#bullying poems on Hello Poetry

Ryan Geoffrey Hayward Jul 4

The kid has the dark-side
and that mirror twin
cannot ever be erased.
Automatics shooting in his eyes,
A 12 gauge shotgun,
fills happiness of scattered flies,
a day of reckless fun.

Bullies opened him up wide,
torture felt so beneath,
demons cannot ever hide
unfeeling of letting it slide
The many turns against one
and no scarecrow is ever wise
against an armory of his guns.

A poem about how bullying can make a victim so numb to a school shooting. They are belittled so much that they stop caring about anything and vengeance is the only thing on their mind. I don't understand why Schools do literally almost nothing about bullied students. It leads to bloodshed such as this kid seeing his class-mates as enemies in a video-game after long prolonged bullying.

Rhyming scheme of stanzas one and two is last word of stanza one, first line will end with rhyme of last word of Stanza two, first line and so on.....

scarecrow reference is of freezing up.

#bullying #schoolshootings

Elena Nickle Jun 1

Broken dreams

The people who were supposed to be
My friends
Proved not when I needed them
Most
I was called r***** for being interested in forensic science
A spazz because I had emotional scars
And toll to k-i-l-l my self
Because i was unique
These people who were supposed to be my friends
Proved to be a pain in the ****
Both physically and emotionally
A keloid
To be rid of
Has more integrity
Then them
What they did they will have to
Answer for to God he says
Thru shalt not killer
But that is only with weapons
Not with words
As I was slowly murdered
And my dreams broken
These people who were my friends
They are
Fake

#bullying #sadness #emotions #writing #literature #poem #poens #poetry

Everly Rush May 29

I never wanted to raise my hands

I live at school.
Not because I love it,
but because home is a war I got tired of losing.

Boarding school was supposed to be an escape.
But turns out, monsters don’t need addresses
they travel in texts, in voicemails
in the mouth of teachers
who were supposed to be grown ups,
but act like mean girls in blazers.

My stepmother doesn’t have to be near me
to make my skin crawl.
Her words arrive on screens.
Her voice leaks through the phone.
“You’re a disappointment.”
“An embarrassment.”
“She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

She weaponizes my silence.
Twists my distance into guilt.
And the teachers?
They carry her messages like loyal dogs.
Repeat her insults with that tight-lipped smile
like they’re reading bible verses
instead of abuse.

And when I crack—
when the rage explodes out of my chest
because no one listens until I yell—
I’m the problem.
“She’s aggressive.”
“She has anger issues.”
“Unstable.”

But tell me—
what do you become
when you’re poked, poked, poked
every single day
by girls who think pain is a game
and teachers stand by
like broken statues?

What do you become
when every voice you hear
is one telling you you’re too loud,
too bold,
too much—
when all you’ve ever been
is trying to survive
a world that chews you up for breathing wrong?

I never wanted to be the girl who fights.
But kindness never stopped the bleeding.
And fists speak louder in a world
that turns its back when you whisper “help.”

All I want is peace.
Not your false calm—
not the silence that chokes me.
I mean peace where I can exist,
unafraid of my own name
coming out of someone else’s mouth.

I want to walk through these halls
and not flinch at the sound of my phone.
I want teachers to teach,
not take sides in wars I never started.

I want to feel safe
somewhere.
Anywhere.
I’m tired of being told I’m too much
by people who give too little.
I’ve bled in places you’ll never see
and still managed to be kind.
Do you know how strong that makes me?

So if you’re reading this,
and you’ve ever made someone feel small
just because you could—
congratulations.
But I’m still here.
And your hate?
It ends with me.

Because I will fight,
if I have to.
But all I ever wanted
was to be left
the hell
alone.

