Bullying Poems
The Ugly Peacock
by Leo Warne
Once lit vibrantly in the day
now my colors fall away.
Freezing wind tears at my skin,
embarrassed in front of all the hens.
Circling eyes of green and blue,
I'm left alone without a hue.
Never to be truly free,
hiding away, inside of a tree,
hoping they will never find
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Skinny Legs
by Sharon Morgan
My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
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Tapestry
by Oakley Weber
May stick and stones break my bones
but words will always pick me apart
I was told, I'll grow to finery
becoming a grown tapestry
Yet, all I have to show are frayed edges
I've become fraught
no longer taunt
My will sags like the loose threads
I see no value in reweaving
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I don't have thick skin
by Sam List
I don't have thick skin
I feel the bite of your words
They strike like a wrought iron whip
My outside is weak
But what counts is within
I don't have thick skin
But your attempt is no use
I don't have thick skin
Cause inside I'm immune
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Call Me Crazy
by Frangipani Retrograde
Why do you call me crazy
Is it just to try to distance yourself from my mind
I'll let you know now
That nothing you do makes you look worse
Than putting other people down
All the ways I thought you'd love me
Come crumbling down when you approach me
I try to be myself and love you unconditionally
But I guess not everyone will be kind
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Call Me Crazy
by Frangipani Retrograde
Why do you call me crazy
Is it just to try to distance yourself from my mind
I'll let you know now
That nothing you do makes you look worse
Than putting other people down
All the ways I thought you'd love me
Come crumbling down when you approach me
I try to be myself and love you unconditionally
But I guess not everyone will be kind
......
Bully for You
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn,
Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum.
Ours was the latest generation of farmers, like hued skies of late afternoon,
In their daily, nostalgic foreboding, that says the moon will be coming soon.
We put our all into daily toiling, like when the moon whispers to milky stars,
And as the word 'energy' is murmured, in the bright regions of the quasars.
The sun, wind and weather were our friends, so fresh and novel and smiling,
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Skinny Legs
by Sharon Morgan
My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
......
Tapestry
by Oakley Weber
May stick and stones break my bones
but words will always pick me apart
I was told, I'll grow to finery
becoming a grown tapestry
Yet, all I have to show are frayed edges
I've become fraught
no longer taunt
My will sags like the loose threads
I see no value in reweaving
......
I don't have thick skin
by Sam List
I don't have thick skin
I feel the bite of your words
They strike like a wrought iron whip
My outside is weak
But what counts is within
I don't have thick skin
But your attempt is no use
I don't have thick skin
Cause inside I'm immune
......
