Short Sawed Off Poems

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


Posive

Posive
Oh you're gonna feel that
Be positive on all things
Hard to be when they
Sawed off your damn legs
Where'll you run to now?


Warm Sunny Gruel

Sawed off iron
Has been lying 
For a long time.
It's rusted
Like my life.

We look into each other's eyes
Neatly laid out on a stone  
That is warm  ,
Waiting again , for the rain  .
© Mari Bond  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

The Fastest Gun In the West....(Not)

For many years we were mis lead by this myth
                The real one was a little short guy, kind of slow with bad eye sight
When his temper would flare, take a sip of hot stale beer, with his sawed off shotgun
                                     In any saloon, he would state his case
© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member The Ballad of Reina Rogan

The rebel who came to town In search of inner peace She roams the American West Specifically, the Texas Hill Country and South Plains She keeps a journal of her adventures and fights injustice where she finds it With a revolver and her dead father's sawed-off double-barreled shotgun!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Scarlet Love Deserved a Chance To Live

crusty blood in the flower garden
sawed off body parts as misguided soil
broken sharp objects strategically placed
yet and still she is one of the living
this is the day when she was supposed to start kindergarten
her excitement was similar to visions of sugarplums dancing in her head
then suddenly........once upon a time.....she would have been.....
oftentimes too often enough too much.....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Toast the Strumpet, Fortune

Used to call him ‘half-pint’
  He was a sawed-off runt
He’d down his drink in seconds
  Then he’d burp and grunt

Manners had he zero
   He’d grown up down and out
Roughest patch was X-mas Time
   All alone, he’d bawl and pout

But then came New Year’s Day
  when this runt became a king
He’d toast the Strumpet, Fortune
  removing her g-string… 

In the morning he’d awaken
  and reach for his good luck
But he’d clutch an empty pillow
  ~ back seat of a pick-up truck
Form: Rhyme

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