Funny Bullying Poems | Examples
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This tale is about Pickle Onion Percy
Who is besotted with a little cocktail pickle called Tracy Tickle
Many hours are spent together chatting and laughing
On a warm soft fresh slice of rye pumpernickel
Now, Percy is known for being somewhat fickle
He is poor and only possesses a nickel
He is the target of Asparagus and Gherkin… who take the mickle
Who harass and bully him …. As tears down Percys face do trickle
Truth is , Gherkin and Asparagus also fancy the sweet Tracy Tickle
Though she thinks they are bullies and so very mean
Both tall ,weird and lumpy looking
And horrible shades of green
Tracy Tickle only has eyes for Percy Pickle
Asparagus and Gherkin actually make her feel quite sickle
Percy is sweet, funny and kind
Tracy desperately wants to become Mrs Pickle!
by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest
Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'
Altercations most have caused elation.
How come "Semitic" be "anti-Semitic"! Give me a break shall yeah
they always ask me to stay a little longer,
as if laughter came from my skin.
as if I could be unlonely
just by making sure no one else is.
I fill the room,
and yet I’m never
in it.
they love me most
in photographs cropped at the waist—
in group chats
where I type like a mirror
and vanish like fog.
I am the pause before the pretty one speaks.
I am the arm wrapped around her waist.
I am the voice that steadies the silence
but never stirs the heart.
boys tell me I’m safe,
like a bed they’ll never sleep in.
they laugh
and I laugh
and my laugh
is a little too practiced.
I know how to fold desire
into a joke
before anyone sees it.
I know how to be background,
the warm blur,
the easy comfort
you never imagine kissing.
and still—
when I cry
it’s always quietly.
as if I don’t want
to make anyone
uncomfortable.
I could be your clown
if you wanted me to be
tell you a joke on a rainy day
Id do anything for a laugh
Jump up and down
make funny faces
Tell you Nursery rhymes in Spring
Build you a Snowman in Winter
Id even swing on the washing line
I could be your best friend
Life is sad
Its too staggered
like butterflies wings
in air turbulence
it is too grievous
Sometimes life can be peaceful
And Sometimes it can be quite
You can even hear the needle drop
What is so funny?
Sometimes life can be full of drama
And Sometimes it can be stressful
When is this pot getting hot?
The bomb has exploded,
As the seas collide
And the tree bears its fruit
The world is watching
As the river becomes full
And the grass is getting greener
The world would be amazed
A book is becoming a reality,
Sometimes life can be wonderful
And Sometimes it can be loveable
You can even hear your own voice
Hilarious it is
Sometimes life can be full of achievements
And Sometimes it can be accomplishments
When is this pot getting hotter?
The bomb has exploded.
What are you doing?
What are we supposed to do?
How are they growing,
Where will you go?
Thought of something?
You did nothing ,
Things are lost;
Can’t bear the cost?
People think, you are frustrated
Can’t they think it not funny
Don’t go harsh , they are careless;
Realize that its just agony.
This poem is for whomever is messing with
my lines and cadence on some of my
rhyme poems and a few others on the
Poetry Soup site. I sincerely apologize to
whoever reads my work and likes it. Those
that have been reading me for awhile know
what's up. If I cared enough about the foolishness I'd make a complaint but I have
a feeling it won't go anywhere. I'll just say this instead. Do you not have anything better to
do with yourself/selves? Lol smh
Whoever is responsible should be ashamed.
Carry on
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You can jumble my words but I rise for
it is meant for them to see
It's all about the words not an ego or
whoever wants to block little me
Seeing is believing & I can see hate makes
people do silly things
I'm obviously a bell in a hollow mind & you
can't wait for me to ring
Do something else with yourself instead of
taking aim at a target
I guess followers will do anything because
being a leader is the hardest
A matador to lame saboteurs looking for
a response in the red
I'm laughing so I guess you'll try again
if this is how you make your bread
Well lammy he got slammy..' while karma hopes to be
Jammy.? cause in the past there were caustic blasts.'
