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The Boy Without a Name, A Bullying Poem Collection

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Explore this Bullying Poem Collection 

We are very lucky to have some bullying poems shared with us by Gail Robertson from Perth and Kinross Council from the creative talents of three S2 pupils – Jordan Duff, Brogan Riley and Ricki-Lee Given. They took some inspiration from “The Boy Without a Name” by Allan Ahlberg. Have a read through the three poems and let us know what you think in the comments.

Bullying Poem Number One:

I remember that I was alone

The with no name

My life with other was lame

The boy with no name

I was friendless; people said I had a haunting face

My raw flesh, cracked and a scar that would never go away

People say I played near bins and handled eggshells

Everyone says that how I got eczema

It’s not my fault

I am this way, all I want was a friend 



Bullying Poem Number Two: 

Its only me

I remember a long time ago

I was different from everyone else

I would get called names

And people would try and avoid me

I was quiet and shy

Nobody used to care

It was like I was a book

Getting my pages tarred everyday

It was my face It was red and scabby

I’m just a normal boy looking for a friend

I remember walking down the hall

People pointing at me or staring at me

It made me really uncomfortable

It felt like I was alone forever…..



Bullying Poem Number Three

I remember it all clearly

I was the boy who was weary

It was thirty years ago


I remember my eczema it was all over me

Everyone looked at me it was terrifying

I was sometimes crying


No one talked to me

No one played with me

I was always sad


I was always red

And flaking raw

So I wore an iron mask


I hid my expressions

I had so many masks, a collection

But no one felt my affection


Please don’t hurt anyone

Like you hurt me

Just because I was different 


We have attached a copy of the poem that inspired these three bright students to write their own personal versions of the The Boy Without a Name, all reflecting on how bullying makes one feel. It is refreshing to see young people combine poetry and such an emotive topic to create beautiful bullying poems.


The Boy Without a Name By Allan Ahlberg

1            I remember him clearly

And it was thirty years ago or more:

A boy without a name.


2          A friendless, silent boy,

His face blotched red and flaking raw,

His expression, infinitely sad.


3          Some kind of eczema

It was, I now suppose,

The rusty iron mask he wore.


4          But in those days we confidently swore

It was from playing near dustbins

And handling broken eggshells.


5          His hands, of course, and knees

Were similarly scabbed and cracked and dry.

The rest of him we never saw.


6          They said it wasn’t catching; still, we knew

And strained away from him along the corridor,

Sharing a ruler only under protest.


7          I remember the others: Brian Evans,

Trevor Darby, Dorothy Cutler.

And the teachers: Mrs Palmer, Mr Waugh.


8          I remember Albert, who collected buttons,

And Amos, frothing his milk up with a straw.

But his name, no, for it was never used.


9          I need a time-machine.

I must get back to nineteen fifty-four

And play with him, or talk, at least.


10        For now I often wake to see

His ordinary, haunting face, his flaw.

I hope his mother loved him.


11         Oh, children, don’t be crueller than you need.

The faces that you spit on or ignore

Will get you in the end.



Have you a bullying poem to share with us or our readers? If so – why not email us or even share it in the comments below.

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