Short Wild West Poems

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Premium Member Make Believe

make believe wild west fingers pointed and thumbs cocked back yard gunslingers For the "guns" contest
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Where I Am in Retirement

sunset’s bloom to hilly dusk busy streets to catalyst where am I but in the rush of the wild Wild West
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Gunfight in Tucumcari

Dust swirls in Tucumcari,
Two shadows draw at noon,
Steel flashes, sharp echoes,
Silence falls, one man stands,
Desert sun claims the victor.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Haiku 114

HAIKU #114


Wilderness whispers 
Weary wild west wind whistles;
Weeping willows watch

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Leon Enriquez
08 Nov 2020
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Old buddy


One Saturday in a fest
I met an old buddy in a vest
Who was mighty grateful to bond
At the side of an old pond
And tell stories of the wild west
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Haiku 106

HAIKU #106


Wild West wind wanders
Weeping willow whispers well;
Wry wet writes word wit


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Leon Enriquez
25 October 2020
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Not So Wild West

I
am
of the
opinion
that most 
of the trouble
that happened in
the Wild West could
have been avoided if 
the architects had made 
the towns just slightly bigger.
Form: Shape

Premium Member Jessie James

Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying this life ain't fun,
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Bandits Wear Masks

Feels like only bandits wear masks Tellers shouldn't wear em for doing their tasks In the old wild west Sheriffs were the best We knew the rules we never had to ask
Form: Limerick

Premium Member History As a Gunfighter

In spite of a long history as a gunfighter From my early days as a wild west sniper Turned out pretty good Wouldn't change if I could Turned out to be a smashing good limerick writer
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Gabrielle Giffords In the Wild West

Hawaii’s coffee is Kona
Mexico’s beer is Corona
But Tucson loves Stock
And now owns a used Glock
For the gun culture of Arizona     

Author's note:  News flash--Glocks are now flying off the shelves in Arizona.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Back To the Wild, Wild West

~ Limerick-Style Political Verse ~


Let's defund the Police! We see the light!
Speaking Truth to Power: The Left is Right!
   Coz they care about Crime
   And don't want to waste time
Posses, Mob Justice ~ The future's so bright!

America 10

Another day yet another mass slaying
Mental health cannot be fully blamed
Even politicians must accept some blame
Rights to defend it maybe constitutionally 
In wild west how many carried gatling guns
Challenging to duel settled most disputes
Ask yourself where is defence in slaying
Form: Acrostic

Hunter Joe

Long time ago in town of El Paso 
there's a handsome cowboy named Hunter Joe.
Charming as Buffalo Bill,
his mere looks could even kill; 
Ladies flocked him like a wild Wild West show. 

May 1, 2023 

A Funny Or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest (4th place) 
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
Form: Limerick

Wild, Wild West

Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.

Premium Member Wild West Rest Stop

A carriage stops by a water trough and an empty roofed stable with a long bench. Driver helps folks and gets a drink. He returns, tells all they leave in one minute. A man of no rank says why stop. Driver says, no stops for 150 miles and no one wants to be near here. So, are we ready?

Where Bullets Fly

bullets are flying
and people dying
without a reason why
as bloody bodies lie
so much rage
any age
some may say tougher gun laws
others will say laws bring flaws
this blood bath has to stop
life on Earth not a flop
God may be the answer
just ask a minister
this isn't the wild west
when they had so much less
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Jessie James

Jessie James
Made it big as a wild west tough guy,
And when he came to town folks would hide.
He hung up his guns saying,"This life ain't fun."
And at the hand of a friend Jessie died.



Jessie James was shot in the back by a trusted friend, Robert Ford on April 3,1882 for the reward offered for his capture Dead or Alive.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member The Wild West Reborn

     Can you remember when folks
        waited to hear the facts of a case
           to come out before rendering judgment

      It wasn’t too long ago that what we’re 
         witnessing in Minneapolis
           was known as ‘mob justice’

       Something we thought ended with the
          demise of cowboys and the wild west

Granny Garbanzo

I don’t know where you came from
Could not even take a guess
Did you jump off of a train car?
Are you from the Wild West?

You’re wearing a sombrero
And a pair of running shoes
You’re dancing the bolero
And reading local news

You brought me homemade cookies
And some milk to wash them down
Of course I’ll have some hard candies
You’re the coolest granny in town!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Zane Grey

What's in a name?
Feel life's stern game.


Sense wild wild west 
Harsh frontier fest


Browse as you see
Tales that sprang spree


Bites of lost sites
Zane Grey's old writes


Stories and stuff
Cowboys and bluff


So many years
Now age draws near


Like memoirs crisp
Time has flown brisk




Leon Enriquez
11 September 2019
Singapore
Form: Couplet

My Wild West Gang

big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell

healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance

guns run dry
my spear don't

rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax

my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both

bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?

they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it

God guides my hands
medicine does the rest

The Wild West

The Wild West.
I jump on my horse old lucky.
We take to the hills along the trails.
Across the plains, we do ride. Like wind high in the trees, I do see.
We ride for hours without a worry.
For we are in no real hurry.
Across the wild west, I do ride with the most pride I do have.
Then wouldn't you know it had to come.
Mom yell," dinner get off that rock n horse.'
Form: ABC

Premium Member my wild west came in on a tv set

Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know

Sam Adams Gunslinger

Sam Adams was a cowboy
Back in the wild west
A badass gunslinger 
For hire to the biggest bidder
Often working for the law 
Sometimes working for the outlaws
He did not see much difference
He took the jobs 
That paid him the most 
Thought that if he did not do it
Someone else would no doubt 
Sam Adams thought about death
As he shot those that needed killing,
Better them than him he thought.
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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