Bully School Poems | Examples
These Bully School poems are examples of School poems about Bully. These are the best examples of School Bully poems written by international poets.
The years have gone by
The scars never healed,
You still think you won
The fight on the field
Laughing and smiling
As I hit the ground,
With your fist in the air
I will not forget that sound
You beat me, bruised me
Hit my every nerve,
Now I hear you have gotten
Just what you deserve
To this day, I am grateful
To have ever known you,
Otherwise I might have been
The greatest bully, too.
Why are you fat you should be thin
Your house smells just like a rubbish bin
You are a nerd ho what a geek
God you’re disabled you a bloody freak.
Your clothes are cheap from a charity shop
Ho look you’re crying I’m not going to stop.
I’m enjoying this it’s the best fun I’ve had
You’re an orphan with no mum or dad.
Now get away and stay away for me
Better still go hang from a tree.
HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO WHAT I JUST SAID
YOU DONT BELONG HERE GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD.
THATS RIGHT GET LOST DONT WALK RUN
WHAT ME A BULLY NO IM JUST HAVING FUN.
Mum I can’t go to school today I’m not very well
Mum I can’t go to school I’m sick can’t you tell.
Mum I can’t go to school today I will go when I’m better
Mum I can’t go to school today you have to send a letter.
Mum I can’t go to school today I have lost my P.E kit
Mum I can’t go to school today the teacher will have a fit.
Mum I can’t go to school today don’t ask me why
Mum I can’t go to school today if I do I will only cry.
Mum I can’t go to school today I cannot tell you why
Mum I can’t go to school today please I don’t want to die.
Mum I can’t go to school today there is blood on my shirt
You see mum every time I go to school two boys bully me and I get hurt.
super teachers expect all students to follow the golden rule
they do not want even one to act like a bully-fool.
Picking on others and making them cry is only fun
For a really sad child whose life has been horrible, son.
Children who are not treating others kindly, teachers have to know.
They sometimes can help a child whose life has been a low-blow.
They want everyone to be in a win-win situation
So the class can run like a family at a happy celebration
Toby liked to bully Abigail
He would often try to make her wail
Whenever she passed
Although she ran fast
He would always grab her pony tail
One day Toby planned what he would do
Then snuck up behind her with some glue
He smeared it in her hair
But Abbie wasn’t there
The teacher’s got a pony tail too
29 November 2022
Contest : Children’s Limericks
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A teacher's not a truth or dare
But they might tell a lie.
A teacher's not a punch or kick
But they can make you cry.
A teacher's not a bubble
But they shower or bath.
A teacher's not a comedian
But they can still make you laugh.
A teacher's not the dark
But they can be just as scary.
A teacher's not a pet
But can be just as hairy.
A teacher's not a flower
But can be as thin as a stem.
A teacher's not a word
But there's a meaning for them.
A teacher's not a bully
Which I'm happy about.
A teacher's not a toddler
But they scream and shout.
A teacher's not the sun
But they might feel hot.
And that is everything
A teacher's not!
Written January 2005
My first poem in response to a class poetry
challenge. The beginning of my poetic journey.
Every child should immediately go back to school
Not endorsed by any learned people I know
But our new dictator is clearly a fool
An unlearned bully who is running the show.
He is threatening to take away school’s money
If we do not place our children at risk of virus death.
What do educated epidemiologists know anyway, honey?
Too bad it’s our children who will take their last breath.
student
open, willing
listening, observing, watching
satisfaction, successful, aimless, unfulfilled
distracting, annoying self-serving
close-minded, uneducated
bully
I was the new kid at school in grade five
I didn’t know a soul, nobody knew I was alive
I had snazzy new shoes that were lime green
Looking back they were borderline obscene
It was way before vibrant green was in fashion
Yet I looked quite outstanding and ready for action
Especially when I wore them with my purple dress
My loose red curls and freckles sure to impress
I don’t recall anyone making fun of me
Except maybe that one big mean bully
She was probably jealous of my lime green shoes
Sometimes I dreamt of landing her a bruise
In the school yard giving her a shoe imprint or an elbow
Ah! my shoes immortalized forever in my class photo
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Sourpuss People
Sourpuss people are the opposite of sweet
And can turn a sunny day into mincemeat.
Their smiles are forced and bitterly insincere,
Revealing no sense of humour or good cheer.
They sneer and wink and chatter behind your back
And rain on your parade every chance they get,
Complaining and griping about this and that
While arguing with nothing good to extract.
Their cold hearts are mean because they seek power
And bully others like they’re chopped liver.
And though it’s wrong to get mad and retaliate,
Sometimes lines are drawn when there’s no other way.
It’s incorrect behaviour to fight with them
Because others might not see the difference.
They sat beside each other
in a classroom long ago;
he says he had a crush on her,
she says she did not know.
Now their footsteps softly echo
in the hallways where they walked;
school house walls, were they not silent,
would divulge the words they talked.
Old bully Time, pushing , shoving,
maneuvering our lives along;
once looking back, we wonder . . .
was this the right choice or the wrong?
Yesterday. he did not speak a word,
silence-- struck dumb by boyish fears;
he went his way, she went her own-
counting twinned rosaries of tears.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 4-20-2014
To this day,
the boy who use to bully me in school still takes my lunch money.
On the plus side,
he does make a great subway sandwich for me.
*
..ah yes, karma can be very sweet.
Everyday they would encircle and torment me.
I was the victim of every elementary and high school bully.
Eventually however they would come to accept me,
then altogether we would torment the victim that came after me.
Regrets From My Youth. I owe so many an apology.