Full Stop 2 Bullying Poetry

Full Stop 2 Bullying

The Last Time....

The last time I laughed was never,

the last time I cried was today,

The last time I was pushed over was five minutes ago,

Every school day seems to go on and on....

The last time I bled was yesterday,

The last time I went without food was break,

The last time I sat by myself was....everyday.

I pray for the end of school to save me.

The last time I had a friend was pre-school,

The last time I played with a person was then,

The last time I had the will to live was....

I can't remember,

I won't be returning to school in September.

This poem was written by a 14 year old female, called Angharad. I have since spoken to Angharad who is now 18 and she told me her life has now changed for the better - this shows there IS life after bullying.

Just remember Jon, walk tall

Don’t let that bully get you down

Next time he decides to have a go

Just let out a gentle sigh or frown.

Don’t give him the benefit of a reaction

Try to be careful that it does not show

I know deep down how much he hurts you

But this he must not know.

Remember that he perceives people as a threat

Fearing that they are more gifted than he

He feels acutely smaller and insecure

And this is what you must see.

So forgive him for his stupid ways

For he has not yet the wisdom to know

Why he’s really behaving the way he is

And putting on such a show.

And if others ever look up to him

Well that is their blindness too

They cannot see the situation for what it is

Believing the false instead of the true.

Perhaps one day he will know himself

And come to possess your quiet dignity

But till then it is for you to know yourself

That you know him better than he.

For you are the one who holds the true power

He doesn’t yet see this at all

He can only hope for the wisdom you have

And this is why you should walk tall!

And should it ever seem to you

That this torment will never end

Just remember that I will be here for you

Your lifelong friend!

This was written by a lady for her friend who was a victim of workiplace bullying, but a poem which decribes the courage you need to help fight against bullying!

Thank you very much Lisa x x x

Victim and Victim....Again!

My life was haunted, each shadow help pain,

bullied to no end, only to pass it on again.

I can't stop it, it flows both ways.

It will end I thought, one of these days.

'People will begin to talk,

if I should go and tell...

COWARD! BABY! GO CRY TO MUMMY!

The bullies will whisper, until last bell.'

Trapped. No escape, being hit,

I felt the anger growing stronger.

I go, take it out on the weak,

the anger, it remains no longer...

Later, i'll regret it I know,

i'll punish myself in my isolated world.

"My fear, my troubles, my problem,

I don't want them!" I yelled.

Then I found another...

his case was the same as mine...

We became friends, released it to each other...

talking in a private chatroom on-line.

The bullies were caught,someone had noticed,

I felt free! I had escaped the fight!

But I thought, right then, at that precise time,

someone was being bullied, no end in sight...

If only I could help them in somehow,

I searched... I found this site one day,

someone was trying! Light at the end of a tunnel!

I'll support them to the end, in every way!

This poem was written for the website about the website - thank you xxxx

Why do you hate me so much?

I’m all alone in this fight, can’t you see? There’s 6 of you and 1 of me,

It’s just not fair, please walk away. Please don’t beat me up today.

You gang up on me at school today. I get hit so much that I could run away.

But I am brave, I’ll see this through. My life is hell and it’s because of

The next time I get hit, I could be dead. Or lying hurt in a hospital bed.

But of course, this means nothing to you. Because it’s your life, it’s what

“You are ugly!” “You are fat, and that’s all you’ll ever be!”

I wish you knew what trouble you’ve caused by repeating those words to me.

But my hurt is something you’ll never feel and I hope you never do!

Because my life is empty now and I’ve never felt so blue.

I have no friends; you’ve managed so well, to turn them all against me.

I can’t sleep at night for fear of my dreams; I just wish that I could be

Some years have passed, nothing’s changed at all, you must hate me real bad?

Is it really that much fun, making me so sad?

It’s getting close to the last day of school, time to leave this life of

Just too much has happened to me, some of which I’ll never tell.

I can cover up my bruises; hide the scars and the hurt too.

But I never will be able to forgive you, for what you’ve put me through.

As much as I try, even today, these feelings inside won’t go away.

I never should have been treated that way and if you tried it how I’d have a

But you wouldn’t do that because you’re a coward. Your friends have gone and

you’re all out of power.

Now I am older, I’ve found true friends I can be myself and not pretend.

This brings my poem to a happy end :-)

YOU CAN SURVIVE BULLYING! I’m not sure that the hurt that these people cause

will ever go away, but it does make you stronger! x x x

A poem written by a special survivor - no more words can describe her/him better. Thank you xxx

This poem was written by someone who bullied - it gives us a reason why people bully.This person was afraid she would be bullied. Isn't it a sad truth that people bully others to stop themselves being bullied. Lets stop it - it is possible ....FULL STOP.

The Other Point of View.

I am small, but clever I have old clothes

I live in an old house

My dad has a bike not a car

Hey! I bully to get my own back!

I was in school and it was going well Mum

Everything was wicked they were nice to me Mum

Someone threw a pencil at me Mum

I was in science mum and they kept on throwing them at me

I didn't do anything mum, they said it was meant to be

Iit got worse mum

They came up to me mum threatening me as always

I didn't know what to do mum

they hit me mum what am I meant to do

The bell went for next lesson mum I was sooo pleased

I was walking to my next class, me like the bird with the bees

I was in my next lesson mum

So pleased to be there mum

I walked out of maths mum to tell a teacher about it

but they carried on mum as if like I was nothing

I finally got to my teacher mum

but I knew she wouldn't do anything mum so I went anyway

I got there mum and I said to my teacher why, why, why, do they have do

this to me Miss?

What have I done to deserve all of this

S - is for sadness which I feel

T - is for tears trickling down my face

O - is for offending which they do to me

P - is for picking on me.

B - is for bullying and how horrible it is

U - is for upset which is what I always feel

L - is for lying which they do when confronted

L - is for laughing when they see I am upset

Y - is for ‘why me’

I - is for ignoring me which I would rather they would do

N - is for nasty which is the names they call me

G - is for ganging up on people

Written by Danielle Francis aged 8 who is the victim of bullying.

Thank you Danni for your lovely poem, will be thinking of you,

keep smiling! xxxx