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Evil School Poems | Evil Poems About School

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Details | Free verse | |

Sudden Evil

In high school I was bullied by one kid... 
For three years he picked on me, 
made fun of me, 
and tried me on every possible occasion.... 
I am a peaceful man, 
a mediator, 
he took that as weak.... 
My senior year he tried me 
and I put my fist in his mouth, 
he fell back and I repeatedly stomped him until my boys pulled me off..... 
He wanted to fight me because his sister through herself at me 
during the Halloween party the night before. 
I took advantage,
like when lady Guinevere came to Lancelot..
I was Micheal Myers
she was a naughty school girl!!
I did it out of spite,
To provoke a fight.
I wanted to whoop his ass
I was playing football, 
in weight training, 
and hung with the thugs,
My brothers,
the streets were home!!!
I wanted to whoop his ass.
I hit him with a two piece with a biskit...

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Innocence Proven Guilty

Not  a child,
Not weak,
Hot and strong,
A syndicate is yet to happen.

Yearning to have a future,
Loving caring and in-no-cent,
Not mean,
But means good.

A girl,
So young - Very,
Wants to have it all,
She is tender, green and delicate,
Inwards, black - Dark,
Steps too fast for him.

A dark cloud forms,
Innocence hides danger,
Kindness turns wicked,
Goodwill turns evil,
Care becomes a flare,
Leaving the place Burning.

Before he realised,
Before things turn right,
Innocence proven guilty as charged.

That's it,
The rule of law,
It runs the society.

Copyright © Lord James | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Of Pilgrims and Indians

Of Pilgrims and Indians

By Elton Camp

In school we are taught a history filled with lies
In order that American history be well sanitized
The Pilgrims were a stern but gracious bunch
Who invited the Indians in to share their lunch

The Pilgrims were grateful to God to still be alive
And that with the Indian’s help, winter did survive
In their joy that they were still among the living,
Fed the savage natives at the first Thanksgiving

They thought themselves to be God’s chosen group
That those evil heathen it was God’s will they dupe
They were the new Canaanites in the promised land
Who, unless they converted, suffered a stern hand

In the name of Christ, they had every right to slaughter
Any the rebellious Indians: man, wife, son or daughter
The massacres of the Pequots are a very good example
Of what the Indians could expect was only a sample

Defenders of Pilgrims say that they were a hostile tribe
Murderous and far more vicious than one could describe
But, the Pequots were quite tranquil and living in peace
When Pilgrims hunted them like animals did that cease

It was in 1637, to the evil Pilgrim’s everlasting shame
Set a village on fire & shot those who escaped the flame
Before they set out with the intention to destroy a village
They prayed to their Lord to direct them in their pillage

To Indian captives, Pilgrims showed the extent of hate
To murder wasn’t enough, so they enjoyed to mutilate
So one Pequot man they literally tore limb-from-limb
Until Captain Underhill showed mercy and shot him

And by candid records written at that time, we’re told
Captives they decided not to kill, into slavery they sold
Other Indian tribes, to help, the Pilgrims did compel
And demanded body part of victims as success to tell

Some may teach we cannot know what motives they had
But their conduct speaks for itself and is so terribly bad
To viciously kill other people seemed to give them a thrill
Then they made it worse by claiming that it was God’ will

(The version of the Pilgrims we are taught is school is nearly a complete falsehood.  
An example of spinning history.  Sorry to crush any childhood delusions.)

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

The Tables have Turned

A Kid roamed free on the streets last week,
Doing mean and illegal acts,
He apparently robbed a corner store,
But nobody knows the facts.
He never bothered to go to school,
For the past – what – seven years?
Instead he smoked illegal drugs,
And drunk too many beers.

He looked like a fifteen-year-old,
And went by the name of Kyle.
He used to rob so many stores,
With GTA 5 style.
He was an orphan since he was 8,
And he went mentally mad,
Ever since he ran from council care,
He couldn’t help being bad.

He had nobody to look after him,
Because he had not a friend,
He never realised that in 2015,
He would meet his end.
A gang of bandits ran up to him,
And pinned Kyle to the ground.
They tied his hand behind his back,
And robbed his every last pound.

Then Jim, the nearby farmer,
Pointed his gun at Kyle’s big head,
He knew that in a moment’s time,
He was going to be dead.
Beads of sweat were rolling down
As tension built and built,
He wished that he was back at home,
Wrapped up in his warm quilt.

Then Jim pulled on the trigger,
BANG! Poor Kyle flew back.
And landed in the middle of
The farmer’s own haystack. 
And yet he still was breathing,
He somehow had survived,
In the distance were some sirens – 
The cops had just arrived.

He went to school the next morning
With not a cigar in sight,
He contributed in all the lessons,
And was rewarded for being bright.
He made some friends at lunchtime,
Because he had just learned,
Not to be mean or bad – 
As now, the tables have turned.

Copyright © Tom Shah | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Untitled #302 / Evil monsters

“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry | |

Save our children from slavery

Save our children from slavery........ 

Our beautiful children are forced to hard 
labor by some of the evil people on earth
And they kill their soul.
Those little hands are holding hard tools
instead of holding school books
Those little hands are touching dirty sand
instead of their mother's hands
They listen to their evil men called masters
instead of their school teachers
Struggling for their bread at infant stage
instead for the struggling for their career 
Mothers are crying for their children
and want to save them from their darkness of future
Many years have been passed
but not single year has been cared for them
Because of our careless leadership
our children are still living in slavery 
Let us join together and save our
little children from the hell of slavery.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam 

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain | |

What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world

Dishonesty and
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

Evil in Business(Poem#1-High School Years)

Screams, the pain begins 
Blood rushed, cleansing of sin
Darkness falls upon the land 
Houses burn so bright 
All the children run in fright 
Evil's here, it expands 

Meat, fresh, everywhere 
The smell so acrid, here 
All the workers to stay
Some work for family 
Even for Emily 
But one thing is sure they want their pay!

Revolution in the sky 
Someone must pay, someone must die 
Blood soaked cobblestone 
Families torn apart 
Even though Daddy works at Kmart 
As the workers pass with a groan

Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain | |

What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse | |



ghosts don’t want to be seen…
hiding in corners, in shadows.
movement’s precise.
                                       hell’s apprentice.

i spotted this spider,
                                       with satchel.
a museum statue,
     her mouth ajar, searching for a bite.

gratitude in foresight,
my office shut tight,
no prized illuminations.

i welcomed her, nose to nose
“what do you need?”

her voice not used to speech,
she barely stuttered…
“um..i…uh…must be in the wrong place”

so she had wandered into a school,
usually shut air tight…

did she miss the sign?
so i gave her a wave and a map,
so she wouldn’t lose her way,
straight away outta there,
and i waved as i watched her go…

through the paved lot, out of oz…
the witch flew…

Kim Rodrigues ©2016

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016