Best Bullied Poems
Sometimes we all say things we don’t mean
Private thoughts to be kept inside that should never be seen
Then others join to be part of the scene
Using nasty words that are designed to demean
Scared to speak out for fear of ridicule
How can other people be so cruel
They join in because they think its fun
Not knowing the harm they do to anyone
Social media can be fun
But to those being bullied the damage is done
‘Do it, do it, just go away’
These are the words the bullies may say
Until one day the victim begins to crack
Those poisoned words can’t be taken back
Evntually they can take no more
And are found lifeless on the bedroom floor
Then those who mock and those who scorn
Turn up at the funeral of those who they now mourn
So think before another word you say
Because the bullied may not be able to face another day
Edited for Premier Contest #7 Sponsored by Skat A
2/2/14
Inspired by the death Caitlin Alker (aged 18) who was bullied on social media and tragically took her own life.
The buzzards picked my bones apart,
the only thing left was my bleeding heart.
They buried me deep then dug me up ,
I guess I wasn't dead enough.
They buried me again and left me to be,
in pain I was left whilst my heart still bleeds.
I only wanted to be just me,
but the buzzards wouldn't let it be.
They gathered around to pick my bones,
I pleaded with God to take me home.
He scooped me up and made me whole,
and gave me wings as white as snow.
Taken
My own life
Buried 6 feet under
Under the humiliation
Under the laughter
Under the teasing
Under the thought that I am less of a person
That I am less of person
That I should be less of me
My casket is a broken cocoon
My mind finally at peace
My parents siblings and family all stand to there feet
The gospel is spoken
I'm lifted up to heaven
When I've awoken
I'm just back in hell again
It's been twenty (20) years going on forever since I'd been bullied around. It seemed that this devastating event would never go away; it was going to haunt me for the rest of my natural life. On that morning in September 1998 ("Raw Is War " and "WWF Break Down: In Your House") at Thomas Tolbert Elementary School, I was eating breakfast until a group of then-kids circled me and then they put me down on the ground. Those then-kids then started beating me up, making fun of me because I had autism, because I was in Special Education, and because they felt like it. They made me cry, they started mocking me, and made fun of me for their entertainment, their amusement, and for their self-gratification. I'm still thinking about what those then-kids did to me back at Thomas Tolbert Elementary School every day for the last seventeen-and-a-half (17 1/2) going on eighteen years. They'd broken me, they took every ounce of my self-respect and my dignity, and almost everything else. I'm still haunted by the beating I had endured, even to this day. Those then-kids back in the fifth grade had devastated me by beating me up for no reason, and I will not forgive them. And not only these then-kids from September 1998 ("Raw Is War" and "WWF Break Down: In Your House") hurt me, they did it publically, they did it on purpose, and they made a complete mockery out of me, and I won't forgive them for beating me up. They don't deserve my forgiveness and I hope they rot and burn in the giant pit of inferno for the rest of their so-called "fabulous"/miserable lives. I hope the same thing doesn't happen to anyone else.
A 60 second embrace, held too long
A kiss on the forehead, felt so wrong
Add more bullets to my long list of regrets
You are one of a kind, I’ve thrown all my bets
Not too shabby for a drunk
A carnal request I wished I should not have dunked
The refusal was clear
My humiliation, felt worse than fear
Now I stir myself with sadness
Hoping this is just a mental illness
Feeling pathetic must have been the new cancer
Funny how chemotherapy can’t find a cure
My brain needs an overhaul
Looked away from the man who stole
Stealing my heart is a clichéd understatement
Losing my self is appropriately my new predicament
So I have to ponder
While Crouching in my white tee on a corner
Why do I worry of things I can’t change?
Don’t you think it’s the only thing that’s STRANGE?
Fell for a schmuck with a crowning smile
My poor choices, his firm denial
Cupid must have missed his arrow
Or was it destiny who’s missed a sparrow?
Time blurs images of the past
Past leaves traces that shadows can’t cast
After this I have to close my eyes
Waiting for the next wolf to worship my dice
A game of catch, I’ve reached for air
The wrong signs lead me to nowhere
Let me say you are so good to savor
But damn, breaking you now makes me better.
I walk everyday
down the hall in
fear, feeling like
prey.
Praying these girls
will stop bullying me !!
Why do you guys
hurt me all the time.
Punching me,
scratching me,
and giving me
black eyes.
If it's not physical,
you guys mentally
abuse me...
And I'm scared
to death !!
Thoughts of suicide
all in my head.
What am I do
when I can't take
it anymore...
And no one's there
to help me, mend
what has been torn.
Written by:
Yammillet Fournier
& Poet Shi
Tears trickled from Rudolph's eyes; his nose was crimson red
He'd been bullied by cruel reindeer, and to Santa Claus he said,
"The others laughed and called me names, so it came to blows."
Santa said, "It's ok, Rudy. I just fed the real bullies to the crows."
~ December 23, 2021 ~
A Funny Christmas Themed 4-Liner Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Because I was smart,
I was bullied,
Because I was bullied,
I was hurt,
Because I was hurt,
I grew weak,
Because I grew weak,
I couldn’t speak,
Because I couldn’t speak,
I was alone,
Because I was alone,
I couldn’t take it,
Because I couldn’t take it,
I was crazy,
Because I was crazy,
I grew suicidal,
Because I grew suicidal,
I grew homicidal,
Because I grew homicidal,
I begin to kill,
Because nobody cares about my hurt or how I feel,
They thought it was a joke but now it’s real.
confidence
self assured, poised
unassuming, leading, persuasive,
leader, parent, loner, bully
bragging, disparaging, lambasting
begrudging, angry
lack of
They tell you what to do,
They decide who you are,
They tell you how to think,
They take it way too far.
