Best Warning Shot Poems
Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid.
I blame it all on the imp called Cupid.
No warning shot fired over my head
His arrow struck and brought me dread.
The poisoned point of that lethal dart
Was the reason love grew inside my heart.
The toxin traveled within my veins
And held me with the strength of chains.
Love spread as quickly as a wildfire,
In heated flames of uncontrolled desire.
It left behind a heart he had torched,
Bleeding, torn and badly scorched.
I refuse to rhapsodize that love is grand
it can be washed away like words in sand.
Only a romantic fool will ever believe
Love brings only joy and no reason to grieve.
Of sad songs and tears, I've had my fill.
They've left me cold as winter's chill.
I now sleep alone in my half empty bed.
It's the price to pay when love is dead.
No longer reason for me to linger.
He'd removed the ring from his finger.
Without hope that he'd want to put it back,
Our marriage was shrouded in funeral black.
From the precipice edge I began to fall,
As high as a towering castle wall.
In fear, I trembled ever further down
Into a moat of tears, I fell and drowned.
Heart-wrenching, my decision to walk away,
But I could no longer risk my life to stay.
No words of regret would I have written
If by Cupid's arrow I'd not been smitten.
How different would be my thoughts
If he'd not taken aim at my lonely heart.
A reflective moment of bereaving.
A remembrance of love's deceiving.
Would I have wished I'd not been shot
And wounded by love? No, I think not.
Even though it's all come to an end,
My bleeding heart has begun to mend.
What good is there to live with regret?
Or in wishing that we'd never met?
What once was love is now in the past.
Cupid's potions don't always last.
Sometimes love brings too much pain
With more to lose than there is to gain.
Time has passed without a pause
And broke the hold of Cupid's cause.
I've taken away the hunter's quiver
Before another shot can be delivered.
Another love to tear me apart ~
Another arrow to pierce my heart.
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2-18-16
The Heart That Bleeds: Forever Malta
I don't want a flimsy daisy chain love
one the slightest breeze will sever apart
Their blooms are as pure as a turtle dove
I won't play childish games with my heart
Plucking flower petals, I would never do
for he either loves me, or he loves me not
Cupid drew his little bow and an arrow flew
He missed but I consider it a warning shot
Love is seldom simple. I'm aware of that
Unless built on honesty, it will surely fail
The man I will love must wear a white hat
not some scoundrel who carries a tall tale
The truth in matters will someday be told
So I'll not pluck daisies and strip them bare
One day my heart will discover and enfold
the hero searching for me, his own lady fair
July 7th, 2017
*Thank you, Marti Sutherland, for writing in tandem with me.
a warning shot
triggers the clock
heads tick to every second
enters the flip of a magnet
a distinction to please
entropy finds a seat
takes the rein
broken strings gathered neat
provokes an impulse
the overture tumbles
pushes a soft warm breeze
leans in with an ease
steals the air I breathe
holds the key
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Sunlight is streaming through the tree limbs
A dancing wind rushes through the air
Two clomping horses mounted with riders
Gallop across a background so fair
Together they will face the trials
Of desert sun and freezing nights
Indian raids that just might come
When they least expect the fights
Cactus flowers brighten the trail
With pink and gold and orange
Colors seeming to draw them near
To the deserted landscape of scavengers
If a Indian crosses the plains
Making their way into view
The cowboys will fire a warning shot
To dissuade the onslaught of misconstrue
Hopefully, they will make it back home
Without losing a horse or a man
But will their bosses understand
When they arrive without their cowboy hands?
The Hunter
(His identity and his prey)
Love is blind, deaf, dumb and stupid.
I blame it all on the imp called Cupid.
No warning shot did he let fly
Before his arrow struck the bulls eye.
The poisoned point of his little dart
Was the reason love grew inside my heart.
The toxin traveled within my veins
And held me with the strength of chains.
(The result of his hunt)
Love spread as quickly as a wildfire,
In heated flames of uncontrolled desire.
It left behind a heart that was torched,
Wounded by being burned and scorched.
I refuse to rhapsodize that love is grand
For it can disappear like words in sand.
Only a romantic fool will ever believe
Love brings only joy and no reason to grieve.
Of sad songs and tears, I've had my fill.
They've left me as cold as winter's chill.
I now sleep alone in my half empty bed.
It's the price to pay when love is dead.
No longer reason for me to linger.
He'd removed the ring from his finger.
Without hope that he'd put it back,
Our marriage was shrouded in funeral black.
