Shootin Poems | Examples

my hero

My powder horn I'll be tootin
I'll git next door and start shootin
Now killins a fad
And copyin Vlad
Makes me a menace like Putin

Shooting Birds At the Moon

Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.

If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.

At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad
choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched.

“Ruca,” my girlfriends would say, “you’re shootin-terrible, they’re a million pork-swords in the sea.”

Finally, I pulled the trigger - double-tapped us.

At first, reminders of you, those siren whispers of nostalgia, were everywhere - like the moon - which, I just had to live with.

You passed from memory though, that’s how memory works. Events fade, like last week’s chemistry test, or yesterday’s lunch.

Now, if someone asks me, “Hey, remember, what’s his name, your big love from high school?”
I say “Nope.”

I chose to laugh, dance - and shoot birds at the moon.
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Slang:
breakup buddies = friends who help you get over a breakup
ruca = girlfriend
shootin terrible = on a losing streak, not doing well, making bad choices
pork-swords = come on, think about it - it’s funny.

Hootin Bootin Shootin Caterpillar

Hootin Bootin Shootin Tootin Smokin Lokin Caterpillar
Running around in the recesses of the darkened cellar
Taking long deadly drags from his menthol minded mary jane.
We cannot sing this song without a lively mootin grootin refrain.

Ratputin

I suppose you've heard about Ratputin
Went to the Ukraine bombing and shootin 
There's a big price on his head
The western world wants him dead
When it happens car horns will be tootin...

Written 19th April 2022.

Listen To the World, Mister Putin

Peace-loving peoples of the world are demanding of you, Mister Putin,

That you cease at once this murderous and needless shootin'!

Why can't you and others of your ilk leave other people alone?

Don't you have a soul?  Don't you care about the misery you have sown?

How can you justify the indiscriminate massacre of a nation's population,

Destroying families and the infrastructure of a peace-loving nation?

Have you not seen the horror on a mother's face as she cuddles her little one,

Being separated from her husband left to fight a war that only you've begun?

Think of the grief among your nation's mothers' having lost a son,

That you conscripted to use as fodder in the cruel war you've begun!

We pray that with unwavering resolve that the valiant patriots of Ukraine,

Will prevail and that soon, their peace and freedom they will regain!

Peace-loving peoples of the world are demanding of you, Mister Putin,

That you cease at once this murderous and needless shootin"!

This Generation

(Title) This Generation
 (By) YO'LOO
 (My real name) Yolanda Alfred
 (About) The Generation/World/Community







 This generation... should be a separation,

 because... people shootin & killen but... the killer still have celebrations.



 I'm literally tired of the law & news lien to us... with all this allegation.



 This generation is so... corrupted & confused.



 Sadly... now days they think love is being abused.



 So... the vulnerable hurtful humans just make up any excuse.



 I'ts really sad... cause we supposed to be motivating the youth,

 But instead... they realin them & killen them & not tellin the truthful truth.



 Like... racists *****sapiens... want you to be something else or,

 act like something else without being actually you.



 This generation is so crazy... they want blacks to be white or,

 act white so blacks maybe considered cute.

Change

CHANGE

Change mus come
No matter whey yu tun
It ah go come

Even if yu run an’ hide 
Or tan an’ criticize
It ah go com’

Yu decide fi hav sum fun
Shootin off yu big long gun
Mekk some life dun
In the Isles of de sun
Cho, change ah go com

Weddah yu want fi look pon it 
As small change or big change
Change ah change
An’ it ah com

365 days in ah de year
Waste everyone if yu dare
But change ah go still com, yu hear

Yu who are in school
Yu brukk de golden rule den say
Dat is so cool, others say yu fool, fool
Change, ah whey yu deh

Change is inevitable
Change ah go com
Matter of fact, whether we like it or not, change is here 
Change is a must
Change is constant and it begins in us

Was a First Verse On a Collab

2016 was, is over, and done with.
2017 we gonna make a new bucket list.
Chasin these fears off this burnin paper.
Savin sanity as heroes, call us the un-caped crusaders.
Saffrawnn, Rockfree, and lil ole me.
Changin up this year, makin magical history. 
Makin a mad new collection,
startin over, retrospectin.
Demandin deserved respect,
livin with a new perception.
Checkin out a new type of dialect.
Become a type of person,
the mirror likes to reflect.
So yal go ahead and choose.
A style in the past.
While we movin on.
Stars shootin by you so fast.
We shootin in at number one this year.
Like we already told you, no time for fear.

Ringo's Last Ride

It’s way back in the eighties, of  the eighteenth century,
the bad man Johnny Ringo, did stalk Arizona free,
from Lukeville  to Sonoro, he dealt his darkest hand,
and sought to take the silver, from outlawed Mexican band

With Curly Bill and Scott Corley, he ambushed smuggler’s
band, their heavy bags of silver, sure lookin kinda grand,
gunshots smoked the many, some were kept for sport,
tortured in the hot sun, without a kindred thought

Now Ringo took to spendin, his gotten gains with glee,
and tabled games of poker, he played while he was free
but Wyatt Earp got wind of  him, or so the story goes,
and shot him thru the head one day, sleepin peacefully

Now many’s took the claim, for shootin Johnny thru,
but others say he took his life cos drinkin made him blue,
and if you want to see the place, they laid his body down,
he’s in West Turkey Valley, on the other side of town

Prairie Turkey

Long time ago in the old wild west
A hunter raised his gun, he was a 
Round up cowboy, and shooting 
Was his fun

He saw a fat wild turkey come 
runnin out the scrub, he thought 
of tasty vittals, and stomach full 
of grub

The turkey turned towards him 
and fixed him with its glare, its 
proud red comb a hangin, before
its neck so fair

“Now mister I’ll admit, I am a tasty 
Lunch, but if you keep on shootin,
You’ll prove my earnest hunch,”

That soon the scrub and prairies,
Where we so blithely roam, will
Quit of fur and feather, where 
Buffalo did roam”

So thoughtfully the hunter, shocked 
by what he’d seen, laid down his 
hunting rifle, with turkey’s eye agleam

“Thank you Sir, you’ll not regret, the 
stowing of your gun, there’s food and 
grits aplenty, in store and salmon run.”


