Machine Gun Poems - Poems about Machine Gun

...As always, you are truly right The world has lost sight Of what truly matters— Genuine human connection, kindness.. Indeed, we've all become disconnected From not only each other but nature ......Read the rest...

...WALLS AND WAILS I am confined within these four walls For far too long and pray a wall falls And the guns jam with wardens asleep As I take a walk of freedom, a leap To a new world without gun......Read the rest...

... GREEN DAY – revisited Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated, enclosed, encoded, and encrusted wi......Read the rest...

...I live for brighter days despite this one's woeful absence of sun Memories are being shot at me; bullets from a machine gun Words keep rising out of me; a tidal wave, to swallow tomorrow's ......Read the rest...

...I carry a machine gun draped over one shoulder, other hand shoved into my pocket Nonchalant grim reaper with a list of names, fist balled up around bitter poetry, the names of future dead Angel and......Read the rest...

...Long time ago in a place called Taiwan, there was a very talkative woman, her mouth was like machine gun, even her dire breath could stun, but to her husband, she's the only one. May 15, 20......Read the rest...

...Oh, he had a combat rifle, An Uzzi sub machine gun A revolver and a pistol And a TASER just for fun, Because to bear arms Was his God given right One of those for which He was prepared to fig......Read the rest...

...It was hot and arid in the desert No wind, no breeze, not a breath And Pedro and Luis were lost And so very close to death. As they crawled across the sand As though trapped in still air The......Read the rest...

...A story I read about war and good luck charms….. The Good luck charm Standing on the dock in front of the troop ship His mother hugged him and fussed about Straightening his hat and brushing hi......Read the rest...

...Timelike and the decaying bodies piled high cease to amuse the vultures now Single shots give the rebels confidence They attack in force Heavy machine gun fire from the west t......Read the rest...

...For more than forty years my pistol And - trust - me - in the dark like a pistol, Sadly competing with my loved Christ, Mostly after quaffed Stout cruelly iced! Years back wore the look of Mac......Read the rest...

...Army officer. His name was Jones, was not Welsh perhaps his grandfather was He spoke a peculiar upper-class English sounded like a monologue directed at people with low intelligence. Jones w......Read the rest...

...The earth moans the earth and blood is soaked into dirt, the beatitude stands still and the mountain goat is grazing patiently on the hill. The birds are conducting Sunday morning mass and the leader......Read the rest...

...This poem was submitted for a work competition at CEX Twas the first day of CeXmas, and all through the land The taverns were a buzz as grog was in hand, Participants were giddy about the quests......Read the rest...

...It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps. ......Read the rest...