From the precipice edge I began to fall,
As high as a towering castle wall.
In fear, I tumbled ever further down
And saved myself before I drowned.
Heart-wrenching, my decision to walk away,
But I could no longer risk my life to stay.
No words of sorrow would I have written
If by Cupid's arrow I'd not been smitten.
How different would be my private thoughts
If he'd not taken aim at my lonely heart.
No memories to keep me awake at night,
Or to recall upon morning's first light.
As bitter as these words may sound,
It's an honest attempt to be profound.
A reflective moment of bereaving.
A remembrance of love's deceiving.
Would I have wished I'd not been shot
And wounded by love? No, I think not.
Even though it has come to an end,
My seared heart has begun to mend.
What good is there to live with regret?
What point in wishing we'd never met?
What once was love is now in the past.
Cupid's potions don't always last.
Sometimes love brings too much pain
With more to lose than there is to gain.
Time has passed without a pause
And broken the hold of Cupid's cause.
I've taken away the hunter's quiver
Before another shot can be delivered.
Another love to tear me apart ~
Another arrow to pierce my heart.
He was a nice quiet gentle man
He had family friends wife and a daughter too
But Rayshard Brooks was also a black man
He was just waiting for a burger at Wendy's drive-through
He'd been for a drink and was tired that time of day
He fell asleep in his car
Wendy's called the police, there's a car in the driveway
They probably didn't need to go that far
The police came and woke Rayshard Brooks up from his dream
They made him walk the line, watch their finger move across his face
They talked to him for ages or so it seemed
They made him show he did not need a brace
He had passed a 20 minute sobriety test
But then they insisted on a breathalyzer too
He blew .108, and that set up the arrest
He would have been under if he had a burger and milk shake too
They went to handcuff him
Rayshard thought of George Floyd and his fate
And decided to resist, run and escape them
He was running away but it was all a bit too late
Although the cops had his name licence and car
And they could have picked him up later
Three shots were fired right at him, quite bizarre
With no warning shot for that matter
They shot him in the back twice
Lethal force was not warranted to defend
The charge should be murder with a price
Another murder most foul, so hard to apprehend
Another black man is shot dead
Laying in his blood where he bleed
After Rayshard Brooks had been killed
Protesters came to Wendy's from the up the hill
They set the place ablaze
In a fit of revenge and rage
Everyone has had enough of all of that stuff
And now is the time to get tough
Murder murder they cried
That black man did not need to die
Everyone is now marching in the streets
Nothing is going to stop these feet
Darkness surrounds me, obsesses me now.
I face the devastating power, feeling my strength draining.
I can smell the evil, as my insides roar a warning shot,
But lust for the dark has taken control.
How quickly our resolve can drain away.
Only hours ago I gathered with a congregation
And pledged to flee from this sexy evil I now caress and
Dream of stripping to its most depraved form.
Why is it the dark that so attracts me?
Forces me to break all vows, regret it immediately?
My soul's weary from battles to overcome my destiny.
Damn Weight Watchers!!! I'm eating chocolate!!!
Last Night
There is a stillness in the house
While I wait, as quiet as a mouse
I soak it up, this quiet respite
For very soon, I'll be more desperate
I will need the peace inside myself
To put my needs up on the shelf
For at this very moment
I hear the gravel of the tires
No warning shot, no cannon fires
Coming up the winding driveway
I can hear the troops, they are like an army
I hear them comin' ...., (and yes, I love them!)
This Morning:
Pots and pans fill up the sink, with baked on, crusty bits
There are several plates of dried up cheese, and dips with soggy Ritz
The kitchen floor has sticky goo, where the bowl of gravy spilled
And scattered glasses here and there, (a few are still half-filled)
New sofa pillows are on the floor, the dog is sleeping there!
The gift of chocolates, someone brought me...have somehow disappeared!
A rumpled afghan, lies in a heap, where someone took a nap
Beneath the chair, a scarf, a shoe, and someone's fleese lined wrap
There is Chex mix, legos, tinker toys, helter-skelter around the floor
Chocolate crumbs, beneath my feet, and handprints on the door
The remote control, was out the door, I found it on the porch!
The telephone was ringing too, and took an hour's search!
I'm finding candle wax, and a few thumb tacks, a mix of this and that
I keep finding things, ...then can't find things, has anyone seen the cat??
A turkey carcass stares at me, ......(I guess I'll make some soup)
A messy bunch of people, they are, but if you think I'm duped................
