Gunpoint Poems - Poems about Gunpoint

Some men keep real cool at gunpoint Having been swimming in the company of the military, The nozzles of guns surveying in moments solitary: Witnesses to soldiers dipping their fingers in wallets For the purchase of that spitting out the bullets. Some men keep grinning at gunpoint, Because at them pistols have been pointed many times And no ugly story followed...

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Man is often nervous at gunpoint, Speedily answering an unasked question, Bank account details releasing as a rescuing option; Mr. Pile would scatter what he’d long piled up, Ready for a new relationship with a plastic cup. Man reveals peculiar intelligence at gun point, Wonderfully streamlining every bogus speech, A Breathing Ingenuity, magically of a peach: The Fittest for an ambassadorial job, From him...

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They all have their guns Aimed at the face of freedom There's nowhere to run....

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(This is a fictional poem) Two months ago I decided to visit another state. I thought it would be fun but it turned out not to be so great. As I walked by Lindsay Lohan's house, I heard a loud cry. I ran in her yard and saw her being held at gunpoint by a strange guy. He was enraged...

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Everything flashes like a slideshow, your faculties refuse to comprehend. Aborted chances, lost opportunities-- a stretched truth of an endless nightmare. Justice-hungry innards hammer inside, a perpetual defiance mounting. seething emotion turning to stark emptiness, misery gnawing from trumped-up promises. Hope-starved and shackled by iniquity, tears flood deep into your soul. Fears and regrets grip your heart, your stifled screams remain unheard. Gouged, grated, stripped down to nakedness... you...

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