Bullet Poems - Poems about Bullet

A steel serpent sleek and swift and bright, slices through landscapes, day dissolves to night. No patient plod, no rhythmic rolling sway, but driven power that commands the day. A blur of motion where the fields fly past, a fleeting glimpse of moments built to last. The city's edge, a distant fading gleam, as miles are swallowed in a waking dream. A human...

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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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Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin... from the Harris-Walz front where liberal minded socially progressive electorate doth agonizingly grunt targeted in crosshairs scoped out eager and ready to be mortally wounded courtesy notorious big headed (and bigoted) infamous for bearing arms as if going on a hunt as attested to him and recorded for all of posterity on March...

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Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping waiting for the Great Wall of China to move. An angelic rift wafts over the stereo, calming the boiling rage bottling up in the gut for a few more minutes. The ambience, a slip into outer space, the guitar sparking child-like awe- a blessing to my strife Holding back insanity with reins, I scream I’m coming home I’ve been gone for...

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Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system. nightss nag with naissant nightmares mornings moved as malignant monsters trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me I ignored prayers, mindfulness and Jesus above I believed in money and stood as a gluttony, greedy foolish glideroy entity the empire of emptiness exhausted me... my crimson crooked heart hovered in the chains of...

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. It's really not Her eyne or any uv the clay Our Heavenly Father Formed her uv though help it does It's more the know the force...

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To have dodged a bullet is heard by me as a clear soft symphony, it reminds me that all is a dramatized sigh of relief whether stressed, sad, annoyed, mad or worried, it all ends the same with the word that is second most heard than your name; “it is all going to be...

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Hearts such as mine such as yours should never travel on bullet trains. though the trip allowed but a few hours was never scheduled, never ours w' nowhere to go but forward into a dark unknown. not one to complain w'you tagging along the fare's still the same, I always loved your song. something soothing, calming enveloping me in timbre and tone like...

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