Poems about Bullying
His blood on my fist
Knuckle to the bone
Tear through those teeth
Like a plow through the snow
What is a friend, you may ask.
A friend is special, kind, sweet,
Watches out for you,
Asks you how you are,
What is wrong with our generation?... Smoking. Sex. Drugs. To be cool you have to smoke.
What is wrong with our generation?... Smoking. Sex. Drugs. To be cool you have to smoke.
You should know better
You should know that bullying hurts
It all starts with one word
One word that you blurt
I’m sorry everyone who is bullied, for the world has sinned
And taken your lives
We laugh when faced with comical things
we laugh at other human beings
laugh when they stumble, trip or fall