Remember how the bison, were slaughtered
For the train, and all them native Indian folk
Who lost the wild woods game

So keep your gun and bullets, defend your 
Simple home, and leave the prairie creatures
To wander prairie home

And if you see his finery, running wild
By tree, remember he’s an emblem, of
Open land so free.

Well I Declare - If It Aint the Bounty Man

Well I Declare – If It Aint The Bounty Man

Well I declare!   When I was young and free
I slung 2 guns from about my waste and charged a fee
And shot anything in sight that moved
As long as I got paid of course
I would shoot calories if there was a dollar in it
And lose weight in the process upon my horse
Now I’m 84 and there aint no shootin anymore 
But when I was young if you heard me say
“Well I declare” the word “war” was sure to follow in that statement
“Well I declare war on everyone in this here nation!”
And yell, “What in tar nation!” at the cowpokes in the saloon 
Yes sir.  They’d all run and hide like rabbits and baboons
Well I declare.  I can’t remember anything anymore
Who am I kidding?
I was never young.  I was born 84 and ready for a war


Created on 9/02/14 for- Well I Declare- Poetry contest

Flatline

.LIL BOI IN DA HOUSE

MOMMA LAYIN ON DA COUCH

JUS GOT DONE SHOOTIN UP

NOW SHES PASSED OUT

BOI SAYS MOMMY WAKE UP

BUT SHE DOESNT MOVE

HE SHAKES HER N SHAKES HER

BUT SHE HIGH ON DAT JUICE

STILL NO SIGN OF LIFE

LIL BOI STOMACH GROWLS

BUT DERES NUTTIN TO EAT TONITE

LIL BOI WONDERS OFF WHILE MOMMA IS SLEEP

SHE LEFT DA DOOR OPEN

NOW HES OUT IN DA STREET

DOESNT KNO TO LOOK BOTH WAYS

DEN DERES A TRUCK BEEP BEEP

SIRENS ERRYWHERE WHILE MOMMA STILL SLEEP

LADY CRIES OUT

WHERES DA BOIS MOTHA

WHERES DA BOIS FATHA

DADDY PULLS UP N ASKS WATS DA HOLLA

LOOKS DOWN N SEES DA SON DAT WONT BREATHE

HE GETS ON ONE KNEE N YELL

GOD, DONT TAKE HIM PLZ

BUSTS IN DA HOUSE N WAKES DA MOMMA

MOMMA REEKS OF CRACK N GUANGA

HE DRAGS HER OUTSIDE N SHOWS HER DA SON

SHE BREAKS OUT INTO TEARS N ASK WATS GOIN ON

SHE WAS TOO HIGH TO STAY AWAKE

NOW HER SONS LIFE IS AT STAKE

AMBULANCE RUSHES TO DA HOSPITAL

DEY TRY TO REVIVE DA BOI

TIME AFTA TIME

HIS LIFE DEPLOYS

FAMILY IN DA WAITIN ROOM

MOMMA IS DOWN OFF HER HIGH

BUT ITS TOO LATE

HER SONS LIFE JUS HIT FLATLINE

Foolish Dudes

Foolish Dudes

Foolish dudes never have a clue
Shootin they own foot while stealin loot
Slappin chicks and yelling at kids
Actin like Ike Turner til she hits the skids
Bruisin up chicks givin out licks
Burnin bridges fatal decisions lights flick flicks
Now old all alone and scared
Askin why wifey ain't here
Messed up your blessing now she gone
Bet she not alone
She chillin with your bank account and house
No longer your bruised up spouse
Rewind time change your messed up ways
So she feel appreciated and then she'll stay
Wisin up, grow up and stop clingging to momma
Be that good man and poppa

My Huntin Tale

This free totin barn shootin lowse
Once hunted for a mean growse
I wanted a bigun for my spowse
I ain't talkin bout no widdle mouse
On a sultri afternoon besides my howse
I went huntin for some tasty jowls
I took some urin from one of my spodded cows
Rubbed it on my tanned raw hide a horny critter to rowse
About ten for noon I did a rabid coon espowse
It came at me with bared teeth and angry growlse
It jumpt down my ass soked pants my honor to jowse
We run up a pecan tree; it was like two squiruls in a nuthowse
I shucked him from my trowsers and flew down that tree strate to 
the outhowse
He follered close on my heels scurryin thru the door like a drunkin 
bowse
Afearin for my life I pulled down my pants and with my canin that 
vermun did dowse



A contry tale to raddle your nurves

Young and Free

Young and free  
what we're supposed to be

They're out all night in risque heels
shootin whiskey till noone feels

Dancin with men twice they're age
embracing the power of youth, center stage

No cares in the world, except about boys
how they look, proper poise

Stumbling home mid summers eve
best friends lock arms, young and free

My friends turned 21 that summer 
while I became your unwed mother

I may have missed that part of life
I may not have done all of this right
but theres not one thing I would trade
I'd go back and do it all the same

I'm young, but not free
 your little blue eyes capture all of me
I look at you, you're all I see
and theres nowhere else I'd rather be

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