Best Bulling Poems
They taunt me one then the other
Push me—hurt pride—scattered books
Crying? Go cry to your mother
laughing with smug contemptuous looks
Dark musty locker room, stripping for gym
Shouting, snapping towels at each other’s rear
Vice principle comes by looking grim
His volcano erupts—we’re silent with fear
Growing into a body odd and disgusting
Face oily and breaking out
Cursed with tormented lusting
I give up—What’s this about?
My mother asks me over dinner that night
How was your first day of junior high?
Not wanting to upset her, I keep it light
It was even better than I hoped, I lie
6/4/22
It started with a simple sentace,
You worthless ugly brat.
Mental abuse turned physical.
Beacuse of this she stopped trying at school,
Beacuse she stopped trying she lost her friends,
Beacuse she lost her friends she became a easy target,
Beacuse she was a easy target she was picked on,
And words and notes turned to kicking and tripping and choking,
And beacuse of kicking and tripping and choking she fell into depression,
Beacuse she fell into depression she stopped being active,
Beacuse she stopped being active her parents yelled and screamed and hit,
Beacuse her parents yelled and screamed and hit she failed her school work,
Beacuse she failed her school work she was considered stupid,
Beacuse she was considered stupid she was hurt at school,
Beacuse she was hurt at school she didn't have a safe spot anymore,
Beacuse she didn't have a safe spot anymore she started cutting,
Beacuse she started cutting she started to believe the mean mean words,
The more she thought, the more she realized how true they were,
Beacuse they were true she decided to take her own life,
It sucks that that She,
Is me
I quickly turn a coner, and run so fast,
I look at the wall that towers above and realize I'm trapped,
I cover my face and fall to the ground,
With a snicker I suddenly realize I have been found,
My books are knocked from my hands, and I'm thrown to the floor,
I cry out, "STOP PLEASE NO MORE!"
I feel her hands agaist my throat, as I frantically gasp for air,
I close my eyes tight and hope it's just a nightmare,
I think about my parents, and the friends I've held so close,
I tug at her hands, but my movements are slowed,
I've been a target of hate for so many years,
Keeping the silence and holding back tears,
My vision gets blurry, everything turns a dull grey,
For she is the Hunter and I am her prey,
I realize this is my last battle,
And what's done is done,
Beacuse this is a battle,
That just can't be won.
I think about why me, why now, why?
With the world growing dark, I whisper goodbye.
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian.
Doomsday Clock
Beneath the shadow of the doomsday clock,
Where minutes to midnight linger and mock,
Humanity stands on a fragile dock,
Counting down seconds on nature’s stock.
For we have fools, so the wise often speak,
Holding the power that makes the future bleak,
With atomic fires, no shelter to seek,
Seven billion dreams could fade, silent and meek.
But from the ashes, hope can rise anew,
If hands unite under skies once again blue.
Generosity, like morning dew,
Can restore the morrow, fresh and true.
In the heart of a land far and wide,
Lies the chance to turn this perilous tide,
Where contributions can no longer be hidden,
A hopeful tomorrow, our ultimate guide.
Across the globe, a plea softly echoes,
Calling for heroes to deliver us from woes.
To every corner, the effort grows,
Paved with every act of kindness that flows.
This majestic earth, so vibrant and grand,
Demands we protect it, hand in hand.
From every mountain to every strand,
Together, for a future we had not planned.
The clock ticks still, near the stroke of fate,
Urging all to act before it’s too late.
With united hearts, we can create,
A world of love, leaving no room for hate.
A call to all, far and near,
To look beyond fear with a clear vision.
Our shared humanity holds dear,
The power to persevere and steer.
Toward a dawn of understanding and peace,
Where the ticking of doom may finally cease.
In unity, our efforts increase,
For a world reborn and forever released.
Words are seeds that grow and blossom,
Open doors,
Change the course,
The mouthpiece of the mind,
Intertwined with society,
Use case undefined,
Words depart as soon as they come,
Although,
Their meanings linger like a quiet echo,
A weight with every word,
People clueless to the true meaning,
A deeper meaning,
A meaning that can harm,
A pain that sorry can't mend,
A global obstacle,
A hole in our heart,
I didn't mean it,
Stop,
It's not like that,
Stop,
There's no reason for the commotion
Stop,
Thoughtless shouting,
Rambling words,
Wounds disguised as speech,
Mortifying speech,
Stop,
Hurting to feel better,
An endless cycle,
Normalized in our society,
Rooted in our veins,
But what if we paused?
What if we reconciled,
Took time to understand,
What if we planted better seeds,
Growing a garden of kindness?
A world where harm dissolves,
Where we choose light over dark.
It only takes a moment—
A single decision,
A second of thought.
Words can blossom beauty,
Or sow division.
Choose wisely.