Gunman Poems - Poems about Gunman

Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025 For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place) Poem of the day - 5th January 2025 I checked my watch and checked my phone, but everyone’s in a different zone, Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific, maybe I should be more specific, the dollar says in...

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The gunman secures by his concealed identity shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight kills, by order, greed, and convenience. With blood-stained conscious Our land Sliding into anarchy, becoming a boiling cauldron But where is the unknown gunman from? Every time he showed up spending noisy hours, he left unscathed perhaps the cries of the victims couldn’t...

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Unholy Gunman A change in shift time 2 hours earlier means just that Less sleep and broken rest feel like a ing dead dog Oh my ing Satan help heal my wounded body! How can I feel like this and be alive it’s so wrong But not to worry I’ve a job to do and do it I will They pay...

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There are gunshots firing. Soldiers continuously dying. Local people that have done no harm Are suddenly filled with dreading alarm. By the very end of the twinkling stars and the night, The whole village has been set alight Some have been taken. Those left behind are still shaken. The only thing making them glad they’ve survived Are the tears in their family’s eyes. A child...

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Forty nine people were shut down, that Sunday morning was very sad; sunrise came and mourned their death, I grieved for the souls of all the innocent! " Damned be the one who pulled the quick trigger, who seeks pleasure in blood should be accursed!" My judgement may sound too repulsive and harsh, but doesn't a loving god, by...

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I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun; I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun; Half the men here recognize him, when he strode through the door; The room is taught with anger; we’re fixing to mop the floor; He ordered up a tall one and threw a...

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With the gun to my head the gunman weeps I am young I have lost so much you will be my release much pain have i felt in so short a time many have I lost still close but too far to reach I have given love and not received I have nothing to lose He is in the shadows waiting as i hold the gun to my head to relieve...

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