Bullying Poems | Examples of Bullying Poetry

I have said with pride all my life, "I am an American!" We will always be on your side. Embarressment and shame, Fill me every day. Murder and hate crimes increase with no release in sight. Failing abysmally with our...

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She came down screaming, cloaked in flame, A bolt of spite, no soul to tame. From hilltop high she cast her spell— The art of slander, taught too well. They built her shrines in whispered breath, In gossip’s grip, they danced with death. Her tongue, a blade that cuts...

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How come "Semitic" be "anti-Semitic"! Give me a break shall yeah...

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If love is a battlefield Sarcastic words are launched like glass hand grenades Shattering her dignity, she's bruised, battered and afraid When coming home fills her with a dreadful trepidation When her words walk on eggshells trembling in expectation Chorus If love is a battlefield then, somethings not right Home should be a safe haven, not cut like a knife Oh, if love is a battlefield and there's a cry...

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The Failure It is about vanity, a need to see one's name in print The shortest of glory, five seconds, ten? Switch off at that point of glory, and the fame can last until someone else demands to use the tablet  A book of poetry, published in a small town in India  61 pages, and the editor and owner of the...

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Whispers spread behind my back, Like poison in a winding track. To speak of me when I’m not near Is coward’s way, and crystal clear. I’m far from perfect, that you know— But dragging me down steals your glow. Words like knives, they cut and tear, Leaving wounds that aren’t fair. Respect begins where silence ends, Not with betrayal dressed as friends. If you have...

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songer.co/song/epzclpaimyh9s5cai9h5ub15 [Verse 1] I cried in the kitchen, you looked through me I asked for your heart, you gave me your need I stayed through the silence, through cold and pretend But love isn’t love when it won’t let you in [Pre-Chorus] I held it together, threadbare and torn You only looked up once the feeling was gone [Chorus] You miss me now, but you...

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songer.co/song/pkxe5d33ackl9jknz4ucezf1 [Verse 1] She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break, Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache, Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell, She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t need your love, don’t want your name, She lights the match and walks through...

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They said, “You’ll never change the stream, Your plans are just a restless dream.” But stones don’t fear the water’s voice - they stand, they hold, they make the choice to shape the flow, not drift away. Around me, currents laughed and spun, the gifted boats sailed in the sun. Yet in the deep, I learned to stay, to read the tides, to...

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You were not born of ivory halls, nor cradled in the velvet silence of empire. You were fireborn— from the coal-scented dusk of a railway station, where teacups bore the dreams of the underfed. We remember, because you were once one of us. Your hands held steam, not scepters— yet rose to cradle Gujarat like a child. And lo, from its weary bones you...

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I tried God, I f***ing tried. To be liked. To be easy. To be the kind of girl they don’t talk about once she leaves the room. Smiled soft, spoke sweet, let the sharp edges hide beneath skin. Held their secrets. Held my breath. Held it together when they left. They called me fake for being kind. Called me a b*** for standing still. Said I was cold — because I didn’t beg. And...

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He met me in dream I found my face wet with tears Departed father...

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from the news A tomato met a non-tuber plant  sweet music a birth to what is known as potatoes, these days also called fries Just think if the tomato had not  been so unfaithful trying it on with any passing plant What would  our diet be like  without the beloved spud  I read this in a paper that extols the free press With the mild hand...

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Ghanaians are beating The drum of shame For Nigerians Which they will later dance to Calling Nigerians in Ghana All sorts of names, due to some misunderstanding Now they're promoting hate just because of mistakes. Ghanaians are on the street Creating scenarios Nigerians the villains Forgetting they triggered it Forgetting what their Ghanaians Are doing to Nigerians as well No country without...

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Too many opinions. Too many people sharing their minds. Is it too hard to sit and think before you speak? Don’t you think our own conscience cuts us down enough? Or maybe you don’t care. Little do you know, I am my hardest critic. I want to do my best, yet my best isn’t enough....

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