My Best Friend
Flashes of my past,
Come back to me.
Everytime I blink,
A vision appears.
The first one is,
When I was at my old school,
Getting bullied.
The next one,
I was being bullied,
And the teachers didn't stop it.
Then,
I was at the park,
Getting picked on by older guys.
Next the vision came,
So fast,
I passed out.
While I was passed out,
Visions of when I was bullied,
Swam in my head.
One of getting punched,
One of getting called names,
One of getting tripped.
One of getting ran over,
And one of my friend,
Helping me up.
She always helped,
And always stood up,
To the bullies.
She protects me,
Because of,
Two simple things.
One I'm weaker than her,
And two,
We've been friends for a long time.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Top Honors
I 'use' to wish this,
But I didn't attend...
Or graduate,
Like a few I once knew...
From the,
'Do What You Can To Impress Me School'.
And I was bullied and bullied too.
Back then we were taught,
That's what kids do.
So if it does appear that I am uncouth,
Well...
Attribute that to my rude and inconsiderate attitude.
And I know it's not cool,
But trust me...
Where I come from challenges are confronted,
There were few I knew who chose to run.
That was not done.
And I was among those students,
Who fought to receive top honors.
With a validating of my street props.
And no tears did I then drop,
Since mom and pop use to brag...
About butts they kicked,
To have the bulleying stopped.
Hey,
In those days...
Children played and competed,
On many levels of reality to face.
With a learning how in this world...
To grow.
And up,
In an environment of hands-on teachers,
With fists to leave unmistakable lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When will it all end
Teachers not understanding,
Principals being stupid,
Guys making fun of me,
Heart breaks,
Love,
Guys asking me out,
Family problems,
Barely any money,
Bullied,
Being too young for anything,
Accidents,
Hospitals,
Broken toes and fingers,
Writers block,
No love,
Running away from problems,
Crying,
Pain,
Friends going away,
No good grades,
Jocks,
Guys,
Exes,
Homework,
No one doing anything to stop the bullying,
Having to count on my mom for things,
Having to count on the fucking principal for everything,
Jokes,
Rumors,
School,
The fucking vice principal being a dick,
No games,
No fun,
When will it all end?
Will it end,
When I die,
Or when I kill myself?
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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The Scales Of Life Balance
Everything I did
when I was at school
was worthwhile at the time.
Even when I would take
the piss out of the teachers
Even when I was being bullied
I tried hard.
Sometimes I would play truant
with my friends
and we would hang around
the golf course and smoke hash
and drink Buckfast tonic wine
or Carlsberg special brew.
When I left school and
started work, that's when everything
went wrong for me, well not
everything, there were also good
things that happened.
Good, bad
Bad, good
Mostly good though
Everything balanced out in the end.
poem by Andrew Matthews
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Don't Be Bullied By A Fool
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Bite your lip unball your fists,
And resist the thought of it...
To do a walk away.
That's right don't fight.
Just do a walk away.
And that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
They'll have their day one day.
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
And abort it.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mom, You Didn't Know
Mom you didn't know
How hard it was for me to take this journey
Mom you didn't know it was a hard time in school
the fear of getting bullied,
the shame when I can't answer our teacher
the feeling of being isolated, alone, neglected
Mom you haven't knew that, you didn't know how i feel
But I couldn't just tell you
I know you had a lot of things to think of
I don't want to be an added burden to you
I love you Mom,
I hope you were there at those times
But its all okay Mom
It turned up to be okay
After all, there's God all the time
This is the best thing you did in my life
to make me know God
to let me grow in Him
I am stronger now, but not of my strength but of His
Everything was His arrangement
He probably had allowed you not to be with me most of the time that I may learn to trust on Him.
Mom it's okay you didn't know because now,
I'm trusting HIM.
poem by Rouge Groer
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I think a lot of young kids at school are very conscious of trying to keep credibility in case they kind of stand out in a crowd and get bullied by trying to stay cool and stuff. And my whole thing, all the way through school, was I was just a goof... I didn't care.
