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Bullying Poems

Bullying Poems

With the child safety and bullying prevention work that we’re involved in at nobullying.com, we’ve seen circumstances with parents and children when the spoken word catches in one’s throat as it sucks on every ounce of energy that makes it almost impossible to breath, much less speak, or even think. There are other times when this unspoken word becomes a mute and pathetic cry for help and understanding, but no one hears it. Silence doesn’t speak. And, no one’s there to dry the tears of the distraught and bullied child. Learn about Bullying Poems Now!

And that is why we are sharing bullying poems and poems about bullying with everyone.

This is because with bullying poems and poems about bullying, a sad incident can turn into an inspiring event if the right bullying poem is read and taught and used to inspire positive actions.

This happens all too often when children are bullied, and they feel violated, betrayed, frightened, and alone. Many children are so ashamed that they were somehow the victim of a bully whether it’s a face to face confrontation, or cyber bullying so don’t tell anyone, not even their parents.

Bullying poems provide a means of expression that can be a starting point for healing. Just like in some cases of child abuse, the child won’t communicate, but he or she might find their means of expression by drawing pictures, or talking to a teddy bear or find some relief in poems about bullying and bullying poems.

We believe that the following poem, a high trending piece of poems about bullying, To This Day, written by internationally acclaimed Shane Koyczan and skillfully turned into animation by 12 volunteer animators and 80 professional artists for the To This Day project will express things much better than we can.

It is a touching true story written as a spoken word poem by this talented Canadian poet and writer who delves into the life-changing impact that bullying can have on a person.

Koyczan shares his hopes and insights with his Bullying Poems, “My hope is [that it] would reach some of the people who were just out there looking for something to get them through another day. When I wrote the poem two years ago and people started coming to me because they just needed to talk after hearing it, I realized this is not a Canadian problem or an American problem, it’s everywhere…I believe the bullies must be forgiven. That’s how we heal.”

He said that he hopes the poem and the project will promote a connectivity between those who have suffered from bullying, that they might feel less isolated. The project aims to help schools engage better with bullying and child suicide.

The short and long-term impact of bullying, which are substantial, may last a life time. This has been pointed out by Senior News Editor, Rick Nauert, Ph.D. his 2007 article. Bullying and Being Bullied Results in Greater Risk of Adult Disorders.

The resulting problems may include psychiatric disorders, anxiety and personality disorders such as psychopathy or sociopathy. Because the problem is rapidly increasing, especially with cyber bullying on the web, a number of researchers have made strong recommended that include mental health screenings that will help to identify bullies, and the children who are or have been victims.

Poetry is an important means of expression for children, parents and loved ones that can have a profound healing effect.

We leave you with the following bully poem, one of the top Bullying Poems ever:

Silence Doesn’t Speak by Anonymous

My silence does not speak to you,
You cannot hear my plea
I wonder what I did to you,
You cannot even see,
The pain, the hurt, the sadness,
The sadness that is me.
Your evil ways are part of you,
And that is plain to see.
That twisted black and vile filth
Will NOT be defining ME.

This is also one of the most inspiring bullying poems we have read in a while: 

Words Hurt

© Kaylynn

You should know, bullying hurts.
It starts with one word, one word you blurt.
Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear.
Did you know, your their biggest fear?Day by day you torment them,
it takes so long for their hearts to mend.
All they ask for is one true friend,
but you make them want their lives to end.Everyday they wake up with regret,
all they want to do is forget.
It’s not just hitting and punching, it’s the words you say,
they hurt so much, they want to fade away.This is when enough is enough,
they’re sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough.
But they know they can make it through,
you may not have known, but they always knew.They put on a fake smile and pretend they’re okay,
they believe they can make it all the way.
Of course your words still offend,
but they have been pieced back together again.Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand,
they learn that it’s time to stand.
Their smile is no longer fake,
now they have no reason to ache.You see, all they ever needed was a friend,
someone to stand by them when the bullying came again.
Now they are free,
the insults barely sting, don’t you see?The bully is never wanted, unless wanted to leave,
The person you bullied now has no need for long sleeves.
Your work here is done, not that it should of started,
now who’s the one who feels broken hearted?Bullying gave you power, that they refused to give,
you can’t help but wonder ”what if”.
What if they didn’t get so strong?
What if they were crumbled all along?What you don’t think of, is what could of been,
what if they pulled the razor to their skin?
What if you pushed them too far,
to where they tied a rope around their collar.What if they wrote down all the secrets they had to spill,
right before taking an overdose on the pills?
You don’t know what could of been done,
you were doing it all for fun.You think they’re losers, but they’re stronger than you,
have you seen what they’ve been through?
With your words you gave a black eye,
they are leaving, bully, so say your goodbye.But one more thing before you go,
did you enjoy my little show?
Remember, words can hurt more than the punch,
Believe me now? Cause this was just a hunch
Here is another bullying poem, one of the best bully poems we have read:

What If?

