Best Gunman Poems
Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025
For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place)
Poem of the day - 5th January 2025
I checked my watch and checked my phone,
but everyone’s in a different zone,
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific,
maybe I should be more specific,
the dollar says in god we trust,
but love thy neighbour bit the dust,
I wasn't feeling all too great,
after that late night altered state,
shining my leather mourning shoes,
watching weather and breakfast news,
a gunman shot the truth today,
the eagle had been blown away
so had the snow white turtle dove,
won’t somebody tell me, what time is love?
I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun;
I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun;
Half the men here recognize him, when he strode through the door;
The room is taught with anger; we’re fixing to mop the floor;
He ordered up a tall one and threw a glance around the room;
I remember my good buddy, he sent on up the flume;
Tombstone was where it happened, that drifter came to town;
Johnny was loud mouthing, when the drifter shot him down;
Now Johnny was a hard case, but he had him lots of friends;
And most of us in this here bar were there when he met his end;
I toss a glance off to my left and drop my hand down to my colt;
He was staring down my barrel when the drifter tried to bolt;
I hit the ground a running and I pulled that hammer back;
Today ended in bloody revenge, that was the end of Zack…
The gunman secures by his concealed identity
shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight
kills, by order, greed, and convenience.
With blood-stained conscious
Our land Sliding into anarchy, becoming a boiling cauldron
But where is the unknown gunman from?
Every time he showed up spending noisy hours,
he left unscathed perhaps the cries of the victims
couldn’t rouse the night watch men from their slumber,
honestly, they must have been tired.
After all our leaders only condemn such act
and as good citizens we weren’t expecting more.
Our leaders tiptoe and mewed
oh, the fear is potent. it’s a cold war but who’s after us?
Here, crimes can be control except that of the unknown gunmen
Amid the deep smoke from his firearm
Many lives brought to their unexpected end,
Maybe these gunmen are not truly unknown.
Since the impart of the state are rarely felt
the government remain unknown by most citizens
probably they’re all unknown,
the decimation of the night watch men is a flight into anarchy,
once violence is allowed to sit,
it cannot be ordered to leave.
while officials rehash old press releases
with misguided rhetoric, daily doses of media reports
on activities of the unknown gunmen are relentless.
With many federating units like the polygamous home of an African king,
justice, equity, and fair play should be central place
only then can we raise and dust ourselves to face the future which is now.
There are gunshots firing.
Soldiers continuously dying.
Local people that have done no harm
Are suddenly filled with dreading alarm.
By the very end of the twinkling stars and the night,
The whole village has been set alight
Some have been taken.
Those left behind are still shaken.
The only thing making them glad they’ve survived
Are the tears in their family’s eyes.
A child inside hunches over his school desk,
Strangely oblivious to the whole mess.
He’s so wrapped up in his own tasks
That when morning rolls in, he forgets to ask
Where his parents are.
But a child can only follow a thought so far.
So when someone comes and puts a gun in his hand,
All he thinks he can do is agree with the man.
17/11/17
Child Soldiers is a huge problem in the world today, especially in the continent of Africa.They're forced to take part in wars and conflicts, forced to kill, and commit other acts of violence.Others are used as cooks, porters, messengers, informants, spies, basically anything their commanders want them to do. Child soldiers are also often sexually abused.They can be recruited by state or non-state armed forces and are usually forced away from their family. It's a horrible and cruel thing going on in the world which needs to be addressed and dealt with in some way. Hopefully this poem will raise a little bit of awareness. I know it's not very much in the grand scheme of things, but it's all I can do and at least it's better than nothing.
Forty nine people were shut down,
that Sunday morning was very sad;
sunrise came and mourned their death,
I grieved for the souls of all the innocent!
" Damned be the one who pulled the quick trigger,
who seeks pleasure in blood should be accursed!"
My judgement may sound too repulsive and harsh,
but doesn't a loving god, by any name, hate a killer?
May God stop the hand of the next killer,
the premeditated bloodshed in his evil mind;
may his plan fail before he attempts to kill:
one less gunman, a hundreds lives saved!
A Nation in chaos, fear keeps on increasing, folks run
to safety, a very tough President is needed immediately;
a soft heart must be replaced by a hard one: make no
single weapon available to the murderer, stop him cold!
May God stop the hand of the next gunman
whose madness is steeped in anger and hatred;
be vigilant, do it for your family, do it for others:
you can put the smile back on everybody's face!
Written on 6/22/ 2016
With the gun to my head
the gunman weeps
I am young
I have lost so much
you will be my release
much pain have i felt
in so short a time
many have I lost
still close
but too far to reach
I have given love
and not received
I have nothing to lose
He is in the shadows
waiting
as i hold the gun to my head
to relieve myself
of the pain I feel
and the love I do not
Unholy Gunman
A change in shift time 2 hours earlier means just that
Less sleep and broken rest feel like a ing dead dog
Oh my ing Satan help heal my wounded body!
How can I feel like this and be alive it’s so wrong
But not to worry I’ve a job to do and do it I will
They pay me peanuts and treat me like a monkey
On the bars I will swing and put on a show
Time to fire up the moped and go and kill
Got my 45 ready to plug some people a lot!
Bigger body count the better Devil pays me well
Being tired makes me numb not slow as I’m fast
I can do a karate bout without 3 days sleep
Riding a moped and randomly shooting is easy
Each shot a kill maybe Lucifer aims for me?
Anyhow I got 4 kills today all random and dead
They’ll never catch me you notice me later
When I’ve gone I had blond hair when it’s black
Me the Unholy gun man with little sleep
Out there doing my job so my boss gets his souls
I’ll sleep a little better today as I got 4 kills…