Short Gunmen Poems

Short Gunmen Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gunmen by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gunmen by length and keyword.


Premium Member Nra Rules the Usa

the assault rifles help whom exactly
fraternity of gunmen
silence from nra

the killing of innocents continues
as schools practice lockdowns
nra rules

senators vote for nra
yes yes hip hip hooray
lining their pockets with blood money


Premium Member Brotherhood On Bondi Beach

On Bondi Beach a Chanukah celebration,
lights, fellowship, and joy.
Til two gunmen shot and killed over
a dozen people.
But a brave Muslim man who was
shot twice,
disarmed a shooter to prevent
more deaths.
Brotherhood shone on Bondi Beach. ~

Premium Member Turkmen Oilmen Who Work For Nasa--

again, big Ben, Airmen, and then, wise men John Glenn transenne flagmen gunmen, pitchmen Turkmen oilmen lawmen, brood den unpen, bullpen
6/27/19 written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018© Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019© Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
Form: Footle

On the Blazing Grounds of the World

On the blazing grounds of this world,
Violence is making a feast of Peace,
Gunmen, Bombers, Forces now build
Future of globe over ruined edifice.

On the blazing grounds of this world,
Mighty people now dance on flooring
Of destruction, in red lights of blood,
Where Blades of Tyranny is glaring.

On the blazing grounds of this world,
Hounds of hatred, hypocrisy, hostility
Hunts the Innocent in burning mould
And flares of Fire surround Humanity.
© Osman Gani  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member No One Cheats Death

Everyone dies at the appointed hour
   No one dies before his time

Bus crash kills 34 students and driver
   Lone gunmen murders 17 in high school
      No one cheats death

No one dies before his time
   Everyone dies at the appointed hour

We cannot part the curtain
   Nor can we fathom the unfathomable
Ineffable His Ways, shrouded in Mystery
   Vision-less, our tears of Misery

Everyone dies at the appointed hour
   No one dies before his time


Cowboys In the Badlands

Cowboys in the badlands
They ride their horses coming from everywhere.
To the badlands, they do ride.
They come from cattlemen and farmers and gunmen. 
Ready to make a name for them self
Either by robbing a bank or killing someone for revenge.
These cowboys in the badlands.
All are gone now, but a few not as bad as the once were.
Have they all gone to a new land to make a new name of a place in beyond?
A new bad land these cowboys do come riding their horses and carrying a gun.

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