© Jamie Firestine
Bullying hurts, don’t you see?
You are nothing, but a big bully
Don’t you think of what could have been?
What if they put a razor to their skin?What if they wrote a note to say goodbye?
And their family and friends were left wondering..why?
What if at night, they cry themselves to sleep?
By morning, it’s too hard to get up on their feetThey are afraid to come to school because of bullies like you
When they try to tell an adult, their plead is overruled
Soon they can’t take it anymore
They think, “What do I have to live for?”Finally all of their secrets start to spill
They grab the bottle and overdose on pills
All they ever wanted was a friend
And to hear the words, “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”You did it all for the fun
You didn’t know what could’ve been done
What if you pushed them a bit to far?
All your actions have caused one big scarHaven’t you seen what you put them through?
You think they’re weak, but they’re stronger than you
All they want to do is forget
They think, “how much worse can it get?”Don’t you know, you’re their biggest fear?
They scream so loud, but no one can hear
What if it was you who got hurt everyday?
Tell me how many words you would have left to say

In “My Walk to School” by Andrea Wilson , the poet describes in one of the best bully poems the feeling of getting physical bullied as she begins a typical school day:

Fist punch.
Foot crunch.
Hand hit.
Mouth spit.
Eye swells.
Can’t see.
Please,
Please,
Let me be.

 

Rips my homework.
Steals my money.
Grabs my lunch.
Thinks it’s funn

Sticks and stones may break my bones…
Sissy
Prissy
Four-eyes
Geek
Fatso
Stupid
Nerdy
Freak
…but names can really hurt.

Through the doors.
Up the stairs.
Face is bloody.
No one cares.

In the washroom.
Clean up the mess.
I’ll be safe
Until … recess…

We recently came across one of the most touching cyber bullying poems.

One Cyber Bully!

The texting its torture it drives me insane

The hating the beating I just cannot explain.

I wonder why they chose to make me so miserable

My life, my hope, my existence so terrible.

I should take relief make it go away

Sad as it sounds I feel it’s the only way.

The darkness, a net bellow a tightrope a safety line I need

Plant a flower to keep the,memory, that grows from the seed.

Nothing left of me; all because of that one cyber bully.

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  • LJS
    Jun 03, 2014 at 06:17 pm

    [Title: My Story…]

    So many people in this world,
    Hundreds, thousands, millions and more.
    Yet I’m sat here still, all alone,
    in a dark room behind closed doors.

    I’m not locked away, I’m not a hostage,
    Nor being kept against my will.
    I’m here by choice, hiding away,
    to keep my life calm and still.

    It wasn’t always like this;
    I used to be outgoing and fun.
    That was before, before all the pain,
    The damage the world has done.

    I’ll take you back, three years from now,
    to when I was a carefree teen.
    I was happy, lots of friends around,
    Life was a perfect dream.

    Then it happened; the day everything changed,
    the day my world was torn in two,
    My best friend, who I trusted with my life,
    She did the one thing she swore she’d never do.

    She spread all my secrets, every single one,
    became my biggest enemy.
    She laughed, she teased, every single day;
    I thought there was something wrong with me.

    Others joined in, a huge bullying gang,
    of those who were once my friends.
    Their words hurt more than their kicks and shoves,
    I just prayed for it to end.

    It became a routine, day by day,
    I’d wait for them to come.
    I’d stand there and take it, forcing back the tears,
    waiting for them to be done.

    I became like a stone, hard and cold,
    Never letting anyone else it.
    As far as I was concerned, people would hurt me again,
    and I just could’t let them win.

    I started to hide, never leave my home,
    I was just so afraid.
    My family tried to help, tried to coax me out,
    But I stayed there night and day.

    And here I am, in this dark old room,
    still afraid to leave.
    All because of one heartless girl;
    I am convince I am all I need.

    At times I don’t want to live any more,
    I just don’t see the point.
    But I keep going in my little rabbit hole,
    refusing to see the light.

    I wish she knew what she’d done to me,
    the damage she has caused.
    But I’m too scared to even show her;
    when I try I can’t help but pause.

    What if there are others?
    What if they get hurt too?
    I can’t let others become like me,
    there must be something I can do!

    This is that something, this long, painful poem,
    the story I will share.
    Every person who suffered like this,
    I want to show you that people care.

    I’ll fight this, I’ll face the world again,
    I’m going to do it for YOU,
    I know it’ll be hard but I have to try;
    I need you to do it too.

    You can do it.

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