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Shooter Poems - Poems about Shooter

Premium Member Aftermath of Active Shooter
Silver bullets have no eyes They care not who is hit American schools where bullets fly Terrorizing the staff and kids The shooter often a kid as well This time he is a 14 year old His father arrested headed to jail How much about his child did he know The photo they splash on the tv Of a blonde haired student teen Surely a...

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Categories: shooter, america, angst, anxiety, death,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Dilemma Minichu
Dilemma Minichu kill thrill, rage unfolded? a youth's pebbles become hollow bullets inflight killer molded sunken, aloof might never makes right, but blight lone wolf hate ills endemic plight kills! kill thrill, rage unfolded? might never makes right but blight kills! ...

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Categories: shooter, america, analogy, angst, bullying,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Let's Rhyme
The day begins with the usual drill. Plans in readiness, we will fulfil. Crouch under your desk and stay quite still, Keep your eyes down, use your skill. Don’t look up, this I must instil. Try to be as quiet, not a sound if you will. We practice this drill not to give you a chill, It’s so important to do...

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Categories: shooter, school, teacher,
Form: Monorhyme
Premium Member With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load
With His Six Shooter In Hand He Emptied Its Load In a whiskey glazed stupor his horse he shot Under blue-wailing moon his heart, a broken mess And then his emotions tossed in their sad lot Somewhere with lost hope, his failures he did confess But as image appears, her beautiful face smiles She, kind goddess that had stolen his lonely...

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Categories: shooter, destiny, encouraging, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Club Q Shooter
Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean. Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen. Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing. Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding. What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave? Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved. How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart? Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start. What...

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Categories: shooter, culture, hate, love, motivation,
Form: Rhyme



Copper Instead of Gold
People now walk up to copper, Where Gold isn't for the hoper And silver starves seekers proper: Every single eager shopper... Then go for the waiting copper, Gold bound to be a Heart Stopper; From behind bullets The Dropper Your shooter off with his chopper. Also, with your Gold - Changed Pauper; You as dead as the grasshopper That manure secures for a cropper... Only go...

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Categories: shooter, celebration, change, death, money,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Decapitated
The children were pulverized, decapitated, Their flesh was ripped apart. This is the land of the free, And the home of the brave. Good guys with guns waited an hour. 19 students and 2 teachers were murdered. The children were pulverized, decapitated, Their flesh was ripped apart. We need AR-15 rifles to kill prairie dogs. We need AR-15 rifles because they are semi-automatic. 11-year-old Miah...

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Categories: shooter, america, children, grief, horror,
Form: Didactic
The Shooter
Denied a beer no I.D. only eighteen, so naturally he bought a semi-auto rifle. The silent mad go bad. Such a predicament. Sorrow weeps, reason sleeps. Background checks buried now in graveyard grounds. No more back to school....

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Categories: shooter, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What Usually Follow
When we don’t a lunatic fetter, Sanity does not look quite better; When A Sluggard is The Pace Setter, Things begin to happen much later: An Aquarian Chosen Go-getter, A lot tend to be rather wetter; Everyone A Well-Trained Sharp Shooter Exchange of Gunfire The Redder; One deciding to be A Looter Many Shaky Accounts The Redder … I’ve told you what usually...

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Categories: shooter, allusion, analogy, earth, evil,
Form: Rhyme
The Shooter
The shooter from the train was sought When police received a tip And now it seems that he’s been caught; To jail he’ll take a trip. You’d think that in New York he’d find So many spots to hide Where he could leave no trace behind With lots of time to bide. Yet rarely someone in a scrape (Or worse) evades the law For each...

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Categories: shooter, new york, today,
Form: Rhyme
Diary of a School Shooter
Day 1 I stomp into class black big Boots they work Good to make an impact See the teacher flinch Dumb ; its what she gets Eyes judging mouth yakking Puffy feet pounding up And down the aisles just to see What i’m doing-nothing Can’t you tell- nothing Day 29 Nothing good when i finally talk to someone They said “What you want” all loud When i Low down, just Asked for...

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Categories: shooter, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Active Shooter Intruder Training
Active shooter intruder training A serious business here in the U.S. We teachers have to take a refresher course every year This reflects my fear that guns are too easily purchased Shame on lawmakers who allow everyone to have assault rifles We are learning lock out, get out, and take out. Take out is horrifying. It involves being violent ourselves. Last resort, but...

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Categories: shooter, emotions, perspective, political,
Form: Free verse
Vegas Shooter
What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas Never more true Than to the 59 Who are never coming back From a sickening attack The so called lucky must face With memories of why And what comes next Coming to terms With why me What rotten good luck My life befell The shooters aim Out of frame his bullets missed The reaper's clock Whispers knocked On death next door...

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Categories: shooter, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Message To the Shooter
Life had done you wrong Had taken away your song You felt you didn’t belong But why couldn’t you be strong? You went on a shooting craze Left behind a bloody maze And little children in a daze Did you think you’d get praise? You had demons in your mind So an outlet you had to find Vented on children who are kind Did self-loathing make...

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Categories: shooter, confusion, death, god, children,
Form: Rhyme
Two Shooter
I'll tell you this first, guns are my curse I was dealt Ace's and watched all their faces Looked around and called all in Everyone folded, but Buckshot just grinned He moved up his stack, with a loud crack I just love playing a maniac I drew two cards to make him think He drew one card and took a drink I...

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Categories: shooter, cowboy-western
Form: Rhyme

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