Short Holster Poems
Short Holster Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Holster by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Holster by length and keyword.
Leather haberdashery, leather holster,
Blue steel, steady hands
Nerves controlled,
eye on the mark,
Squeeze, slow and steady,
Eruption and bullseye.
Categories:
holster, adventure
Form:
Free verse
It is easier said than done!
Can holster hold a loaded gun
for so long to keep silent,
when desires are violent?
It is not that easy to shun!
3rd place
Categories:
holster, 10th grade,
Form:
Limerick
Perturbed By Each Pollster
Politicians are perturbed by each pollster;
Their popularity would refuse to bolster;
Are annoyed;
Not enjoyed;
Should have parked mouth in his holster.
Jim Horn
Categories:
holster, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
She’d statuesque legs, and eyes that smoulder
Over came Jacques, tipped her on the shoulder
‘Excuse-moi, femme fatal’
‘J’adore’ your bearded pal
“Does she have ‘un pistolet’ or holster?”
Categories:
holster, french, fun, people,
Form:
Limerick
do not tarry
but
do not tarry
somethings
are not of this earth
to worry about
now listen
my son
just bring me
my holster
and
bring me my gun
while
just to keep one foot out of the grave
and
do not tarry my son
Categories:
holster, image, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
If I was a sheriff
I would wear a gleaming gold star
A holster with silver twin six-shooters
You would be afraid of my sequined Stetson
As I march up and down the street
In my fancy embroidered braided cowboy boots
I would befriend Indians
If I was a sheriff
Categories:
holster, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
At the apex of the hellstorm
Came Salvation in maidenform
Cold silence emanating from her lips
Her method of talk strapped around her hips
A tie-down, two-holster, two-gun rig
That legend called th— “The Apocalypse.”
The masses interrupted in a whisper
Again the masses whispered
“The Apocalypse.”
Categories:
holster, adventure, surreal,
Form:
Narrative
There was a cowboy from Arkansas
Who bragged that he was quick on the draw
They superglued his holster
Before he dueled a gangster
He doesn't brag much any more – nah!
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 23, 2020 for 'WILD' poetry contest sponsored ANTHONY SLAUSIN
Originally posted on September 3, 2019
Categories:
holster, fantasy, fun, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Bolster Polster Who Has Holster
What has been required is to bolster,
Someone who is an accurate pollster;
Fully grown;
Job known,
With writing material found in holster.
Jim Horn
I do believe that God gave me a gift
that I should be utilizing and taking
advantage of. Just think of how may
talents are just laying around and
going to waste.
Categories:
holster, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The shock was too much and he had a stroke...
Though he was unconscious he hadn't died
Woke in a coffin for his final ride
In a desparate bid
Banged on the coffin lid
But all he could hear was laughing outside...
Written 17th June 2021
Categories:
holster, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Why can’t we just be sober?
drink from the wine of love,
leave without giving what you’ve owed her.
Why can’t we just be sober?
sip from the glass of pestilence,
delinquent’s smile while you empty the holster.
Why can’t we just be sober?
gulp from the goblet of power,
oppress the innocent to become the boaster.
Why can’t we just be sober?
Or honest with ourselves about the monster.
The soul is a drunkard,
always thirsty in it’s bunker.
Categories:
holster, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I got a hair pin trigger
Got a holster on my hip
Put a nickel on my needle
So my record don't skip
My attitude is ugly
There's no beauty in my beast
My attention span is faulty
And my anger has increased
I got a nasty disposition
Got a thirst I cannot quench
It smells like broken spirit
I can hardly stand the stench
I got a sudden disconnection
Lug the load that's on my mind
I am NOT your great sensation
I'm the son that never shined
~Billy Hitz~
Categories:
holster, anger, depression,
Form:
Rhyme