Thanksgiving Day, with family here, (although they leave a mess...)
A holiday, the best of things, and yes, I know I'm blessed!
The sails billow as they catch the wind
White crested waves put our ship a sway
To portside ye mates and scalawags
The merchant's ship shall be our prey
Fly their country flag the captain yells
So at twilight they can see
We are friends and countrymen
Their fast galleon shall not be put to sea
Ahoy mates and countrymen our captain shouts
Towards what wind does ye's fine ship sail?
To motherland responds the merchant ship
Their captain aft and by the rail
Bring down their country flag
Yells our captain, the old codger
Fire at them a warning shot
And then raise the Jolly Roger
Pistols, cutlass, and boarding axes
The buccaneers are at the ready
Slide the boarding plank and hook the ship
Once the ships are good and steady
The ship is taken without a shot
We loot and plunder all the booty
In small boats we set them out to sea
We drink rum as if'' t our duty
The cook's in galley cooking mutton
Shivers me timbre the take was good
Thar will be feasting and grog tonight
On plates of silver ar' served the food
Doubloons, gold, and pieces of eight
The merchant ship carried them a plenty
We divide the loot and drink more rum
Then we sing our drunken shanty
'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum"
My conscience is slowly fading
My moral compass no longer leads the way
Ive come to a( no turning back point)in life
Where its time remove all thats decayed.
I never was a racist man
I looked at all men as my brothers in this life
But now those brothers attack me as a lesser man
And cause me grief and strife.
Ive decided to stand up for who i am
And my right to exist on this good green earth
I will fight and put down anyone trying to destroy
My values and sense of worth
So take this as a warning shot
If you choose to block my way
Vengence is mine says the Lord
But mine will visit you one day.
To the lowlife scum who set my place on fire. Im coming.
My sins are of my own doing
Skeletons of my own choosing
None worse than forgiving
I shouldve known better
I know how you are
Right down to the letter
Cowardice and Betrayel
Same story from the theme setter
Should of known you would become her
Life is all about memories and lessons learned
Choices made and bridges burned
So i have my memories and the lesson im learning
Helped me make the choice to keep the bridge burning
Never again will i answer your call
Never again will i pick you up when you fall
Never do i want to hear from or see you at all
Go ahead and keep all those pics of us on your wall
At least your ex is worth keeping blocked
You aint even worth half the thought
I warned you not to awaken what you cant put down
Funny thing is you think you know me
But individuals cant be recognized by a clown
Hiding behind your own mask your tears run
Hide them the best you can
You cant compare in terms of the fun
Its why all your past prefers the love of a man
Here is your warning to stay away
This is the game you dont want to play
In the mornings I lie awake listening as the city comes to life,
I stay hidden under the shelter of my covers paying the price.
Mephistopheles lurks beneath; and he’s reaching up to grab me,
keeping me scared to venture out because darkness is all I see.
Shouldn’t there have been a warning shot? A flare high up above?
but then again, a blind man can’t see the impending loss of love.
This blanket will serve as my fortress, if I don’t leave, I’ll remain safe.
If I slip out of this feathery comfort I’m afraid I’d have to see your face.
My parents have grown tired of me they wonder what I’m hiding for.
My friends don’t reach out to me; they no longer knock on my door.
I did this to myself; I pulled bricks from the dam almost every day
now I’m looking up at the surface, drowning in this flood I’ve made.
Crows I count as they repeatedly try singing my racing mind to sleep,
they’re only good for making it harder to keep myself away from me.
The walls if this desolate apartment close in more and more each day;
life goes on outside my window but in my empty bed I think I’ll stay.
White caps rising up
mirror surface gone silent...
Nature's warning shot.
High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.
If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.
Steve seagull, he dominates his space,
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.
That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.
Guys eyeing a staggering ransom
And willing to unleash the gruesome
The senders to follow their uncomfortable instructions
Or get ready for the unpleasant ructions.
In a matter of minutes gagging protesting lips
On disobedient backs landing punitive whips
A chaining of the resisting limb,
Hopes of rescue making slim.
In unthinkable venue detaining their captive
Before him testing their firearms bloody active
Any twist or turn attracting a warning shot
Unplanned funny moments punches tropically hot.
A hostage wishes things won't be savage
A dumping all day long like garbage,
His voice at the mercy of silencing sellotape
Body to the immovable tied against escape.
Kidnappers like bandits behave
Thesame choices of weapons making
Between knives so razor sharp they can shave
And hand guns that won't injury be faking.