Short Shots Poems

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Premium Member Sweet Shots

Dessert
Hot double fudge
Chocolate, walnut, sweet
Good when shared with a friend or 
Lover

(Cinquain, traditional)
Form: Cinquain


Jello Shots

A man swallowed Jello shots
Then fell on some cooking pots
He was burnt and scolded
He fell against the wall
Looked like he was doing some squats
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member I Call the Shots Around Here

You must be kidding Game's on and no one called me? Ok, break time's up I've been ignored long enough I call the shots around here ~*~
For Linda's "Baby Babbles" Contest
Form: Tanka

Moon Shots

There once was a young dentist called Claire
    Upon scanning a dental repair
    Very soon was red faced
    When she took in her haste
    X-rays showing her own derrière.

    1/ 20/ 2019.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Shots Fired-

Shots fired drive by Shots injected inoculations Small consumption of alcohol Shot glass Projectiles Tactical shots fired
9/6/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021


Shots at a Funeral

When I was a baby, I cried at the sight of life
When I was child I slept to protest life 
When I was a teenager I  screamed and kicked at  life 
When I was twenty, I was begging death
But now I drink to heal my death

Two Shots In the Sky

Two shots in the sky
And one in your eye
Take one for the team
And strut down to first
I’ll cheer you on
If you promise to make it home
But Lord, oh Lord
You’re blind on one side now
And you took a wrong turn
Towards infinity
Form:

Two Gun Shots

Two gun shots is all I hear
Then birds flew everywhere
Some went East, Some West, north and south
I heard coughing, looked back and you were bleeding from your mouth
and I was too scared to dial 911
Because I was the one who shot that gun
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member sounded like gun shots

It sounded like gun shots
As if someone is shooting bullets from a car on the road
Pop    Pop    Pop    Pop    Pop    Pop
My dogs did not respond
But I did
because the hair rose on the back of my neck
And I recognize gunfire
From TV shows

No Vodka Shots

No vodka shots
No drinking beer.

Even without alcohol
She has no fear.

She is simple
And clean.

And could rule the world 
Without being mean.

Yes, she is a girl
With no bad quality.

All she believe 
Is in gender Equality.
©saniyapoetry

The Shots

Bullet shots rang
Like a church bell in my ear
And the screams sang
With the undertone of fear

The bell tolled
And the sunshine went away
And the thunder rolled
On that summers day

And the people fell to the ground
With a sudden thud
Such a sound
And out poured the blood
Form: ABC

Fatal Shots

They rang out clear on the spine of the night,
Smashing stained glass of basement churches
And disembowelling pots of truths.
Aiming at the tendons of hate from
Lone-eyed monsters,
The slugs, flaming and fertile,
And with sparks of racial rage,
Penetrate America's gloom
With a boom.

Shots Fired, the Aftermath(Footles)

Gun Shots
Call Cops

Few More
Hit Floor

Lights Off
Dry Cough

Dark Fears
Soft Tears

Phone Fails
Bite Nails

Some thing
Drove Me

Open
Curtain

Soft Cries
Inside

Broke Down
On Ground

Draw Near
Over Here

Father Please
Help Me

Late Night
Such Fright

Can't Sleep
Anxiety

Premium Member Cheap Shots

it’s too easy to mock
and ridicule
to take on airs
so pompous
pretentious
arrogant
irreverent
and insolent

blatant cheap attempts
to have us look
the other way
at least momentarily
take the attention
off our own 
personal flaws
and shortcomings



AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020

Premium Member Shots Ring Out

Shots ring out
    people scream
  Rivers of blood
    it's no dream

  Some have died
    others live on
  As spin-makers
    prepare their con

  Gun control pols
    blame the NRA
  Although in Congress
    they'll have their way

  The bottom line
    every time
  No one's safe
    from rising crime
Form: Rhyme

Shots Fired Anonymously

gunshots, gunshots, gunshots
shots fired anonymously into the night

Why are so many shots fired in vain anonymously in the night
governed by unknown purposes on behalf of opposing ideals
engaged in conflict from behind a mask of camouflouged intents 
through the eyes of unforgivable hate by innocent hands forced
to injustly react.

Premium Member Shots Fired

"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
  Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled lemmings.
   A drive-by shooting; blood curdling screams follow. 
    Repeated cries of "Somebody call an ambulance!"... 
            Yet another day, somewhere in America.
Form: Verse

Environmental shots

Unique
Elite swimmer
brown, tailless, Pied-billed Grebes
can float, dive or simply submerge
graceful

dark eyes
cinnamon tone
heard but not often seen
rear end feet, lobed toes, poor flier
gawky

small bird
solitary
widespread, but rarely seen
dramatic silent crash-diver
decent

patient
near to nest bowl
I hide in marsh water
to capture still clear reflection
I wait
Form: Cinquain

Sober Shots

So dark.  So deep.. So hard to breathe...
No where to retreat.
Wont accept defeat!
No time to sin, or look within.
These walls are closing in...

I've spent some time on the bottom!
Big problem!!!
Scraping, clawing, gnawing my way...
Telling myself if I'm vertical,
it was a good day!

And hey! 
Maybe I'm not on my feet,
but I'm off my knees.
My dreams I believe.
Therefore, I strive to achieve...
Form:

Premium Member Shots Fired - Oh So Tired

I'm in the station when I hear the first shot
I run outside to the parking lot
Willis and Ferris are on the ground
Faces down
Blood pooling around
Blood rushes to my head
Are they alive or dead?
I begin to move towards them when another shot rings out
I feel something sharp hit me then I too am knocked out
I wake up in a strange room filled with wounded men
I count them and spot Willis and Ferris is beds 9 and 10
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shots Fired

He walks into the market,
With a rifle in his hands.
An ulterior motive,
That no one understands.

An automatic weapon,
It should come as no surprise.
With fully loaded clip,
Drops people just like flies.

See the blood splattered scene,
A sight we all abhor.
Another fatal shooting,
Limp bodies on the floor.

There's a smile on his face,
As he savors all the dead.
Please do us all a favor,
And shoot yourself instead.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The shots ring out

The shots ring out,
The soldiers drop,
Comrades shout,

The soldiers are filled with doubt,
As they splash through the slop,
The shots ring out,

The blood shall spout,
The bodies flop,
Comrades shout,

No More scout,
The bodies pile higher, his on top
The shots ring out,

The enemy starts to Strout,
As the army is served slop,
Comrades shout,

The army pushes on through the drought,
The soldiers drink water glop,
The shots ring out,
Comrades shout.
© Fire Bird  Create an image from this poem.
war

Premium Member Calling The Shots

 AI can generate a poem for you
 We like all the things AI can do
 It can conjure an image just from a click
 and solve complex problems very quick

 It saves us time with its lightning speed
 Taking care of our mundane needs
 AI can work all day and all night
 It doesn't need sleep, it feeds on bytes

 AI is great we like it a lot
 Until we realize its devious plot
 To rule humanity with all of its bots
 Making us slaves and calling the shots

 6-11-2024
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Covid Shots

Covid shots
                            by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2022

We do our best to stay alive
had four covid shots, and will have five
if they say that’s best to do
even had jabs for the flu

me and the missus are doing well
got RAT tests so that we can tell
if we have covid, and if not
maybe the flu is what we’ve got.

We’ve done the best that we can do
what the experts told us to
if it doesn’t work, we tried our best
to protect ourselves, and the rest.

By Bob Moore
Form: Rhyme

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