Gun Poems - Poems about Gun

STAN THE SQUIRREL In Texas, there lived a squirrel named Stan, with his six-gun, he defended the land. He challenged coyotes to duels, and outsmarted the local old fools, wielding justice with his special brand. With a hat made of leather, quite grand, he scampered...

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There once was a man who loved guns With women he hit no home runs He'd whip out his round And shoot it outbound While wishing to target their buns...

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Corncob lay basking in the sun Sunbathing and having such fun But it got so hot His nib-lets were shot - Popping off the flies, when done...

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When under the gun how can one not be outdone by nepotism or overcome by favouritism altho' the norm they're no more than a form of terrorism a nebulous opponent none can fight on the human landscape naught but a blight from which we can't escape or run any self-respecting someone would shun and as for me you see I was obviously yet definitely born in the...

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Not its your turn my pretty to prick your finger on the blade taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate now it will reflect back to you in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock In every failed friendship, in every loss. You shall forever remember my name you shall forever remember this...

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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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They gave us a gun and called it freedom So when you tell me you care I dont believe you Your performative allyship And yes talking to you white liberals This 'white saviour' act you've got going on You can end it And stop pretending Let's call it what it is It's your guilt manifesting as being seen as 'progressive' But really it's just you...

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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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The animal trap The artist the athlete the strength of the human condition The leaders still fight Those inner demons Dance death into extinction Loves only threat Humans were a joke Then they reached Olympus Take the waves thrashing the ships Be the conquerer The life that takes The world remakes The feeling so hard and dark At Attention stands the demon man We can walk in...

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Dress a girl a letter, Printing numbers on her back. Buy her flowers, Give her powers, Wrapping poison round her neck. One day she’ll leave you, She’ll deceive you, And you’ll be better off dead. So, you won’t get far with that head Unless you break your neck And yet you still ask to the sun If the moon has won, If the war has really ended Or...

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“No notes,” the teacher said to us, "and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss. This is a pop quiz, to write an analysis of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."...

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I used to have a recurring dream In it, I was running  I mean, I was attempting to flee  From a man with a gun Who tried to shoot me Terror was gripping me When my legs went numb, and I stumbled Then he closed the distance between us His eyes were full of anger and sheer panic tore me from under  those deep bonds...

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Was it the kiss of the July morning sun, That lit your face with so much glow, Or the possibility of a meal in an unwary dove, That lifted the glaring muzzle of my silent gun, By the stream’s watchful, sleepless flow. Or the crack in the air of the barrelled whip, That took the fragility of the morning, by the...

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I'm friends with a monster, Inside my head. But I hate the way he is always Crawling under the bed when I want him beside me, holding my hand, Want him to protect me from all the thoughts racing Along the shore; a never-ending creed. I'm so tired of them, the thoughts- They're scarier than death. Now I want a gun pointed to my...

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#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me...

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