Short Shooter Poems

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


Delete

I often accuse my computer
Of being a sanity looter.
     If someone has seen
     Bullet holes on the screen
I'd admit it, 'cause I'd be the shooter!
Form: Limerick


Desperado

a cocky young shooter called Bill
believed no one could rival his skill
alas it was liquor
that proved to be quicker
as they loaded him off to boot hill.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Purple Heart Or Nude Statue

Octavius Australopithecus
  Decided he would take a leak with us
    He aimed his big shooter
    Hosed down an armed looter
  Now relieved ~ his reward superfluous
Form: Limerick

Martyr's Soul

-Subash Khanal

Me
A Martyr's Soul
If I could speak 
I would say among offering flower and saluting me in front of me
Who was the shooter at my conch when was alive.

Premium Member We All Got It Come'N

'the unforgiven'
a perspective.....

little bill said
i don't deserve to die....like this....
the shooter replied
deserve....got nuthin to do with it....


stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.


The Shooter

Blood dripping on the cherry....
                                              from the robin’s neck...
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- One Amazing Line
By-Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Form: Monoku

Cupid the Straight Shooter

Chubby cherub with a bow
Looks my way and spreads those wings
Seems to have his sights on me
Cupid,shoot 'em straight!


for "Winged Cupid" contest
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Brave Son of a Gun

There once was a brave son of a gun
Who would pull his own trigger for fun
   He saw a school shooter
   Whom he shot and neutered --
That brave son's gun sure got the job done!
Form: Limerick

Dipstick Dan

Dipstick Dan was no
sharp shooter,
which was such a
shame.
His firing range
instructor said:
“Dan, your method is
to blame.
You really need to
rethink your
sequence -
Fire, Ready, Aim…”

Crazy Man

Crazy as you are horrifiC
Raving, ranting shooteR
Always carrying your berettA
Zigzag from bullets that whiZ
Yearning to cause tragedY
Monster fueled by deliriuM
Arise from paranoiA
Never to be seen agaiN
© Jamie Rua  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Humanity

HUMANITY

He sneaks stealthily
Undetected
Making use of the shadows
Analyzing the surroundings
Nondescript in appearance
Indiscriminate in his selection
The shooter
Yellow coward

16 November 2017
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Nuts On Ice Cream

Ginger had an ice cream covered in nuts But the nuts took revenge on Ginger's guts Alike a pea-shooter They shot from his hooter Now he has a burning pain betwixt butts.
Form: Limerick

The Six Shooter

They say it won the West, or lost it to a faster draw
                               Made most men brave. even a coward or two
                            Yes Sir, six shots of tequila and they all hit the floor
© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Notch

like a six-shooting cowboy
from the old west
you ride in
a sharp shooter
the pearl handled grip in hand
hammer cocked
firing all six hollow points
straight to my heart
another notch carved
on your bedpost
© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Cooter

“Cooter” By Tom Wright There once was a blonde bar room shooter, Who would travel around town on a scooter? She was real slick, At chalking a stick, But she couldn’t best her boyfriend “Cooter”.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Just Hanging Around

Once in the ghost town they called rotgut
Seen mortician dancing dead mans strut
Six shooter brought Slim down
Black smith hurried left town
Guess hang by boots then when in a rut




Entry For Jerry's 
A Town Called Rotgut
GL All
Form: Limerick

Losing It

my marble bag
has a steely
and a cat's
eye so it
hangs
a bit
lop

    sided
           but
  mind 
      you
 my
   shooter
           is 

        s
        t
        r
        a
        i
        g
        h
        t
Form:

The Shooter

Denied a beer
no I.D.
only eighteen,
so naturally he bought
a semi-auto rifle.

The silent mad
go bad.
Such a predicament.

Sorrow weeps, reason sleeps.

Background checks
buried now in graveyard grounds.

No more back to school.

Premium Member Get real

The silly games you play are pointless
They alienate you from what you desire.
You unwillingly sabotage yourself at every bend.
Convoluted twisting turns lead only to confusion.
Be a straight shooter, true love awaits.



AP: 2nd place 2025

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 Yellow Tinged Wind

Third shift- early morning
three-quarter moon
a skunk lifts its tail 
flashing its shooter.

Rooting caffeine and cheap gas
this cluster of cops must be bored.
Staring at me like I'm going to rob the place.
Because of this ffin- yellow-tinged mask-

School Shooting

Another school shooting
And this is the worst
Can somebody tell me
The cause of this curse

They say the shooter
A man with two guns
Came on the campus
To shoot anyone

What kind of demon
Would do something like this
Leave a whole town
In such emotional distress
Form:

This Lifeless Tot -- Florida

an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;

cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot

endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot


*baby was not the intended target
Form: Haiku

Perspective Poem

An open court

Every seat filled 

Wide eyed and hope filled

Everyone on the edge of their seats

Im flying through the air

The last ten seconds on the clock

The shooter left wide open

The score is tied 

I sink in to the bottom of the net scoring the basket

I am a basketball.

There's a Pill For That

Poor old cooter
with a limp pee shooter
Feeling no levity
his battle versus gravity
Doc says if you will
just pop this little pill
Life has returned to great
now that things are back to straight.


I hope this is not offensive to anyone!
Certainly not my intention.
Seeking humor in a man's misery.

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