Poems About Bullying Published by Members Recently Online
#bullying
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
The Killer On The Loose Is-Real
I punched a wall
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
#murder
#oppression
#war #bullying
#war #bullying
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missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
The Killer On The Loose Is-Real
I punched a wall
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
#murder
#oppression
#war #bullying
#war #bullying
155 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
The Killer On The Loose Is-Real
I punched a wall
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
#murder
#oppression
#war #bullying
#war #bullying
155 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
9th Apr 2024 1:32am
The Killer On The Loose Is-Real
I punched a wall
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
And hurt my hand
I felt like a fool
Because i cant understand
I also shed tears
Of a salty brine
About the genocide
In Palestine
And that our government
Gives licences to sell arms
To another country
That have no qualms
About bombing the starving
All the innocent , at will
As Benjamin Netanyahu
Goes in for the kill
by Jemia
#murder
#oppression
#war #bullying
#war #bullying
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0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
To The Bonez sToned aNd Sticking witH it
Stone to the bone in the rhyme zone Outshone by the cyclone to the well-known from the unknown
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
591 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
To The Bonez sToned aNd Sticking witH it
Stone to the bone in the rhyme zone Outshone by the cyclone to the well-known from the unknown
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
591 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
To The Bonez sToned aNd Sticking witH it
Stone to the bone in the rhyme zone Outshone by the cyclone to the well-known from the unknown
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
591 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
To The Bonez sToned aNd Sticking witH it
Stone to the bone in the rhyme zone Outshone by the cyclone to the well-known from the unknown
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
591 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
Chatterbox
Oh dear
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
#bullying
#frustration
#manipulation
#mother
#shame
248 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
Chatterbox
Oh dear
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
#bullying
#frustration
#manipulation
#mother
#shame
248 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
Chatterbox
Oh dear
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
#bullying
#frustration
#manipulation
#mother
#shame
248 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
11th Jun 2024 1:08pm
Chatterbox
Oh dear
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
I’ve asked too many questions
I always seem to forget
When a sentence should end
I see why
You’re tired of me
You stare at me
I ask again
You ask if I’m manic
You close the fridge door
You’ve been holding the handle
So hard your knuckles are white
I say I’m not
You turn your head
Looking into the dark dining room
I see now the conversation was over
But I ask again
Because I can’t seem to remember
When a sentence should end
You let out a cry
It’s deranged and pained ...
#bullying
#frustration
#manipulation
#mother
#shame
248 reads
4 Comments
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