Gun Poems - Poems about Gun

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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I took up the call The command was made Placed the receiver down Hardened my resolve Steadying my shivering nerves I picked up the gun Shot at the innocent man He fell with a thud Blood spurted from his chest With my descent into Hell I fell from Grace My gut swiftly swirled Downwards the twilight zone A throne of skin and bone spoke "Thine sin you must...

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If you were to ever be placed in the situation in which there would only be one way out, would you hold our secret tight to your chest like a solemn vow Just like the traditional vows that we long ago should have shared, but like a coward you ran away and left me because you...

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Gun I will be at time Don't think so high Society tells you lie That I am lord Shiva It's not a dream of my It's a faith of your beleive Society tells you lie That I am An open characteristic Do you have a gun Believe in your faith I will be on time...

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God, Universe, Nature, This relationship I must foster This omnipotent essence I humbly extol; I earnestly seek to possess this power by being meek yet bold. This gun is the only weapon I need and shall carry Its power is more potent than the .44 that was carried by 'Dirty Harry.' God, Universe, Nature, I have bullets in every chamber I am one with...

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Today the world would almost fly like bird like something thus the other things are not exception or what matters or slacks. You see sometimes the whimsical world for instance would so much brag the numericality and so then maybe ...

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Silver bullets have no eyes They care not who is hit American schools where bullets fly Terrorizing the staff and kids The shooter often a kid as well This time he is a 14 year old His father arrested headed to jail How much about his child did he know The photo they splash on the tv Of a blonde haired student teen Surely a...

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bullets fly kids cry only lucky one’s survive god speed arch angels...

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Your dirty hands upon me. I tremble at the thought. Begging let my spirit free. The mad militia I have fought. Love still binds my heart to you, despite the freely dripping blood. Your presence on a raging coup, leaching my shell changing blue. Ripping the loaded gun so cold from your hot and beating hand. You...

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