Bullying Poems

Write a poem on how you feel when you get hurt, bullied, or laughed at... Has there been a time when you where alone... Write how you felt and share your experience to earn a trophy.

Advice:
Try to make it rhyme
You can try writing in third person
or first person will also due
Write your deep emotions that you felt
Put your emotions in a poem in other words

If you need some examples... check out my poetry


MUST BE YOUR OWN WORK!!!!!!!!!

"Write a poem about your experiences being bullied, and have fun!"

Okay, I'm a bit of a masochist, so I'll be back.

Sorry didn't mean it that way lol... I was trying to say that don't make this remind you off previous pain. Ya i edit... Thanks...

PS: Are you going to write a poem or where you sarcastic.

                                                           

like I said, I'm a bit of a masochist, so a masochistic poem is what your going to get.  With maybe, a romantic twist.

ok sounds great... I cant wait to read it

No Retreat No Surrender, Lightning And Thunder
(a true story)

Five against one
But I didn't run

They wanted money
But I had none

They claimed I stole their quarter
I never knew them in my life

They followed me across the street
They wanted to pick a fight

And so they did

Like the cowards they are
They are confident in their numbers

Alone, they are weak
But five against one, they are thunder

But I no retreat
I no surrender

They kicked, they punched
But nothing landed

They wanted to beat me to a pulp
But I had a supernatural advantage

I was lucky

Adults drove by
Looking but not helping

I felt the fear in their eyes
As they took sides, with my aggressors

And so the onslaughts continued
Their anger and confusion accrued

They couldn't fathom why
They couldn't win against just one dude

I could see the apprehension in their pupils
And their once loud roars become simple

I moved, I floated, I parried every attempt
They ganged up on me and surrounded me like a fence

But I no retreat
I no surrender

And I was rescued by a yellow bus driver

I went home
And never said a word to my parents

But I finally broke down and cried
It was my first time experiencing real hate and violence

And my heart broke

They never bullied me again
No one bullies me

I no retreat
I no surrender

And now after mastering my martial art
I am the lightning, I am the thunder

Really deep... I really like the repetition of the words i no retreat i no surrender it showed how strong you grew up to be. Nice Job, so far so good...

one lens of his glasses shattered but still spiderwebbing together.
bruises forming under his eye sockets.
blood curling over his lip, reddening his two front teeth.

the branch was bigger than his arm.
thin lean muscles strained, thin tense fingers pulled and shoulderblades caught the weight;
the dead wooden club swung sharply with all of his body and he stumbled.

when the parents tried to file charges no one could persuade him this was not how it happened.

so far so good guys!!!

Cant wait to read your poem i'm so anxious to read it :)

Stinging Silence


It was never the words they used that hurt.
The cavalier half baked insults they would spurt
From the tainted mouths of the sweetest angels like water on a hot summer's day.

I never cared about the expressions on their faces,
The almost frenzied look in their half dead eyes,
Using unadulterated force as a half baked disguise,
Pushing back against their demons who told them such lies,
Yearning for control in an uncontrollable world,
Wanting to break free and go places...

It was never them that hurt.
It wasn't the bruises, the names or the daily torn shirt,
It wasn't being huddled in a corner covered in dirt,
Praying to the god I no longer believe in,
Asking him "why can't they let me be?"

Until I realised;
It was never about me.

It was laying in my bed in the dark,
Alone with my thoughts,
The silent night ringing,
The realisation of my hypocrisy silently stinging.
I had it better than them,
I would be free.
I was not to be trapped in a place I was not meant to be.
How could I, a girl born with such privilege,
Not my money,
Not my means,
But my mind,
Judge those that the world so fondly pillaged?

I had a mind that I knew in the depths of my soul,
And still do,
That will lead me to the thing that they so desperately fight for,
Control.

I cried for them then,
And I cry for them now.
I give them the sympathy that life wouldn't allow,
And I wish every day that I could speak to them somehow.

But cest la vie,
Life will go on,
And I can only hope that the battle they fight will someday be won.

How do I enter it? Sorry I'm new here

do you have your poem ready? If you do you just reply to this competition by pressing the reply button on the bottom right corner of this webpage and then copy and paste your entry... I will then read all the poems thoroughly scan the poem, the one which sounds the best and is deep and inspirational wins a trophy. If you have any other questions feel free to ask.