Short Gunshot Poems
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Tum baray tameez walay baray adab walay ho,
Tum jitnay safaid ho utnay hi kalay ho.
Note.You have a black heart.
I am your cinderella make me your bride,
Give me shelter I have no place to hide..
Cinderella kisi or ki dulhan na ban jana..
Tusi zafar day tattay chukan walay fan ho,
Mein zafar day tattay chupan wala fan hun.
Note.Hun daso bohta wada fan kon ay Me..
Oye me teray ton wadda bay gairat an oye,
Tun meri dhe rani nu yadya kyun ay oye ict?
Note.Oye mur ja oye teka kadon lawana ay?
with sunshine and night,
the shadow beneath the moonlight,
attracting all delight.
I'm a gunshot,an explosion surrounded by wind.
Na weham na nafsiyat either inj or gunshot,
Hun dus sidhi tarah kadon hona mein foot?
Note.Wajna fire e ay fire e wajna ay goliyan.
a white rabbit
runs across virgin snow. . . .
a gunshot rings out
For Debbie Guzzi's
Fall or Winter haiku Poetry Contest
Gunshot Saguaro
Long spines. Waxy skin.
Wounds within your flesh abide.
Tall. Distinguished. Dried.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009
America rots in the corpse
Of a swine
Wipe away the blood
You filthy liar
The world cries out
Only a gunshot
Just a single gunshot
HARLOT
Tall grass and rustling trees muffled the noise,
shouts of “Harlot” followed them
pain's gunshot echoing.
John G. Lawless
2/16/2015
The mouse was swallowed by a grouse,
Hawk had the grouse for dinner.
One gunshot blast, the hawk was dead,
the mouse walked out the winner.
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Do shiza say shadi karwana,
Meri gaflat ka faida uthwana,
Phir say chemical drink pilana,
Bemar kar kay Hosp lay jana,
Aisay tum tibi moot marwana.
Note.Me teri nas nas say waqif.
Zafar Khan nay kon sa mujh say ghar kay jalay otarwanay hain,
Ye to meri shalwar otar kar mera post mortem karwana chahata.
Note.Zafar Khan Supari Killer wants me dead at any cost goliyan.
The Gunshot flies past the ear
my ear starts to ring
I close my eyes
Hoping the man went away
But thats when i heard footsteps
It comes by my hiding spot
I bite my lip until it bleeds
I didnt feel it
Realizing that it was just a Nightmare
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-be-
-calm - head--
-not a breath - a trophy-------
--------dead - stag---------
--gunshot wounds - culled for what---
-frogs floating - for pleasure--.
-tree-
-of life-
-still-
-growing-
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Written: January 16, Contest: 2025 posted Short form, Judged 1/19/2025
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gunshots thud, piercing silence
one mad man, a world of terror
Burnt air__ witnesses
every gunshot handshake.
Meir Kahane, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy
All gone by the assassin's bullet
My blood chills at
the thought of another gunshot
A friend told me - they know what they are getting into
He was right!
But still - my blood runs cold
Doesn't yours?
Form:
Sandpaper eyes
Force me to sleep
Alive and alone
In an open prarie
My wicked thoughts
To dream away
Thinking of ways
To begin my demise
A slow painful death
I wish to pursue
Not a gunshot
Or a fire
Just wretched words
Spat from his mouth
To make me think
And finally die
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
Over my eyes,
the unveiling of a secret kept
within my breast.
Just a simple touch --
the songs spilling out of your eyes
your hand in mine.
Sudden snapshot
And the light beam brings such focus
the dark gunshot
Not a shred of doubt,
just a simple touch to let me know
Your deepest thoughts.
By Caroline Cecile
Form:
Small Arkansas town had tolerated enough
Deceased bully is now not so tough
Lots of guns blasted the square that day
They did not give the brute time to pray
Gunshot came from every direction around
It did not stop until the bully was on the ground
Don’t mess with Arkansas, said Detective McBing
None of the townspeople saw a thing
As the man weeps and bellows,
He walks through the ghost town meadow.
Ashes upon ashes his home remains,
It hits so hard he can't endure this pain.
He then walks to the tomb stones,
You can hear the sadness in his tone.
He falls to his knees in front of his new home.
A gunshot rings through the woods, now his spirit can begin to roam.
That night in your bedroom
I watched a star (die)
its fixed suspended beam
blink (into blackness).
So many surplus lights were there above me
that I should not have seen its smothered eye
nor cared.
But I watched (beneath it)
a million backward steps away
that star of mine (implode)
a soundless clap
(a gunshot)
in some suicidal ear.
Amongst the treetops a falcon finds its prey
Swooping down talons open to grasps it
Only to let it drop so it’s bones will shatter
Questions have arisen in the coming days
Am I in the talons or am I the falcon hunting
A gunshot is heard with a burst of feathers
I am the bullet ceasing the existence of fables
My words are the rifle in which they will fall
Death is a powerful thing
it can be bad
or it can be your best friend
have you ever hated someone so bad
that you wanted them dead
i have... but then again i havent
it is very complicated
yet it can be very simple
one gunshot
one bullet
one life
gone
was death made
to be good or bad
i think it is both
death can be our friend
or our enemy
you pick
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