Revolver Poems - Poems about Revolver

... ~~~~~ The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been......Read the rest...

... I wish the smoking would hurry up and kill me. Too much of a coward to hold the revolver to my head and pull. I wish the cancer would drool through my veins like the scattered kisses I’d give h......Read the rest...

...Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024 A scent (and sixth sense predominates), when apple boughs and other aromatic flora laden with blossoms and fruit gently assail cilia of the nostrils......Read the rest...

...A Flock of Startled Birds He had sat for an hour on a long, low, flat rock, He had checked himself over from bald patch to sock. His leather shoes burnished to a mirror-li......Read the rest...

...A whistling toad is an abomination to the soul and a barking dog is enough to start the brawl; the wind cannot keep still because it is draining energy from the flour mill, the yellow jacket wasp is ......Read the rest...

...Oh, he had a combat rifle, An Uzzi sub machine gun A revolver and a pistol And a TASER just for fun, Because to bear arms Was his God given right One of those for which He was prepared to fig......Read the rest...

...I remember it like it was yesterday. Knowing to myself she won't say yes to today. It was unrequited, but if I quit I know I would regret it. At times I know I'm not a positive influence. Bu......Read the rest...

...Another dawn moment Another dawn crime Another act of violence In a violent desperate time. The firing squad paraded On the killing ground Every rifle charged but One with a blank round. T......Read the rest...

...The rebel who came to town In search of inner peace She roams the American West Specifically, the Texas Hill Country and South Plains She keeps a journal of her adventures and fights in......Read the rest...

...A scorpion will never face it’s own stinger. A bear will never maul itself. Why then do some men have wounds they wont talk about? It’s not always the arrow that kills you, it’s the infection. ......Read the rest...

...No one tells (I should stop here) …of shadows in the alleyways believe me… (you should) that the fangs come out at night (never during the day) i have to say (you should too) that the mov......Read the rest...

...A metallic muzzle breaking through a marshy bog; an unlikely find out here in the rain-riddled moor. I finger dig the soft ground, reveal the snout of a short barrel, clay clogged, emerging ......Read the rest...

...I strolled into the room, real casual you see I took a look around, one of them was guilty *Bang* an authoritative door slam sounds in my wake Dramatic sunglasses removal, in their boots, they wil......Read the rest...

...A black powder 1868 colt revolver. Dad’s rusty Buck knife. A few old Zippo lighters. Ivory figurines haggled over with an illicit trader in Shanghai, same for a two hundred year old silk rug n......Read the rest...

... "Heart" Deep fissures formed in the cracks of the nowhere place where time leeched bleeding claret through the green veined blues protean bit by bit the flesh ......Read the rest...