Bullied Poems

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I Am You

I Am You ballad

I am a product of you all, Everyone tried to shape my life. While I tried to please all I forgot to please myself. One day you wake up, You wonder where, where did my life go. I ran through

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The Ballad Of The Bald Hedgehog

The Ballad Of The Bald Hedgehog ballad

Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried

Shadows

Shadows long poem

“They told me they were leaving”, He said, with trembling hands. “I believed them but I shouldn’t have, They still taunt me every day.” Stories like these, numerous I’ve heard- Of shadows long and shadows dark. These voices, shrieks of

Empty Desk

Empty Desk short poem

Desk, empty because, you bullied her. Left her feeling worthless. Took all her courage, made everything seem hopeless. Never the one to ask. All she wanted was acceptance. She never wished, anything, but a friend to feel her presence. Hurtful

His Girl of Innocence

His Girl of Innocence short poem

Innocent dream he was, untouched by the pain Happy like a child he flew once People slapped, some bullied, But with his magnificent innocence he smiled His heart pained… A day came, hell of a day it was, This boy

Guests

Guests short poem

There it was, A beautiful villa, Complete with lots of guards, From inside a cry would be heard, And the moaning of a person in agony, The mission would be in progress The new slaughter house, Trained untamed boys into

Madly Burns The Evening Sun

Madly Burns The Evening Sun long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals long poem

Thankfully I was never bullied at school but for this poem I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who was. Bullying hurts and leaves a permanent scar! Laughed at, taunted, left all alone, You tell me to

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Give Me What You Got

Give Me What You Got prose poem

Well you say you like what you see Well fasten your seat belt baby my Love is an intense one to say the least Yeah and I’m a naughty boy so if you Think you can handle that then bring

Home Coming… Hypothetics

Home Coming... Hypothetics short poem

I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.

Hands

Hands short poem

Hands have the ability to tell much about a person Race, age, gender And many other things if you really pay attention You can tell how hard someone works Or how physically demanding their occupation is By the cracked calluses

Earth Is Fertile

Earth Is Fertile short poem

Awaken like the swelling sun, My exotic lust takes a slow run Awaken like the genesis of day, My sweet love sings this midday A new sound is heard like the call of a bird, My will sobs at the

Harmony

Harmony prose poem

We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss

Evening Love

Evening Love short poem

pink love in the evening no beauty any longer old or not old feelings never get old like assets lips to lips days to days all the times ring and pick clay like kids fix and smile O! love and

Memories!!!

Memories!!! short poem

Down the lane there Lives a memory mine Of friends who cared Loved and bothered, Of a love so dear Whose loss I could not bear Of a granny who loved Taught and scolded Down these lanes live Memories and

2/55

2/55 short poem

Hotter riding home after fast-pitch practice than arriving this morning, my grand-girl asks if she can please turn on the air conditioner in my old truck. After my thumbs up she checks the dash, slides the temperature control to blue,

The Beast Within

The Beast Within prose poem

The shadows of you continuously haunt me. They are always reflecting the person you made me, the person I didn’t want to become… It has almost been a year since you left, and yet your demons, that I so foolishly

Allow Me To Go

Allow Me To Go short poem

Sitting by the window I looked up to the sky Remembering you I don’t know why I cry Those moments, will they come back again Will destiny smile at me and I see you again But what if I meet

Zero

Zero short poem

While my schooling I thought I was a hero I got so many times zero Every time I was rebuked When people used to call me cute Before the result, classmates said My hero, you would score zero. Grandpa told

Two Flowers And The Bird

Two Flowers And The Bird short poem

Alas! it’s me who fell down in love! But one who got a crown in love, Almost alike both are pretty flowers, Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers, I was shy I could not sing in love, And you

Larks

Larks short poem

Obsequious, and gorged on words, he straightens faded dust jackets: Barthes, de Beauvoir, Brautigan. Thin skeins of nicotine dissipate over ancient oak, whispers echo amongst carved shelves. Thoughts weave their tangled web through the melancholic mess of his marching mind.

Literary Affair

Literary Affair short poem

Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines

Lip Effect

Lip Effect short poem

Slip in Lip may create crack in relationships Lip under control avoids misunderstanding with each other Lip when tight may create irritation to the other Lip dancing to others wish will Gel well with the other Lips when locked with

Expectations

Expectations short poem

Silent killer is what it is Nothing is worse than this Once it embeds itself in you There is nothing that you can do Inside you there is a voice It speaks so loud you can’t avoid Everytime it says

Through The Window

Through The Window short poem

Through the window, I see the bare trees. I hold hands of family members—not my Family—of which they are unaware. Truly. Sadly. We celebrate with champagne And shrimp cocktail. Their warm welcome Chills my bones. With each sip Of champagne,

Seasons of love

Seasons of love short poem

Think of death Grey clouds arrive Dark rain pours down Cold and clammy ground Think of life Seeds sprout out Flowers bloom in season Tender green leaves all around Think of love Dewdrops on leaves Soft petals strewn on earth

Story Of A Poem

Story Of A Poem short poem

Old man loved poems was no secret, that he used to tell everyone in pomp; was what I didn’t know. He was all rhyme and rhythm, a whisper now and a bellow’s hiss, all in one and all too soon.

Strange Dreams

Strange Dreams short poem

Rose petals, dried leaves and wet earth wet bark of the trees, a dripping lamp post a man huddled in a trench coat sitting on a bench, a cold bench his boots soggy, his eyes damp clutched in his hands

Fear Factor

Fear Factor long poem

Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky

Puppets on Strings

Puppets on Strings short poem

None our own devices in any scheme of things We all are but nothing than puppets on strings With advent designed for a set time on stage All expectedly ordained impossible to rearrange Often get manipulated and to probable comply

The Photo Frame

The Photo Frame short poem

It was a photograph, as old as Their marriage, of both of them. His face radiating her fulsome bliss, Now eroded, tarnished and frayed At the edges, slowly, yet surely. Trying to tear him out of mind, She turned over

What Makes You Truly Happy?

What Makes You Truly Happy? long poem

What makes you really happy? Happiness is so subjective to what is in our hearts That some say it is going to see the Great Canyons or a necklace made of pearls Yet to others it is driving a Lamborghini

Lost Meanings

Lost Meanings short poem

In mangled bodies and severed limbs, the blood gives up its claim. A twisted window blocks the landscape of silvered faces. Nobody talks with the moon. Night burns, the fat floats on the dead mouthings. Death has the foulest taste.

Wonderment At Existence

Wonderment At Existence elegy

With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of

Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All

Inside My Prose Poem Is Happiness, Happiness For All prose poem

Inside my prose poem is happiness, happiness for all. Even the juicy parts don’t lack think material. I have it on good authority. My autistic Aunt says I should stop writing. Where are the beans? I was told in my

The Wonder World Of Nature!

The Wonder World Of Nature! prose poem

I had a morning class today, but it had slipped my mind that it was from 8 o’clock rather than 7, I know why it happened… Thinking what to do next, thought of waiting in the department… But, it was

The Gifted And The Cursed

The Gifted And The Cursed short poem

If I starve you eat If I pour you drink If I am naked you are warm If I am hurt you are safe If I cry you smile If I am honored you are blessed If I am wounded

Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while