Best Guns Poems

I love Guns


Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing...

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Guns and Roses


They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who 
are the guns
Zionists who kill for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for rape and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The...

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Home is where the radio is
Paradise is where I am
I miss his cigarettes...His mess
He said "I am smoking the last one"

I'm going to make him crazy
Rage, rage, rage
Rage, fury, rage
Nobody will be able to hurt me again

I will defeat pain with rage, my love
He cheated...

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A gun so nice to hold
Firm grip from one so bold

Shiny bullets fingers do enfold
To only the brave guns are sold

Not only to the brave are coffins sold
Silk lined some are, but still rot and mould 

Not only bought for the unfortunate ill, we’re told
Not...

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"The Big Guns"



A woman goes into war
with the matrimony of 
Life and Death 
a wound left empty
a gash pushing up 
daisies where bleeding
seeds don’t bloom no more

So love puts the big guns
in her hands, bullets loaded 
from the mind hell bent 
on breaking the walls...

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You Ain’t Touching My Guns

By Nug Revol

I’m sorry to hear about that massacre and all
Now to ban our assault weapons they’ll call

A few deaths of children is a small price to pay
To have guns that hundreds of bullets can spray

If I ever find that I...

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An armed deputy who is waiting outside
while a madman slays our joy and pride,
tell me again how it is good sense
to trust life and limb to the government?
Police are good people, without a doubt,
but they’re minutes away when seconds count,
and few enough know this hard...

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...And those who scream,”No gun! No knife!
Not even if to defend my life!”
Care they so little for being human
that they won’t even stand up to defend
the greatest gift bestowed by this universe?
It strikes me as incredibly perverse.
The whole of you, every thought and care,
uour hopes,...

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We welcome the tired and we care for our sick.
North Dakota is home and we don’t carry sticks.
Gun powder and lead protect every home.
We all stand together no one is alone.

For my friends in the cities, no longer safe from harm.
Don’t forget you have friends,...

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I love guns and I have plenty.
When Daddy passed he had near twenty

He kept them locked in the safe I built,
Loaded and ready with no blood spilt.

For him a gun was a precision tool,
Not to be handled by just any fool.

He taught us all how...

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First person shooter,
on a hate tour of duty,
swinging a bullet sling blade
Buying a death row ticket,
worth fifteen minutes of fame
First person murder shooter;
womb-to-the-cradle-to-the-grave robber,
using your Automatic Revolver
to solve your anti-social mental problems
Sharpen that sling blade
on a coroner grindstone wheel
Gather the scythe-shredded corpses 
from the harvest...

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GUNS AND ROSES

Another rain of bullets in the dead of winter.
A terrorist runs through like an Olympic sprinter.
Another candlelight vigil glows from the steeple. 
And America loves her guns more than her people. 

-Edlynn Nau 

December 4, 2015...

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Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie

Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie
Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me
Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles
Begging for more of my sexy beautiful smiles
A handsome brave soul to protect and deep-love me
Not...

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snowing winter night
so many corona ghosts
joined by gun ghosts
other ghosts as well 
just too many ghosts 
voices crying in the wind...

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The sounds of wolves howling... echoed loudly,
deep in the solitary woods of no mans land,
While the blazing campfire shared its hearth proudly,
heating the pot of coffee Kid Colt had close at hand,

Each day rehashed such thoughts of how it could be,
for one labeled an outlaw...

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