Should’ve, Could’ve, Would’ve - Emily Greenlee
I should’ve, could’ve, would’ve; Done something about that day, If only I had known it ended this way. I am not proud to tell you How I stood there and watched; He was so big and scary Was all that I thought.I couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t, get involved at all. I say to myself; It’s none of my business; As I turn and walk down the hall. I hear on the news; ’bout this kid who had died It tells of his woe; The day of his suicide They talk about how he locked himself inside of his room All to have shot himself to forget all the pain. Now as I walk through my school I hear the laughter But see the fear In their eyes plainly after And I know what their thought could easily be They think to themselves “what if it was me” I could’ve done something, I could’ve told someone, I would’ve, if I hadn’t been so afraid. Now I stand here promising If I ever see, This scary and sad sight again I will change my should’ve, could’ve, would’ve Into have, done, and did.. Explanation: This poem is explaining how this person should've done something about the situation because he could've done something to help. but he learned that next time he will do something about it and say he "did and done it" |
Karma - Veronica Bennett
I go to school There you are Laughing about what I am Giving me scars My heart is ripped open My mind filled with thoughts of rage Your words have me trapped Within an iron cage I cannot escape it No matter where I go My mind will be blank Then your image follows I see you as another Who drains the life out of me With your obsessive tormenting You smile with glee Have you accomplished something Was this your goal To kill my heart Then leave me trapped in a hole I wouldn’t give revenge That would make me the same Just watch your back Karma’s coming your way! Explanation: This poem is about a person getting bullied everyday, no matter where he is, and how this person is realizing that karma is going to get this person back. |
Childish - Tabitha
Houghton-Smith My world is starting to die. and I slowly start to cry. People talking smack, right behind my back. The childish games they play need to end this very day. I don’t think they realize, the tears coming out my eyes. I hate how they get to me, and how they don’t see, that my heart is bleeding, and that my tears have meaning. They mean I am hurt. and I want them to stop talking dirt. They mean that I can’t take it. and that there’s stuff they just don’t get. There’s more to me than they know. I just don’t let it show. I hide the things inside. But I wish I could speak my mind. I wish they knew the real me. Than they could leave me be. I’m just so scared of rejection, that I can’t even stand my own reflection. People just don’t understand, I want to show who I really am. There are so many things I need to say. but even if I could they won’t give me the time of day If only I could say it all. Than I wouldn’t easily fall. They just don’t comprehend. That I could be a great friend. I hate how they view me, as small and week. Inside me I am learning to be tough, I am able to fight through the rough. I just wish that was who I could be, on the outside that is I mean. My world would be so much easier, if I could be a little happier. Like I had said, their childish games need to end. and they need to realize, that there is truth beyond these eyes. Explanation: This meaning of this poem is telling us how childish bullying really is. It is explaining how bullying is hurting our world. |
Words Hurt - Kaylynn
You should know, bullying hurts. It starts with one word, one word you blurt. Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear. Did you know, your their biggest fear? Day by day you torment them, it takes so long for their hearts to mend. All they ask for is one true friend, but you make them want their lives to end. Everyday they wake up with regret, all they want to do is forget. It's not just hitting and punching, it's the words you say, they hurt so much, they want to fade away. This is when enough is enough, they're sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough. But they know they can make it through, you may not have known, but they always knew. They put on a fake smile and pretend they're okay, they believe they can make it all the way. Of course your words still offend, but they have been pieced back together again. Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand, they learn that it's time to stand. Their smile is no longer fake, now they have no reason to ache. You see, all they ever needed was a friend, someone to stand by them when the bullying came again. Now they are free, the insults barely sting, don't you see? The bully is never wanted, unless wanted to leave, The person you bullied now has no need for long sleeves. Your work here is done, not that it should of started, now who's the one who feels broken hearted? Bullying gave you power, that they refused to give, you can't help but wonder ''what if''. What if they didn't get so strong? What if they were crumbled all along? What you don't think of, is what could of been, what if they pulled the razor to their skin? What if you pushed them too far, to where they tied a rope around their collar. What if they wrote down all the secrets they had to spill, right before taking an overdose on the pills? You don't know what could of been done, you were doing it all for fun. You think they're losers, but they're stronger than you, have you seen what they've been through? With your words you gave a black eye, they are leaving, bully, so say your goodbye. But one more thing before you go, did you enjoy my little show? Remember, words can hurt more than the punch, Believe me now? Cause this was just a hunch. Explanation: This poem is telling you how one single word can hurt someone, and will probably eventually spread. This is showing how a person is trying to get through the struggle of bullying. |