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I've been actually really very pleased to see how much awareness was raised around bullying, and how deeply it affects everyone. You know, you don't have to be the loser kid in high school to be bullied. Bullying and being picked on comes in so many different forms.
Love at First Sight
I don't know why I cry.
I don't know why I feel this inside.
Just by hearing your voice I fell in love.
You made my heart soar like a snow white dove.
Just by seeing your picture.
You made my vision clearer.
I've searched for love for so long.
Not knowing what I was doing was wrong.
I've tried to love so many guys.
All that did was bring tears to my eyes.
My dad passed away,
I didn't want to go another day.
I don't know what to do.
We just met and I'm madly in love with you.
Because of you I finally felt.
That I could finally be myself.
Before I was bullied in school.
Because no one thought the real me was cool.
I was so different no one understood.
I started to think I would never be anything good.
I changed my likes in music.
I started acting really stupid.
I changed my entire style.
I started to act crazy and wild.
I did it to be the same.
Not realizing the fake me was really lame.
I saw your picture and in that glance.
I realized it was I could give real me a chance.
I knew when we met.
That you would take my breath.
All the words in the world could never describe.
The way you make me feel inside.
I love to look you in the eyes.
And say 'I love you' without any dumb lies.
we go through struggles here and there.
But to me our struggles show we care.
I want your child oh so much.
Seth I know that we are meant to be.
No one could ever make me this happy.
You electrify me in just one touch.
I could write this poem for eternity.
It still wouldn't explain how much you mean to me.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Giving Innocence
You created the fences.
And constructed the walls.
You put up all of your defenses,
While in the midst of conflicts...
And initiating those brawls.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
You created the fences.
And constructed the walls.
You put up all of your defenses,
While in the midst of conflicts...
And those brawls.
In the past when you bullied it seemed much fun.
You undermined many and you saw some run.
You picked your enemies with a consciousness done.
And now you want to sit to complain about it.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
As if you were the innocent one in the mix.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
And nothing innocent about it you can convince.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
You caused the riffs and conflicts.
Giving innocence.
And nothing innocent about it you can convince.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Their Own Way They Get
I've been called all kinds of ITs and THATs
Throughout my life.
And I remembered being bullied...
By those who have done prison time.
To be released quoting scriptures...
With a sense of being close to God,
Now...
All the time!
But I've always discovered others,
Who pass judgements on family, friends...
And their sisters and/or brothers,
As some of the most insecure people...
Walking the face of the Earth.
They would not know what to do,
If left alone for five minutes.
Or can sit in quietness to pray.
These busy bodies have been spoiled,
To have things go their way.
Until in their own way they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wasn't being bullied at school at this point. I had a group of friends, and I was isolated because I wasn't communicating with my parents. I wasn't telling them what I was going through.
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What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
To cry in public, not just to himself.
What lacrimatic views must pierce his eye,
unleashed by secrets hidden on that shelf?
For men have places, locked away from all
who try to find the weaknesses within.
A sanctuary, with the wherewithall
to glorify what others see as sin.
The rawest of emotions find their place.
The bullies and the bullied ones combine,
forgotten friends and loved ones with no face
may not cross this imaginary line.
What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
The losses, love is doomed to magnify.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Observed
There's this one tired of her waist size
Thing is she's a size five
Tired of the way food controls her life
So she gags herself with a butter knife
Saddening the dammed thing but it doesn't stop here
She's continued for a year
Think this will fade. nope
People make fun of her because she's skinnier then most the girls in her Grade
done with the ways shes felt
so gets addicted to a needle and a belt
The insults hurt more then the stomach acid does
And her weight is below average but
She won't stop and won't quit
And having fits because herioin leaves the body sick
Dosage after dose
Hoping to just grope on that one friend
But no one seems to want her and she can't cope
One night her mind was hazy her vision blurred and her world started shaking
And blanking out and a blackfade and Foam of the mouth
And she's dying and can't cry out
her parents found their baby dead
losing the life that the worst thing they dread
moms crying because she knew she could of save her life
dads in the ER thinking about the little girl inside
the days at the park the times he pushed her on the swing
the days he made her laugh or the way she could sing
waiting to hear the news for the daughter
doctor hesitating
'im sorry we lost her'
See we're all victims in this tragedy
We could of helped
Instead we nick picked and bullied
Pushed her to the edge where she finally jumped
Now she's dead and were left with this hump
In society.