I don't think Mr Trump really thinks thats funny? Yet
The man has never returned that trick, maybe he was busy
Making money.? Of course he could not be fair and strong
Just take a look at (the drainstrems song!) and dance.?
Their whole climates not too sunny.' Only dark clouds on their
Charts' bad attitude.' With eyes and noses runney.. those cry
Room kings and queens we hear.? Them loud, yet not so clear.' Look! We know lifes not.! All milk and honey.' I would
Advuse for calm and indeed respect.' Ask that all might recognise
The fact Americas choice.) Is to rebuild both hope and faith.'
They want to live in uplands once again more free and sunny.)
An orange face disguises my white independence
For saying stupid hurtful things that make no sense
I will win the day
And make them pay
Like when I let them almost hang Mike Pence!
If I lose the election for president, it’s jail
Promises to take care of women shall fail
Like it or not
Their wombs can rot
Pray I win my quest for the Holy Grail
by I Am Anaya
Donald’s makeup man gives him quite a sunset glow
Is Trump in some weird GOP minstrel show?
Orange the new black face
An otter from otter-space
Just how far will this dumb joke have to go?
by RG
Naughty Children
Naughty children pick their nose's
And smear their clothes
Playful and mischievous
They belong to Jesus
Naughty kids are fast kids
They catch butterflies
With big smiles they show you
How quick their fingers are
Naughty children jolly play
Even in the cold
They don't get distressed
They chew yummy gum
Naughty kids climb
Are always up and down
With a lot of smile about
Laughing happily when they fall.
Naughty kids like
Movies and toast
Do not disturb
On their full stomachs.
Naughty kids kick
Everything broken
They run away
With fast legs soon.
Naughty children show
You how to forgive
With their wet cheeks
After you shame their bottom.
Naughty kids share
Anything together
And raise to adults
They cutely greet.
Haughty children
Are the brats rude
Who count teeth and
Mind the business of adults.
Jeff the three-legged worm
they weren’t his legs
but legs that he’d found
from old bits of twig
just scattered around
he once saw a centipede
who laughed and made fun
of a young and shy Jeff
stuck on his tum
but Jeff swam through soil
and the centipede saw
staring in wonder
amazement and awe
the twig legs put by now
but kept just in case
although Jeff seems ok
from the beam on his face
Do not call me a freak
Loser nerd or even geek
You may think it's funny but
It's like you punched me in the gut
Words painful and very sharp
More hurtful every time you drop
Worse ones every time you speak
You really know how to leak
The most unkind damaging
Remarks that are vanishing
My self worth as I grieve
In sorrow - I believe
Your foul derogatory
Words and your not even sorry
That I cry and hang my head
Knowing everything you said
Hurts me to the very core
They are like a deadly claw
Leaving marks all over me
How can I just make you see
I am so much more than you
Are calling me, so get a clue
If you would just take a glance
Or give me a second chance
You will find I have lots
More inside me than the shots
You throw at me everyday
I am more in every way
New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious
for walking way too fast, not moderately:
it's seen as an unpleasant remark;
tourists keep thinking to themselves,
" They're funny! " It's a stereotype they mock,
" Do New Yorkers ever rush to Central Park? "
An outsider asked a stern policeman,
" Why is everybody running? "
" Is the President coming? "
And the cop stared at him saying,
" You are an outsider, not so lean,
catch up to the marathon race:
they are rushing for the train:
they are going to their working place! "
And the shocked red-neck with a freckled,
peachy, round face grinningly replied,
" I never knew they raced like wild horses
to catch a train; we Southerners take our time,
and stress less, we play songs in our guitars
and drink lots of whiskey, we never walk a mile! "
How could the unamused officer take offence and contain his disdain...
when the naive dude offended every New Yorker?
His reply was a shock to the poor guy on naproxen,
" Run like them before I throw you in jail, or take the Southern Border! "
Note: No pun is intended, it's only to spike up some humor!
I once thought you were powerful
Elusive
As smart and as quick as Dracula himself
You kept me with your gaze
And your wanton touch
Shiny things a little at a time
kept me like a worm on a hook
But after awhile I saw the truth
You are no vampire
You are a mosquito