Best Gun Poems

The gun seems gun-shy in this space;
where deer hides hang on rustic walls
and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead
of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun

 a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, 
 a loud-mouth predator at rest,
 this motherless, brother-less thug
 perceives no pity-pangs... the gun

now quiet, buckshot empty,...

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If guns don’t kill people 
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child 
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred

We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has...

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gun salute~
                                           in...

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“Smoking Gun”


Twisted Blistered dance with me
Come on Brother Snow get off your genuflection mojo knees
The World’s about to turn and merge
Vibrating dimensions souls that turn 4th and 5th must be better than 3rd
The World’s a vomit bucket filled with the spew of war 
and ravaging...

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The Bullet from My Gun



I am propelled like a bullet from a gun barreling through space, 
Through your flesh, 
Through the time you have misspent on this Earth now ending,
Too late to regret the bending trigger of my gun.



I penetrate your vagina, 
Your mind, 
Your...

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"Only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun."
So says the gun lobby—the bad guy with a gun!
School, shop, and street wax wet with blood,
But the hum of the gun works drowns out their cry.
Their tears, still, run deep...

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Son Of A Gun

My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.

He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single...

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That moment when you think it'll be a silent fart 
And it comes out like a machine gun giving your heart a start
Knocking over strangers
Not realizing the danger
Turning their hair white and creating a new part


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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When I gave you my safety, I had only you in mind.
I could protect you and defend with a love so refined.
 
You claim not to have asked, but I assure you that you did.
For I cannot fire bullets without first removing my lid.
 
You...

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I’m a poetic gun;
Shells of great caliber.
I measure each poem,
With my trusty caliper.

I load my own rounds,
Thoughts are the primer.
The powder’s my inspiration;
I’m a quick draw rhymer. 

With my cylinder loaded,
I’m ready to take aim.
Shooting poems into existence,
Into life’s open range.

In the heart of the...

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Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill...

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The crimson  sun still up
as she woefully walks
in an abandoned rustic railways;
Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails
almost buried in forgotten soil;
Her hands as cold as tombstone plate
whilst holding a gun on her left hand~
She grips a quill pen
to write the...

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Gun in the closet,
One in the drawer,
One under the pillow,
Does he need any more?

Scotch on the bar,
Jealousy on the mind
Can take you too far...
Your fate can be signed...

A loud bang,
A jolt,
A puff of smoke,
Gone is Beauty
In one sad stroke...

The Devil helped
Pull the trigger,
Why?
Cause he loves
To...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part of the Great Sioux Nation.

On saddled chargers rode half the Regiment,
of the Seventh Cavalry.
A tune they played on behalf of...

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BULLY
Who is the girl with the cricked teeth, she doesn’t deserve to smile
She is the type of person who needs to stay in and marinate for awhile
She needs to do something with that nappy hair looking like Diana Ross
Because damn, if life was a beauty...

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