18:59pm / I’m tired

#bullies #fistfight #bullying #war #depression #sadgirl

Driyani Alduri May 24

Not your first time

So your sitting there talking on the phone
but in your statement your standing all alone

You can’t play the game of a one time mistake
you’ve done it before, so we know it’s all fake

A defense against an attack never made
you were the one who started the charade

To pin the blame on those that you hurt
put all those around on heightened alert

A stalker, a hater, a bully and the like
the names you called, putting a friendship on strike

But it never seems to be that you think it through
cuz every single one only applied to you

They started it up again, with someone who used to be someone i wanted to call a friend

#hate #bully #bullying #hateful #mad #sad #anger #rhyme

Arthur May 12

Treatment

It's 8 o'clock in the morning
And I still thinking about the warning
That I got while I was eating
At buffet where they are seeking
Someone like a silly and to bully

And I was the perfect choice for that
As there was nothing in me but fat
And now here I am, sitting and crying
In the bathroom tearing and dying,
Of the pain that's a feeling and a dealing
With this kind of self-appealing

There they come, with a smile on their faces,
With a knife and cigarettes
Scratching and burning my skin to ashes
What do i need this kinda treatment?
Just because I got a belly and cheeks,
Makes me the one to see these freaks?

#bullying #bad #people

Soulless Apr 4

My identity

I want to cut my hair

Not just as a change of style

But to express how I feel inside

To make myself more comfortable

Living in my own skin

I want to cut it short

Shorter than ever before

More boyish than not

I want to cut my hair

A short, fluffy wolf cut

Even if it means more people

At school will mock me for

Being queer as they throw

Their slurs at me like stones

I wonder if those idiots know

That before it was used to describe

A gay person.. The word ****** meant

A bundle of sticks used for fuel

And in some countries

When talking about a

Cigarette they call

It a ***

I wonder

Who is

The

******

Now.

You thought I didn't hear you?

#anger #bullying #selflove #selfexpression

The Invisible Poet Mar 19

Invisible

I walk through the halls
like a forgotten ghost
everyone looks through me
like they can't see me
but to be honest
it's better if they don't see me
because when they do
the things they say
oh, the things they say
hurt like a knife to the chest
the pounding of my heart
spills the blood of anger
and seeping sadness
and splatters on the walls

#ghost #unnoticed #invisible #schoolsucks #bullying

MywordorMyworld Mar 18

The day I fell

Was it a day?
Or had the years collapsed in a fleeting decay?

The nights grew heavy, crushed my chest,
My eyes wept secrets I never confessed.

Tears turned bitter, cold, and dry,
Hate and regret took their place in my eyes.

"Mumma..."—I whispered, lost in the night,
She laughed it away, My hands reached out, but no one was there,
Just shadows and silence and empty air.

Was it the night? Or was it me?
Building walls too dark to see?

Trapped inside, no way to tell,
Was this the day I truly fell?

The days when you were at your lowest, no one you could reach out to. The days when you felt comfort in death perhaps! The lowest of low.

#poetry #pain #memory #sorrow #helplessness #trauma #childhood #bullying #depp #resentfull

The Blue Bottles Feb 28

if only, if only

"im lonely, so lonely."
the saphire cries.
"the moon is dark, gone frome the skies."
she glistens and sharpens in her hue.

"if only, if only"
the gemstones reply
"you would be moved, we could see your eye"
they believe a change is due

yes only, if only, the change would come

being left out when others did want to include you hurts.

#bullying #gemstones #lonely #ifonly

The Blue Bottles Feb 20

The Hurting and the Healer

i once knew a boy
who talked with his fists
but during classes
he scratched at his wrists
i didnt understand
i never knew why
so i chose to help this guy

he didnt like me
he made that clear
a punch to my chest
didnt shed a tear
i bandaged his wounds
gave them a kiss
i pulled my sleeves up
showed him my wrist

he didnt look away
he did the same
bandaged me up
and apologies came
he told me he loved me
then went away
never seen him again
to this very day

if a person hurts you
dont take it too far
their unkind words
stem from a scar
bandage them up
share your own wound
maybe they need help
they could get it from you.

-s

a poem for a lost boy
hope you read it one day
yours, harry (now sunny)

#scars #love #bullying #helpkiss #wounds