Gunfight Poems - Poems about Gunfight

You got your gun there on your hip. You got your tin star pinned there on your vest. You got your hat pulled way down low Yet your heart beats fast there in your chest. Because before you stands the man And your hand is slippery with sweat And the time for talk is gone And you know one chance is all...

Continue reading...

Dust swirls in Tucumcari, Two shadows draw at noon, Steel flashes, sharp echoes, Silence falls, one man stands, Desert sun claims the victor....

Continue reading...

Just married, Kane, law and order keeper Faced his foe, Miller, a crooked creeper As the clock ticked toward noon Shot dead in gunfight the goon Saved his tortured bride, their love grew deeper. ___________________ May 2, 2022 Syllable Count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS) Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com Contest : High Noon Sponsored by : Joseph May...

Continue reading...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One brought a gun, one did not Fool... Next duel, one ought ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...

Continue reading...

(Quick off the top of my haid) Da dibble go down to Georgia A town in Texas, who knew He went on de run He took his six gun Lookin' for to doo wacka doo. He comed across a young sure-shot Targetin' a hickory stump Dibble feelin' sly Slithered up to this guy And patted him upon the rump. "What you doin' mistuh? You hyeh lookin'...

Continue reading...

The Gunfight By R.e. Taylor It was a dreadful day Black clouds hung low Thunder echoed around And the rain fell in sheets Still I was on the street Standing in the mud Facing a man who had killed too many He drew as fast as lightning A flash of light A stabbing pain in my chest I never had a chance So I became another notch And an...

Continue reading...

The sun was rising in the east behind some hitching posts - and weathered boards, on buildings old, had nothing left to boast. But I wore fancy cowboy duds, I was a handsome sight. A crowd of people gathered 'round to watch this old gun fight. The street was dead and empty except for sin and I. I somehow ended up out here. I'm really not...

Continue reading...

Gunfight in old Abilene With his hat drawn way down, reins loose in his hands His horse sweating pints, the sun burning down The dust from the trail was choking his throat The Abilene sign, said, two miles to go He rode into town, stared the folk down He pulled up his horse at the watering trough All scuttled inside as his...

Continue reading...

The barrel was long, Made of cold hard steel. The bullets of lead, The pain would be real. The streets made of dirt, As the wind blew clouds of dust. The showdown was at noon, All for love and lust. As they took to the street, The spurs clinking as they walked. The people looked from the windows, And neither of them talked. The one was a...

Continue reading...

Chic Waco was the marshal of our little town. Stood near six-two and usually sported a frown. Never said a lot but what he said, was said mighty clear. Most likely if he was talking to you, it was something you wasn't wanting to hear. Chic was a mighty good marshal and...

Continue reading...