They pick all of your friends,
If you're allowed any at all,
They push you down,
You can't break the fall.
They keep digging at you,
Kicking you when you're down,
No one helps you recover,
That's why you always wear a frown.
They won't leave you alone,
Their agression fails to subside,
Physically or not,
The forms of bullying are all allied.
You don't know what to do,
You can't decide who you are,
You are told how to think,
It's going way too far.
You've got limited friends,
If you have any at all,
You've been pushed down,
There's no way to break the fall.
You've had enough of them digging at you,
They keep kicking you when you're down,
You need help to recover,
To stop that horrid frown.
You want to be left alone,
You want their agression to subside,
Whether they hit you or not,
The bullies are all allied.
You no longer care anymore,
The pain is just too much,
You separate yourself,
From the bullies and their clutch.
Alone in your room,
You believe, is the safest place to be,
Forget school and going out,
It will soon work out, you'll see.
You need to talk about it,
Tell someone who's in power,
Bullying must be stopped,
In this week, this day, this hour.
All I want to do is punch, and kick, and scream, and rip my hair, and tear at my clothes as I fall to the ground wracked
and enveloped in silent screams that have gone on deaf ears. Too afraid.
Too ashamed.
Of what?
Because of this. The past, the hairline scars
only I can see in a blazing red burning into my flesh like lava, constant. A thrumming
phantom ache.
Almost as tormenting as the ghosts of the memories, and the memories I’ve changed to better suit me, and their remains.
Like a frankenstein and whispering in my ringing ear all the things that my silence drowns out. - Peace.
Not today but eventually cease,
something to change to drown out the - Peace.
Not in the virtuous hold but in the gratuitous embrace of a chance to see - Peace.
To not think because I don’t want those dangerous daggers piercing behind my eyes
and through my skull. Thinking stops.
Though gaping wounds and hairline fractures
blazing in red to my own eyes fester, the chance to open the cracks so to let it out.
Cleanse my wounds and let them scar over in a blazing red, as if to say
“I have survived”
As I walk along the corridor
My hands at my sides
Looking at the bully
His hands big and wide
He makes a massive fist
And punches me in the face
I hit the ground harshly with a solid punch
For my words they did no good
Tried to walk away
But I never really could
His arm is stretched out wide
Ready to go again
I close my eyes tight and then I count to 10
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10….BOOM
The taste of red filled my mouth
As it leaked all over the floor
I had lost a couple of teeth and of this yes im shore
The pain was like fire that torched you if you touch
Now im lying on the floor bleeding out my guts
Kicking and punching my stomach
He showed no remorse
As the hits just kept on coming I slowly lost some tears
I was like a dog crying for mercy
But none was ever showed
Chocking on my blood finally there came the blow
He punched me right in the temple
And the pain just went away as my soul left my body
I slowly drifted away
If looks could kill
They probably will
Given from evil eye
You either fight or run and hide
You may have not done anything wrong
They think you are weak and they are strong
They stand tall
And you stand so small
Sometimes misunderstandings
Can be so demanding
They don't want to hear your point of view
And you may do too
One thing is for sure it won't ever win someone's heart
What's the use of falling out and ripping each other apart
You don't so much feel physical pain but mental pain that can be worse
That's what really hurts
Bullies come in all sizes at work and in school
They can't see themselves as others do they think they cool
Once you take the bait
It's too late
And although you struggle you've been hooked
Your name is top of the list in their children's book
If you fight back
They'll be back
With a gang of friends
You're outnumbered and the story doesn't end
They are so dumb their skull is an empty place
Their low intellect has no respect by the looks on their smiling face
A lot has to do with upbringing and environmental learned behaviour
Sometimes movies and TV or what they have seen they savour
I'd have thought the teachers would have by now had sorted things
And some have tried their eyes wide open or blind to the stings
With cyberbullying sadly on the increase and there's no one to confined
Heartbroken ridiculed embarrassed feeling worthless many take their lives
Maybe parents should take more notice of what they are doing and watching
Social media and social sites should take more responsibility it's so shocking
Kids today are always fighting or pretending to do
If bullying can happen to me then it can happen to you
It's an epidemic infecting disease and with little chance of cure too.
People say bite your tongue, I say kiss my ____!
I will not force my anger deep inside
Shouldn't have started ____ if you didn't want ____!
But if, your feeling froggy, please just jump.
You will see, that I will never back down.
Maybe, it will be best, if you backed up.
Or, I can just lay you out, whichever.
It's your fault, if you just kept your mouth shut
Then, you wouldn't be laying there crying.
Wishing, you had just listened from the start.
I truly hope, your lesson was learned.
And, if not you better count your blessings
You will, think twice before _______ with me again!
Its to bad, how you thought your ____ didn't stink.
Now we all know your nothing but a clown.
But I hope, God has mercy on your soul.
5/22/2017
The laughter long gone
Was happy and wild
Confidence undone
Now a sad little child
Bullies so evil and cruel
Poor kid too scared to go to school
That dreaded walk of the damned
Day begins with being poked and slammed
Then never ending abused and put downs
Kid’s mock and wicked laughter resounds
“Better not tell anyone, or worse will come”
“You’re a waste of a human being, total scum”
“Why not kill yourself, you don’t belong”
“You’re weird, no one likes you, now run along “
The smart joyful child now vanished
Rosy cheeks now so pale
A sad shell of his former self
The once energetic kid, now seems frail
Finally had enough, the parents are told
To school they go with anger barely controlled
The teachers they berate and scold
The bullies are warned and their parents informed
The days that follow, the bullies seem reformed,
Slowly but surely bad days are left behind
Now joyful playtime, and new friends are made
Cheerful child has returned, with a happy mind
Glad to go to school, no longer afraid
(A quick poem I penned today, let me know if its any good or not)