Bullet Poems - Poems about Bullet

took a bullet in my brain no refrain no restrain in a war I feel the pain war is horrible for both sides there is no place for us to hide death or glory? You are kidding right? so many lay dead on that first night where’s the glory in killing so many young? horrible reality, where’s the fun? I’ll never again fully see the...

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Amidst intense bullet rain A little scavenger came to collect casings Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket. Tanks arriving from the city, The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people— Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes. The wound of losing colleagues People who easily forget, take action The olive-green clad trusted ones take action. Those whom people consider dearest The last refuge for justice in...

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we think we'll be young forever and then we're not ~ AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway, When shadows stalk the moments lost to time, A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway, Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme. Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light, As innocence drifts gently into night; The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar, While memory rides the mist—a faded star. Oh, how...

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They dressed it in flashing lights and sirens, A crash in the night, the tunnel’s iron silence. But oh, I knew—it was never the speed, It was the order, cloaked in noble creed. I was not meant to love beyond the bloodline, Not him, not us, not a heart outside their shrine. A kiss under the moon became sedition, And in their...

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In a race on the savannah fleet of foot is the cheetah at up to 75 mph no animal can beat her and with a top speed of 50 mph lion is the second fastest cat tho' at 38 mph a leopard can't change its spots the lion can do that cubs are born with them and later lose to become lion spots have-nots an ostrich...

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Where my mind on my sleeve I have s.p.e.(I know you will get it eventually) and probably dyslexia Playing golf with a wolf called Rolf as you do Where were meant wear one plus one The rain the bough Brought the drought Jamaican hair I so dread If there was no nothing how would we now...

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Your hobby is to kill my joy, ...

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Prologue: A new kid joins an already troubled elementary school He sits alone on the first day, and no one dares to sit next to him For if they dared, their social status would be reduced to a pile of rubble. For a while everyone just left this kid alone, and no one dared to figure out the...

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See the distances of betrayal misunderstand it is too late or just try it is your duty the responsibility. Don't give up the space is yours always hesitate but initiate the fight! Take your mind to the distance greater than universe, stronger than earth's gravity make it a priority the bullet is yours take it with pride and understand the speed too your...

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Slow Bullet - Karma Ever wondered why things come back, Returning with such abject force And strange yet ominous impact? To gnaw and bite and even kill, Our ill conceived deeds though do, Appear yet to be constantly on trial, Often making so much trouble - in fact, It may be due to some elusive...

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A badly spoken, thrown word... is not a stray bullet that tears the body, the chest, ...

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Little by little, strength fades from my body, This world is coming, aging and heavy. Now, we must not lie idly, spitting on fate, For wasting away is no longer our state. My parents cultivated gardens, healed the land, Their homeland was Motherland, as they’d planned. I, too, sowed seeds in the earth where I stand, And loved to reap the fruits...

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when a solution with bullets a transfusion than an execution Trump shooting Liz Cheney when Trump will appease there are others he will tease other voters seize ...

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As I look into the vast ocean of wight, here in the shadows of wont right, left amongst the myriad mellifluously, will you still hold a monstera like me? To be this maiden fair — to care about myself, ore not to mine — opals rainbow in black skies, heralding a new plateau of what you know, breaking the shackles of the...

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