Anti bullying poems confront the harm caused by mockery, exclusion, threats, and repeated cruelty. They can give a voice to someone targeted, question the silence of bystanders, or imagine a community where kindness carries more weight than intimidation.
Read the examples below as starting points for reflection and conversation. Notice whose perspective the poem adopts and how it represents the effects of bullying. A concrete scene or a moment of support can make the call for respect especially memorable.
It seems she walked away in disbelief
It seems she was interrogated and never to return
It seems she was in a mysterious world, only fear smile
It seems she was tortured for decades, unceased
It seems she had enough, thirsty eyes tearing teen organs
It seems she is already known victim, preaching forever wounds
It seems she is always at a corner crying, accusing life
One drop fell from an eye, and walls are still hurting
Maybe? History will outpour sympathy upon us
In this era, we journey with uncontrolled turmoil
Deteriorating, already sabotage faces, whipped with nightmares
Parading in our village, encroaching marriage bed of colorant village headmen
Swimming with bellies, anticipating our own fingers to massage them
Singing ‘can’t get enough’, budding in seconds territory of riches
Still, we stand tall for them
Like smiling citizens, admiring to fight for free
Truth? Even running water came to rebuke the abundance corruption in our warm village
It is something more, maybe of the depths? Maybe we lost it?
Blurred it out, foots in dusty rallies
Confusing thousands, with uncertain rhythms
Like shadows terrified through the picture
Blueprint of Mercy
You dream a clean world, inventoryless.
No hunger, no masters.
No scars between hands; air tastes neutral.
Then kind faces apply toxic empathy, velvet fascism.
You wake, throat full of static, screaming.
In Aussie Gaols real men can be found standing for decency, the clemency resounds'
They intervene in bashings of younger men, there is more decency in stir; than
Among most pollos friends.. Mates i'm
Bowled over Lillie could not have hit
Me like this' Or marshy caught me out, you've
Really done the trick..' keeping young males safe from the worst acts of preds.'
Tonight i'll thank God..As I head off to bed
We can all learn something from real men
And 'true blues' hats off i demand it.' From
Real Australians the whole wotld through.'
The tortured remnants of horrors past,
ancient catacombs, collect their bones.
Marbled halls, stifle anguished screams,
amidst horrid, human honeycombs.
Haggard hearts heavy, must levy,
who's next to be fodder, for the feast.
Their ragged remains, that stain, still remain,
and lies empty, in the belly, of the beast.
"Woe to the weary," whiplashed whelps,
who must pick and choose, in death filled rings.
Sweet molasses, calloused classes,
still, must be vetted, by the King.
As for the King and his Court, no retort,
to their whims, that swim, in sorrowful silence.
They refuse to consort, as constructs support,
that the Crimson King...resorted to violence.
The years have gone by
The scars never healed,
You still think you won
The fight on the field
Laughing and smiling
As I hit the ground,
With your fist in the air
I will not forget that sound
You beat me, bruised me
Hit my every nerve,
Now I hear you have gotten
Just what you deserve
To this day, I am grateful
To have ever known you,
Otherwise I might have been
The greatest bully, too.
Nonchalantly some-
one put a "kick me" sign on
the back of your shirt
(Without you knowing)
And someone came up behind
you and kicked your can
A harbinger says:
No to sullying and to
Bullying, be warned
In the Seventies
We got away with things not
Allowed today 'K
My mistakes have taken a toll on me
In many aspects of my life
I no longer feel pretty without makeup on
Because i can see the secrets hidden under my skin
I no longer feel confident in revealing clothing
Because i know the insecurities lying underneath the remaining cloth
Mistakes are things you learn from
And I have learned plenty.
I have learned that i am not the person i think i am
Im a coward
I constantly hide my flaws while shaming other peoples
And i make myself into a different person so i can be liked,
Then make fun of those who are unique
Im a fool for ever thinking i was pretty
Because being pretty isn't just your face or your body
It's the thoughts and soul behind those things
The way you process a compliment, and how you respond
Or what you think when someone is different from you
These thoughts and actions show who you are, or who you are trying to be
And i have realized i have lost myself in this foreign body
This is not mine, I am a fake.
If there's no light, I'll create it.
If there's no fire, I'll make Warmth.
If kindness is lacking,
I'll gently place my hand on the wound.
If the ether is missing, I'll call it.
If the shelter is crumbling, I'll fix it.
If home is unreachable,
I'll build another with integrity and might.
If the joy is no longer, I'll find it.
If the spark is out, I'll light it.
If conciousness is gone,
I'll sit with you quietly to remember.
If the noise is too loud, I'll bring quiet.
If the quiet is too loud, I'll bring poetry.
If meaning is no longer present,
I'll remind you of how time and space aligned so we could look into each other
When the joke's begun, it made you tense
They like poking fun, at your expense
Then laugh till they're blue, and choke on phlegm
When they laugh at you, the joke's on them
So, laugh when they laugh, it's up to you
You can gaff the gaff, they put you through
Just brush off their snide, and cold reply
When hushed deep inside, you wanna cry
If I was a fuchsia flower you’d be kind to me
Watering my spirit with kindness and dreams
As you are not a people person it seems
When you are throwing shade and yelling
How you love plants is very interesting
You fuss over them lovingly giving
Yet soon as you see your flesh and blood
How your voice changes words low as mud
If people were plants you’d grow them well
Your plant romance is amazing like a spell
You speak kindly to your beloved greenery
Saving thorns for your kids to see and eat
Is it because plants don’t talk back
Is it because they are green not black
And you’re miserable inside you lack
The pink instincts with which to stack
Grow green words that indigo inspire
Float like butterfly with flowery desire
If you have such a green thumb especially
Why inspire numbness when you talk to me
Reverse Psychology...
Bad cop?
Good cop?
a COP out is a copout
Do NOT pout
Be about-
What it is about;
I need a drink.
But heck man, what do you think?
Is drinking too much
When out of touch?
such things, but whatever life brings...
We can still sing praise to our Lord Jesus Christ
I will NOT think twice.
In my life many things have "begotten" me divided
In two sided battles some tattle
Some grow rattles on their tails
Others become snails
I am a snake and I bite
I fight
And I just might have some good skin
Left for the taken
Call me a "wallet"
Friends called me an ATM
Been there done that when
There was NO such thing as sin
Just saying
Friend
In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
When the mirror shattered it took my vision
Eyes cut so deep my tears were red
Broken and despaired no light reached my eye
Reflecting on myself without a mirror
Appearances cost so much
Broken glass everywhere all I can feel is silver
I hate the fake me but they just want more
Silver ain’t good enough, they only want gold.
Said I was special but secretly despised me
Projecting their flaws onto me
I can’t blame them
Clown is a clown no matter how funny
A Carnival of carnivores
Eat the meat discard the bones
Wish someone would toss me some
But I am beyond repair
My name is mirror man
But not anymore
Who am I now?
Just a man?
Puppet, dolly,toy
Stringed and tied marionette
I’m not part of this
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