Best Bully Poems

Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name change...now he's called "Scruff"

Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He...

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I had not been on another poetry site even a week
And l had already crossed paths with a bully 
A self appointed “Professor of Poetry” it seems
Who spewed out rude comments regularly

Now, I don’t know your name
So I will  call you Richard 
(DICK for...

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Twelve-year-old Cliff was moaning in his sleep.
Again--bad dreams of Bob the Bruiser who
lived right next door. Bob was a thug, a creep
who picked on smaller kids like Cliff and knew
on Monday mornings they’d have cash to steal,
lunch money for the week. He’d take it all.
Till...

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She is slowly slipping away, 
She sees no point laying waiting to decay,
Tired of the names shes starting to beleive,
The thought of leaving for good gives her relief,
Shell do anything just to get the slightest peace,
Were ever she goes shes used as a punching bag,
Shes...

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If you want to bully me, you'd better stand in line
And I'll warn you right up front, it's gonna to take some time
It's really not my fault, cause it's nothing that I do
The way that I attract every loser just like you

Heeee---yaaaaaaa!!!!...

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Thinking back when I was young
I still recall your bitter tongue 
you guys weren’t fooling anyone
behind those plastic smiles.

She felt the daggers in her back
and as she passed I heard you laugh
I’m sure she felt the aftermath
of your relentless wiles.

Your loyal cronies all stood by
and...

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Sparkle, sparkle little twink,
Who the heck you are I think.
How you love to rave and shout.
It matters not what it's about.

You think you look so big and scary,
But like most boars just big and hairy.
You're just making lots of noise,
Throwing fits like little boys.

You pick...

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you pick on the innocent
pray on the weak
leave the unwanted in your dust
harming all in your path

they go home
bruised and beaten
filled with tears
a lump in their throats

still breathing
still a love in their hearts 
yet they have more strength
than you ever will...

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Jabba the hut? Is that the best you can do?
I’ve been called a lot worse by better than you.

You say that I’m portly, then call me a troll.
No soup for you! Now give back your bowl.

I’m just kidding, offended I’m not.
Just let your bowl sit,...

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While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win.
Well, I’m a mother… so this...

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy blue crayon
in my right hand
Before me the ripped orange 
construction paper and 
a scattered image


Girl bully momentarily
reigned behind me
her face...

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Two Presidents convened on this date,
reportedly to negotiate, the end of the
war and Ukraine's fate..
Instead the President of the United States,
and his very arrogant running mate,
chose to publicly bully and intimidate,
cause that's how we "make America great."
President Zelensky didn't take their bait.
He's a man of...

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This poem is a metaphor about child abusers and abuse, bullying, and suicide.




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...

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Keeploving "This is "One Word" .Do you as a poet "Hear it as "Oneword"? I hear it ,and now you as a poet can hear it too?We need ,and can love again,and again,and again,love is not a sin! LOVE IS A REAL TRUE WAY TO...

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Roses are red
violets are blue
Your mouth is rubber
My feelings are glue
Why must you hate
I haven't a clue
Your narcissistic
Negative mind
Affects us too
Every time
Soon you'll find
Yourself alone
But before I go
I've got one more poem
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your words really f****** hurt...

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