Bully Poems

Bully
by J. W.


I shove him to the floor
Pointing and laughing
As he falls to the ground.

He cringes and whimpers
As I swipe fake jounces at him,
My face showed no mercy.

His dorky glasses slide off his nose
Cling-clink
And fall to the ground.

My face contorts into a sickening grin
As I lift up my foot
And feel the tiny little pieces of glass
Right under my shoes.

He stares up at me
With tears streaking down his face-

His face
That face
Usually smiling in glee
As award after award is given to him
In excellence in math, reading, ideas-
Just everything

The most cared, loved, respected
By all teachers and students.

His neat hair
Crisp clothes
And shiny shoes

Just perfect.

My face,
This face
Usually frowning in frustration
Awarded by disappointed looks
From my parents, teachers, students…
Just everyone

The most ignored, hated, disrespected
By all teachers and students.

My dirty hair
Stained clothes
And grimy shoes.

Tears stream down my face
Yet I stand, my face firm
Contorted in rage, confusion, and envy.

His face turns surprised, confused
Yet still cautious and scared.

I lift up my hand, and it turns into a fist
Ready to punch him
To hurt him
That pretty face of his…
Those smug awards…
The love he receives…

I should be that face!
With all those awards!
The love I deserve.

My eyes blur
Overflowing with unwanted tears
My fury
My jealousy
My confusion
They’ve all been blinding me.

It wasn’t him
It wasn’t his fault,
I should be thanking him

It was me.
Always been me.
I can’t change him
By hurting him
By beating him.

I have to change myself.
I should’ve known.
I should’ve realized.
That this is wrong.


A Bully Changing
By H.K.


I come to school everyday.
Push and shove things in my way.
Kids are scared, very scared
They don’t even talk to me.

I steal their lunch money,
Give them wedgies,
But most of all I fight them.

I call them names,
Stuff them in lockers,
Dump their heads in toilets.

They talk behind my back one day.
I don’t know why they do.
They don’t know my life, the way I do.

My life is torture
Whenever I come home.
Nobody understands,
What I have to go through.

I put my anger on kids
That are smaller than me.
When I pick on those kids
It makes me feel good.
One day a boy comes up to me.
Let’s be friends is all that he says.
He talks to me about his life.
It’s just like mine: pain and anger.

He tells me anger can be held.
That bullying isn’t the way to go.
He said make some friends
Tell them about your life.

He understood about my life.
I told him what happens,
When I come home.
He nods his head whenever I talk.

The next day in school
It’s just the same.
I might start rumors
That’s why they’re scared.

But no I don’t feel real good.
I’ve made new friends
Because of him.
My best friend Mike, Thank you!


I’ve Changed A Bully’s Heart!
by H.K.


Punching and kicking, so much blood,
I’m really dizzy and very hurt.
I want him to stop hitting me.
What did I do to make him mad?

I don’t even know him.
He barely talks to me at all.
Just because I’m smaller,
Randomly pick on me, not fair!

Everyday it’s just the same
Torture and pain throughout the day.
Non-stop lies just about me.

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Dancing on Stage
by D.M.

Adrenaline moving through my whole body
The indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach
Not even knowing why I was nervous in the first place
To look out and see everyone’s faces

Being up on that stage is like being center of the universe
My heart beats out of control
Just wanting to keep dancing for more reassurance
To keep getting more endurance

Once you hear the screams and claps
A big smile appears on my face
I know why I chose to do this
This feeling is simple priceless



The Last Letter
by M.T.

Sarah,

My dear wife
My lines may fall under your eye when I shall be no more
It’s a calm summer night
Death is creeping behind me
A pure love of my country
The name of honour that I love more than I fear death
Something whispers to me
May I return to my loved ones unharmed
Forgive my many faults
I might watch you form the spirit land and
Wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more
Always, always
If there is a soft breeze upon your cheek,
It shall be my breath
I will wait for you
My love for you is deathless.

Sullivan


Soccer In The Rain
by A.M.


Standing in the field,
With all of my teammates around me.
Anxiously waiting for the whistle to blow,
I feel a drop of rain fall on my cheek.

Looking up,
See nothing but gray clouds above me.
Raindrops start falling harder,
The sound of the referee’s whistle pierces my ears.

My mind comes back into focus,
Locking my eyes on the ball.
Moving forward fast,
My vision becomes blurry.

Rain is falling so hard,
It seems almost impossible to see anything.
My heart’s beating fast,
A million thoughts running through my mind.

Puddles starting to form on the field,
I kick the ball and water splashes my face.
Mud everywhere, slowing me down.
But I keep going.

Getting past all the defense,
The goal seems to be getting closer.
I look up to see the goalie running towards me,
I quickly cross it to the other side.

My teammates run up,
All trying to get the ball into the goal.
It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion,
But the ball finally hit the net.

Friends, family, and coaches standing on the sidelines,
Huddling under umbrellas and blankets.



Magic
by N.S.

Soft flakes, swirling
Like a dream
No one knows
Where they come from
Or why they’re here
We all know that snowflakes are
Magic.
From that first moment where they start to fall
We tilt our heads back
And open wide
And for a moment
We’re not teenagers
We’re not worries
And stress
And heartbreaks.
We’re crayons
And teddy bears
We’re swinging so high
Our sneakers punch holes in the clouds
Then it’s gone
Like Magic.