Loss Shooting Poems

Triggers are red,
barrels are blue.
Smith and Wesson
I love you!

Targets are set,
guns are sighted.
In my hand,
I get excited!

Bore snakes out
Hoppe’s too
be good to them
they’ll be good...

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man-child used to being a shooting star
drinks always came for free at the cash bar
full to brim with urges and willfulness
left wondering alone in wilderness
not...

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Into your arms, we raise our lovely children lost!
The innocent ones, that we raised and you created...
Killed by a soul-less madman,may his judgement 
be swift!

Forgive...

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Chopping wood sounds like shots - gunshots.
If they are done right, and these are.
Chop. Chop.Chop.  Shot. Shot. Shot.
I am outside, writing in the sun.
My...

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SHOOTING STAR

The Shot...
They killed.
Their hate... 
They willed. 
The blood...
It spread.
From heart...
To head. 

The gun...
Was pressed.
A scream...
Was stressed.
Wild eyed...
Prayer said.
and Bang... 
You're dead.

The Shot...
Their hate....
The blood.....
From...

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I know my way around this town of debauchery.
The streets and the boardwalk all have familiarity.
After all, I have played many games of Monopoly.
The things...

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Won't you take the hint?
Won't you hint me back?
I'm standing here in whiteness,
Are you laying there in black?
I'm climbing up your rope.
Don't let out, please,...

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A shooting today-
a southern technical school.
14 dead.

A young man leaving
the safe place he built.
22 dead.

A community terrorized-
a single lone gunman.
31 dead.

A storming tragic event
leaving questions,...

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