The tormenters tried to bully me.
I danced away, acting delighted.
This seemed to irritate them
But they teased others.
The rumor-mongers tried to guilt me.
I tossed their guilt into a burn pile
And lit it on fire after pouring on lighter fluid.
Their mouths flew open and down.
The instigators tried to make me feel badly about my past.
I took my own skeletons out and began to dance with them.
Part of my skeletons ran them down, attempting to dance with them.
It was the best time ever. I would not hesitate to do it again tomorrow.
Categories:
tormentors, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Hatred comes in many a grade.
Divergent backgrounds will leave some swayed.
Aggressors will rarely share the facts.
They hide and trawl and wait to attack.
Kindness is not found in their hearts.
Antipathy and malice tears them apart.
They look around for power to gain.
Depraved contending is now their game.
Rogues will come and rogues will go.
Sadistic victimizing is now their goal.
Awfully imply they test our decrees.
These fainthearted consignments are never pleased.
Categories:
tormentors, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Silent is the night
as the demon awakes
from his restless sleep
cursed of love and ridiculed of hate
he crawls on the floor of the earth
weeping the sorrows of the lost souls
choking back the tears that don't fall
with the screams of salvation from the innocent
its his beauty they don't call
the meek will inherit the grounds we walk
by turning the other face to face
as he howls to wake the dead
and march on our tormentors
and their very lost souls ...
Brooke Dylan
Categories:
tormentors, hurt,
Form: Quatrain
The bullet is on the tip of my tongue
Your heart is underneath the barrel of the gun
I’ll blow your HEART to pieces
With this:
A lethal word; a deathly weapon
I’ll watch you bleed to nothing
Shrivel, shiver with this:
An assassinating label; DEHUMANIZATION
Categories:
tormentors, angst, heart, heart,
Form: Free verse
After hatred entered the dreadful heart of some
Very wicked persons, they called the tormentors.
Those inhuman beings for some time have become
Our worst nightmare and our prosecutors.
They reveal a heart hard, appalling and unkind.
They paint our faces as bad, hideous masks
And they write our names with blood in people’s mind.
And none of them questioned the justice of their tasks.
In front of our home, under our window
Or across our room when night falls they remain.
Everywhere we go, like our own shadow
They follow. Our heart, they have filled it with pain.
They use occult forces to explore our mind,
Modify our thoughts and our sanity.
They searched our house, but nothing they could find
So our friends they bought for the complicity.
They tried to murder us. Day and night they harass,
Disturb, intimidate and even threaten us.
Also everywhere they try to embarrass
And then humiliate us creating so much fuss.
Killing an innocent is not so difficult.
What are they waiting for? Perhaps the agony
Is more enjoyable to members of this cult
Or have they realized the angels’ harmony?
Categories:
tormentors, sea, heart, night, heart,
Form: I do not know?