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Revolver Poems - Poems about Revolver


Premium Member Hitch Cocks the Revolver - Ziket
horror-filmmaker's mind dreams ~ audience screams August 12, 2020 2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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Categories: revolver, cry, film, horror,
Form: Free verse
Revolver
churning milk makes butter spinning wet clothes dries them and as the world turns it makes my night and my day...

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Categories: revolver, muse,
Form: I do not know?



Revolver
When she heard the sirens and the cop pulled Her over she remained more calm than expected It was nearly 3am and once again she is reminded Of her busted tail light. The cop asked her for License and registration, she eagerly acquiesced. He walks back to his car and she puts an earlier traffic Ticket she received in...

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Categories: revolver, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Pistol Or Revolver
Pistol or Revolver Horn Haiku A pistol or revolver Is not a problem solver Never meant to be. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet...

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Categories: revolver, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Haiku
The Revolver
With a desk, a cluttered room Through cracks in shutters I catch the moon Whirl my tangible face once around the threshold (Maybe my focus can be found). What is this I grapple with? Desire? Or hope? Perhaps the thought that imprisoned I might choke, That the dust I lick from a crevice or a floored shirt Might poison this feeble mind beyond...

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Categories: revolver, age, courage, desire, fear,
Form: Blank verse



The Revolver
Scene 1: There once was a man filled with joy a wife, a home and a cute infant boy Everything was grand with twins on the way. A spontaneous dog who liked to play. One day in the spring He'd receive a call. It was about his family. the phone would suddenly fall. Scene 2: The car came out of nowhere smashing head on the passenger side Killing the infant son...

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Categories: revolver, loss, , cute,
Form: Free verse
Revolver
Return the innocence you took, afraid, we were, to even look, so paranoid of being mocked, revolver in your hand half-cocked. Without a compass, lost at sea, destruction was our destiny, time and time, left alone, with just the scent of your cologne....

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Categories: revolver, childhood, daughter, death, mother,
Form: Rhyme
This Loaded Revolver
This loaded revolver Looks so good next to your head You wear it so well Did anyone ever tell you That you should be a model? This metal barrel suits you It goes well with your skin tone And I swear your eyes just got brighter You are my gun’s favorite accessory...

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Categories: revolver, death, funny, life,
Form: I do not know?

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