found or heard!
I have found myself guilty of doing this more than I realize...
I need to be careful not to get caught
“in distortion and lies.”
I need to ask the Holy Spirit to watch my mouth and “cover it.”
May the love and sweetness of Christ daily “empower it!”
May I seek the best no matter whatever others are doing!
May the words of God strengthen me with a “HIS renewing!”
May the Lord Jesus begin to teach me how to speak…
Wholesome and lovely words each day of the week!
May the joy of Jesus in my heart be daily found…
So that his words of life through
my lips will abound!
By Jim Pemberton
A Victim of Slander
By Elton Camp
An old lady once lived in the forest so deep
On day she was lying in her bed half-asleep
Then there came a noise she’d heard before
People outside, but not knocking at the door
“Oh, Gretel, this cottage should taste so good.”
He’d found it was made of sweets, not wood
Hansel and his sister then tore the house apart
But to do that without asking wasn’t very smart
“It’s kids damaging my little house some more.
Several times I’ve had to put up with that before.”
The crone hobbled to the door to ask ‘em inside
Not even once for vandalism did she them deride
Although their conduct had been extremely rude,
She sat them at her table and gave them some food
So to Hansel she gave his own private little room
Gretel became her housekeeper with a straw broom
On Hansel’s health the woman checked each day
And checked to see how much the boy did weigh
But despite all the things that for them she did do,
They ended up giving reason her kindness to rue
As if damaging her house wasn’t quite bad enough,
From her visitors there came even much worse stuff
And although the brother and sister looked very cute,
The helpless old woman they proceeded to execute
So if lost and homeless children show up at your door,
It doesn’t even pay to try to help them out anymore
As with that old lady, your reputation they may besmirch
It’s better that you play it safe and leave them in the lurch
...And so once more I summon
this courage to write of thy frame...
Though I wonder if this time I would
not be seriously charged for libel.
Albeit the last time I spoke of thee
just like this one the very same,
I was adjudged for slander...
But still, the courage to conceal
how much it is I think of thee,
Has never found a root in my heart;
Then how could it the least grow
to take thy thoughts from me?!
It matters not what thou thinkest...
Someday thou might well understand.
"Name as many allegations in the book of law:
none of them has right over a faultless love!"
Anyone can make a man look namby-pamby
if they slander and obsess with non compos mentis,
take reputations down, you're as hard as Bambi,
even admitting you completely meant this
cus you were demented and empowered like a Nazi,
buzz off the authority acting nasty, trampy
making staff feel as strong as an ancient grampy
slander is an act as lame as can be you're a panzi
but as it slaps back a back hander with more power
and you no longer stand with authority or protection
cus you didn't predict that shield collapsing one hour
and forgot why you're stronger and not when it's gone
justify your lust for the crime after working out this rhyme
did I deserve it and you thought you should serve it
just stay silent and not even deny what I'm
suggesting you know you're guilty just admit it,
I know how to get in a mind and settle,
you got in mine and I went for suicide
but luck changed you made me invincible,
It must be your turn next to ride that ride.
Don't make fun of the ugly wart,
On the end of your neighbor's nose.
Take a look at your own and you'll often find,
That thing on your own ain't no rose.
Don't speak of the dirt on your neighbor's step.
It only makes you look a sap.
Why speak of the filth on someone else,
When you're standing knee deep in crap.
Don't point your finger at someone else,
For the things they do that are wrong;
For that only strengthens our own guilt,
When we sing that age old song.
Stop looking for trouble wherever you go.
Stop looking for dirt on their shoes.
The problem lies not with your neighbor my friend.
The problem's not him, it's you.
I hear the vile words that,
Penetrate my heart like a,
Knife destroying my soul.
My integrity and character,
We're judged and dragged thru,
The Mud like I was a piece of trash.
Never did I ever comprend that,
They would treat me like a,
Traitor in my own country.
But those I've served with,
They know my dedication to,
The Army.
They know I would stand and fight,
As the bullets fly by my head.
Our motto is Duty, Honor, Country.
I bow my head as the tears flow,
Not understanding the betrayal I hear.
A soldier has to turn their,
Cheek and bear this disrespect,
Because we made an oath,
To protect our citizens.
Once a soldier always a soldier.
Our oath is indefinite and etched,
In our soul-this is the soldier's creed.
These words will forever be,
Burned in my heart.
I know that my brother's and,
Sister's will always have my 6,
That I will never doubt.
"Woven are these pages in poetic verse,
With bare threads of our deepest feelings,
You will find laughter, tears and remorse,
and words of wisdom, prayer and healings."
Slander blossoms, having no real root;
critics water down truth with vexation.
Taking issue with points that are moot
they harvest lies and fabrication.
Words poetic strung herein, writers weave
musings borne on inspiration profound.
Stanzas sewn, grief and joys cleave;
Succor, pleas, and vision here abound.
March 29, 2020
Krish R poetry anthology contest.
first stanza written by Krish Radhakrishna
Wicked whispers, like hisses,
slithered throughout the office
when the disliked departed for the day.
Rotten hysteria blared
like beastly blasts.
Louder their voices leaped
as they could see that she was gone.
Like following lost sheep,
on and on they'd bleep
about her crazy ways,
her annoying voice,
her ogre odor,
her misfit outfits and
a myriad of mindless ramblings.
My conscience wanted to stop them,
to stomp on their every word,
but my speech was stilled
in impactful silence.
Suddenly she scampered back,
secretly weaving toward
her forgotten sweatshirt,
draped upon her rolling chair
where whispers
gnawed like moths.
She grabbed it with a snap
then whisked away.
I wondered, with
empathic embarrassment,
how much damaging slander
she had overheard.
12-13-19
If you knew what it was about
You would be sure you were a lout
And should I forget it this year
Then, could slanders freely bear
And owner’s defenses hear
And retied knots mark with cold beer…
All about A Name you’re wrecking
And the cheap lies you aren’t checking;
An image a friend is hacking
And the wrong person just backing…
If I should you ask to get out
It would be no mutter- A Shout!
Commissary's adjutant's remove
the follow up of consequence, the groove
is always open, while a lesson's move
is stifled by condition, not to prove!
So help me speak, a cause acquits my mood
and that deep sorrow plugs my inward prove,
truth's known, not always hopeful, but delude ~
so slander trims the fate, that could have truth!
An incredibly bad cartoon
Shows the wife beneath a tycoon
Though inopportune
She will see at noon
Solicitor Peter Balloon