Anti Bullying Poems | Examples of Anti Bullying Poetry

His women All my life, I have done my best in avoiding to be a father The reason was to avoid the drudgery of married life That brings us to Elon Musk and his many children  Some of them through the natural way others conceived  artificially, as he believes in building a stronger who can  tackle the future, I agree with...

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Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character legend, spun her tales—prose blabber, raw and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets as an adult. There, she tasted the bitter...

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Can you ever be pleased, mankind? Everything we try, yet we're met with night. We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light, When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight. "Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world" Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth. Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame, Emulate to...

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Storms don't end quickly Without space, we cannot heal Love yourself with time...

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She cries during songs that no one else listens to all the way through. Her heart catches on moments like it’s made of thread, tangled in things most people walk past without noticing. The girl who feels everything has a soul that doesn’t just hum, it sings, even when no one’s listening. She gives away...

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She walks like she’s carrying invisible things, memories stitched into the curve of her spine, questions no one’s ever answered clinging to her sleeves. The weird girl with messy hair doesn’t know how to sit still. Her thoughts move like storms, unpredictable and electric, sometimes kind, sometimes cruel. She writes poems in her head when...

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The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye! My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all! I had no desire, there, my...

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I opened it like a wound unwrapping itself, the envelope soft from time, your name trembling in a handwriting I had learned to forget. You said sorry. In ink, not voice. In past tense. As if my years of silence were a thing you could fold into a paragraph. I had already buried you in the quiet way people bury the living, not with dirt, but with detachment. I built...

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A tattoo that may have been from youth Could be of a religious reference too How horrific it would feel you would be blue Torn from your life family country rights refused Some may accuse you of being in a gang Yet KKK and Proud Boys are the very same Not any of them are arrested put in chains Double standards are...

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What if you are an emerald empath With the ability to feel cries or laughs That are like energy with a spiritual path That give insight unique to mental maths You may be of one fuchsia faith or maybe not But the soul is being bathed by another heart A two spirited person not evil nor innocent Feelings like a...

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We are the innocent ones who were verbally and physically eviscerated by heathens who deemed us weak. The evil ones punished our hearts, souls and minds leaving us in an internal pool of blood. We endured the ruthlessness and brutality from all whom wrongly believed they were somehow above us. There were so many...

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It must not go unsaid.    they were charming people who understood my concern to have an ill wife who needed care more than an old pension can bear was to invest with them in a scheme that out great dividends An investment where my uncle's son was the facilitator  what else could go wrong, his skeptical heart sensed a new spring...

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I know you thought you meant well, but a diet at twelve was pure hell Looking in the mirror at this enormous shell Emotions rising my eyes swell I couldn't help what I had felt And when it got too heavy I was met with your belt I didn't want to be seen and I'd scream because to you, being...

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The glow on her face Says how happy she is From bottom of her heart The glow in her eyes Tell how confident she is For her performance The glow of her soul Replies how strong she is Far she has come with it. ...

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No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence. Well, I've never been innocent. And so, there is nothing left to do but seek. What's lost is found, and what's found is never good enough. So I guess you better work harder at washing their blood off of your hands— and the blood they spilt in an attempt to taint you. Yet here I stand: unmoved, and untainted. ...

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