I know we can fix these problems and help
we could have welcomed in stead of desert her
I don't know much, I'm just an observer
poem by Alex Guzman
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Cathartic Was
Never had a love like this in my life…
Bullied…and loved it…
It was irritating to give in to give in…
But I loved…it…
Making that transition from sad to bad…
My bitter-sweet real-life…
My chocolate dip…
My life's sip…
Was really a trip…
Then it hit me…I..AM…WOMAN…
Wise, Original Mirrored, Altruistic and…
NECESSARY…
Never had a love like this in my life…
Relieving anxiety …tension…I… was repressed…
Most of the time…NO! …more tunnel vision…
Myself has made the decision…
My foreground touches me all over…
My mind boils with newness…
Of the me…who always was…
My subconscious cries out…
BECOME your own winner of democracy…
Turning to man for such…A Simple Pleasure…
When I…When I am… my own person…
FREEDOM…within.
Whisperkwane@gm ail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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No one listens
Ignored,
Insulted.
Humiliated,
Tormented.
Bored,
And unhappy.
Life's hard,
But they don't understand.
If they did,
Life would be easier.
I get in trouble,
I get a broken heart everyday.
I get bullied,
I get hurt.
I run away,
To get away.
I think about,
All the times I did that.
I cry,
I lie.
I run,
But don't have fun.
My only friend,
Is my cat.
My only loved one,
Is my ex.
I'm lonely,
I'm scared.
I'm frightened,
I'm helpless.
I'm in trouble,
I'm friendless.
I need help,
But no one listens.
I'll just stay lonely,
I'll just stay friendless.
I don't need help,
Cause they have proved,
They won't get rid of,
The bullies,
The trouble,
The pain,
The day,
The light...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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A Poet
He — or was it she?
was a child who said little
but walked, endlessly, just looking
or stood still for minutes, hours,
and became what they looked at
was from a large family
but still people said, you’re an only child aren’t you
was it seems very happy in themself
but no-one asked, so never said
kept themself to themself, which annoyed
other children, who bullied them
and then were even more annoyed
when they didn’t play the victim
failed examinations and yet
was always wrapt up in a book
occasionally did things like cutting themselves
and was told off but never questioned usefully
wrote poems secretly but was unconcerned
whether people read them or not
was good to be with as long as you
didn’t expect anything of them
was secretly loved by some
who never liked to say so
because what they loved somehow
didn’t have a name
years later, some of them read the poems
and knew what they had loved
poem by Michael Shepherd
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If you are not being bullied all I would say - cause I like to talk about the other side of it as well - is you know, be someone that nurtures, and if there's someone in your class that maybe doesn't have a lot of friends, be the person that sits with them in the cafeteria sometimes; be the bigger person.
Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
quote by Wilfred Owen
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Hey What's Next School Is Over
School is over and I got no summer school
I passed all my classes because I am not a fool
Throughout the school year many students wanted to be cool
Now they're in a summer program where all teachers rule
I no longer have to wake up early in the A.M
I worked my way through and passed my final exam
What more can I say for the great I am
I am truly blessed so I have to confess
Unlike others I didn't end up in some summer school mess
Sorry summer schoolers not being mean I just had to get it off my chest
poem by Wolkine Stany
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I was the kind of person who got bullied and loved the attention of it.
quote by David Walliams
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