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Izabella Motch Apr 2020
Mama
Hugs me
Whispering soft letters
That sing together
And let off a gentle glow
They warm me up
And heal my scars

She builds me a sailboat
And I float
Float
Float
Up into cotton candy clouds

She is my sail
She makes smiles creep onto my face
Floating along
My world of haziness
My boat dancing
In the soft breeze
Which caresses my skin
Her whispers singing
Against it

Then I hear splashing
The waves are now rolling
Higher then I can handle
Their insults weaving their way
In and out

Pebbles are tossed at me
Until they are boulders
And my sail is sinking
And my boat is sinking
And I too, am sinking
Down
Down
Down

And now
I drown
In my sea of tears
The waves
Still thrashing me around
And I sift about
Like sand
Letting them
Drag me

I go
In and out
Of school and insults
In and out
Of my home, and warmth
Their words go
In and out
As they settle in my skin
And bleed out of my eyes
Leaving marking on my face
Until I hold onto
Every word they say.
Til I too am a wave
Washing my brain
Filling it with pain
Sifting around in the abyss of my head
I've sunk
This poem is about my own experiences with bullying and how you tend to take what bullies say stronger then what your parents say and I thought I would share it
Zack Ripley Mar 2019
They're swinging left and swinging right.
They hide in the shadows just out of sight.
But how can I fight what I cannot see?
How can I stop them from breaking every piece of me?
If you're out there and feeling all alone,
you don't have to fight all on your own.
Because the more you ask for help, the more you take control.
And when you take control and feel it in your soul,
the doubts will start to disappear.
Doubts! The bullies of the mind.
Doubts! Leave no trace of them behind.
Now that you know how to fight back, it's time to put it to the test. Take it one step, one day at a time, and we'll figure out the rest.
Starry Aug 2019
Dear Karen Benvie
I right this to say that
I am very upset about
How you changed my life
Not for the better but
For the worst
You ****

Karen
If weren't for your bullying
And bad behavior
I wouldn't have been
In more trouble that I nearly was
Sent to guantanamo
Instead I would have been
A medical examiner
And you.....
In gitmo

Karen
If it weren't for you
I would not have
A dangerously low self-esteem
And inferiority complex
You ******* racist thot
Yes thot because you
Nearly stole my boyfriend
Because of what
I am Arab.


***** yourself
In hell.
Girl who caused me more problems than bin laden.
Julia Ruth Apr 2019
Two tears dripped
She held the cup from which she sipped
Parallel and equally heavy
That fell from a cloud she could not levy

From the taunting and teasing
They called  nothing more than appeasing
She was big
named a pig
They drew her tears
Until she could not hear

She painted her face
Dressed herself in lace
she never had a chance to feel  beautiful
Until she was dull
She took her last breath
And tears drowned her to death
Don’t be mean to the big girl, she is just as sad as the skinny one.
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