Shotgun Poems - Poems about Shotgun

Shagged in the back of a shotgun shack at night by moonlight peeping past curtains of burlap sack such a sore sight surrounded by fields of green willing as she'd been tho' torn she surely wasn't about to be seen with a child out of wedlock born so with a bun in the oven she had her Dad invite he who did the dirty deed and plant...

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Staring into the clear blue Sky, Tears Fill my Eyes, As the crows come flying by, High above the trees, Dancing with the Breeze. I'm Down on my knees, Shoveling, Digging up My roots. Exposing bitter Truths. Who I Use to Be, The parts I Wish weren't me. Opening the door, I settle in. Riding Shotgun with The Devil, Riding to a different level. Balancing the Machine, Repairing the Seam. Picking up...

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poems wing -zing themselves through the air hitting me on the back, in the neck, in the ear I am being pelted by them on a daily basis. The only way to get away is to write them down. They begin to settle when they realize I am honoring them. Thus, I keep a pen handy in restaurants, while waiting...

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Substance with death plan or harm, To recover from it Luck’s charm; Planter taker has lost his farm, Not likely to help ‘Raised Alarm’. In one’s bowel begins its strike, All good organs poison dislike; Doctor fetched with the quickest bike One should not with poison self spike… Some poison through in a minute Their wasting strength quite infinite: Who solves problems with one...

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Shotguns for blood search Of all places a church: Not Muslims for Jihad; Christians who the guts had… Christ they know like priests But this murder makes the feats. Some ten million to share After a job just unfair, