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

Tell It Like It Is

Tell It Like It Is long poem

Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall

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,

Little Lady

Little Lady long poem

Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year

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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Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon prose poem

My mind is loose cannon.  Nobody has control over it.  Not even me! It shoots off fireballs in all directions in the fond hope that it will hit something.  Sometimes it succeeds in doing so.  And, sometimes it hits wrong

No Telling

No Telling short poem

A severed head sits upright on mud floor coruscating in moonlight. It was a meditating Buddha with eyes downcast after a perfect death. With indecent exposure there was no artifact to celebrate. The steel was rusted and the name erased

Amazing Spring

Amazing Spring short poem

I lay my head down on nature’s pillow Feel the warm sunlight and winds blow Sky is absolutely a pretty blue diamond Always pleasant to see like chewing an almond Soft white clouds tickle the glowing trees Make them laugh

Is This How You Love?

Is This How You Love? short poem

You have no problem leaving me behind. You can easily put me out of your mind. It’s like my presence puts you in a bind. I bet every time you see me you wish you were blind. You told me

Why

Why short poem

You run through my veins like blood, I close my eyes only to see your face, the tug on my heart assures me you are still there. We had our time, we have moved on I see you and I

Moment

Moment short poem

To go beyond global suffering, find death in blue glacier of frozen physical. Greed of elements, and attached commentary on the burning, anonymously, when you were in dock. The unfolding of the negation starts softly down the blissful oblivion. False

A room outside

A room outside short poem

A room outside the complex weary mind that ravels to its tether A secret domain that is free of memories and condition forever A simple space with which to design without weight or measure A lasting perfume of such smells

I’d Love To Make Love To You

I’d Love To Make Love To You long poem

We’ve been seeing a lot of each other these past few seasons and my attraction for you goes beyond believing I think it’s time to take the top off the cookie jar if you know what I mean and I

Pulsating Void

Pulsating Void short poem

like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day

Loving and Leaving

Loving and Leaving short poem

It was not easy to turn a blind eye to your sorrows so I left for your better tomorrow It was very hard to drink your tears when I knew I was the reason they became poison which killed our

Contraptions

Contraptions short poem

When I was arranging daffodils you send in tanks. The sky was overcast. When I was talking to clouds Fireballs are delivered. That signals the specific gravity is shifting to knobs. The artist was going to disappear. I think of

Let Us Be Free

Let Us Be Free short poem

My soul said to me.., O thou quantum of this serene sanctum; What good is thee.. if thou aren’t free. I said I know what you seek You mighty be meek; Just break those chains those shackles of pain. Thus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

Well you swear up and down this morning I told you I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you last night… Well I must have been drunk off my ass and desperate to get

In The Cacophony Of Conspiracies

In The Cacophony Of Conspiracies ballad

The fear is creeping inside with every single step I take Seems like everyone is going to hurt and their sympathies are fake With broken dreams and a heavy heart, I still hope to find solace Though in the past,

Love Sonnet 41

Love Sonnet 41 sonnet poems

If dreams are strung from end to end like string, My dreams of you could wrap around the world, And all the ways your name, my mind did bring, Are way much more than how my thoughts unfurled; Though mornings

The Merchant Handbook

The Merchant Handbook long poem

When in Spring with leaves turned to green Eyes, hands & face There lived one man with a thirst To live in the moment between space & time Selling his pots and pans to get by Although the years would

The Key

The Key short poem

Adversity in our life is  like a wave of the sea Sometimes it’s cruelty And, seemed has no sign of tranquility. But no matter how hard is to be, The solution is not to flee ‘Cause ,It will make you

Garden Of Love

Garden Of Love short poem

Well and your love is like a warm summers rain to my soul making the amaranths of hope and dreams grow. Oh and the emotion is as colorful as a neon rainbow my love for you is not a secret

Musings Over A Passing Day

Musings Over A Passing  Day prose poem

It’s the new year eve once again and I am happy but a little pensive too . Silently I hear the clock ticking and watch the tiny moments slipping from my hand like the grains of sand in the hour

Humanity

Humanity short poem

My nature die. Mame Me as thine. Whom, might I to be Right may I to leave humanity. Wake me up with wine. Forsooth I am not mine. Lost as keys. Won’t I not just work like each man Who’ver

Rubies From Ivory

Rubies From Ivory short poem

Oh what a tragedy my own soul is mad at me but who can blame her after all I made her endure I may have created a soul eating disease for which there is no cure she tells me she

5:49 A.m.

5:49 A.m. short poem

Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person. It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow. I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was but all I hit is the black and blue of

I And Not I

I And Not I short poem

I tried to flee away from my shadow But my shadow chases me to be with me I am afraid to tell the truth But my conscious pricks me for not revealing the truth I expect my friend to care

Revery Of Her Soul

Revery Of Her Soul long poem

The setting sun had kindled the sky with oranges and reds Wobbling her way through the tactless crowd was a demure girl Avoiding the condescending eyes of the monsters upon her she tried to escape from the brutal reality Yet

The Crown Travels

The Crown Travels short poem

The king is dead! Long live the king! History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals, The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head. Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated By methods natural and unnatural, Thrones

Brown

Brown short poem

brown is warm and caring brown is hair and eye color brown is fall and fell brown is accidentally running into to you brown is jokes on top of tears brown is you and I brown is it feels like

A Wall Painting

A Wall Painting short poem

Imperishable, you keep the truth frozen like the marrow, in the limbs of life, producing blood cells when sun rises. Knocking again at a rapist door to leak the secrets of a hidden bed of polity. Contours of a dimmed

The Other Smile

The Other Smile short poem

Death will not measure the height, from which we fall. Not being, the psyche of primeval fear finds its conscience – subverts the softness of moon-eyed life with wealth of green blood in brown bread. And the white candle burns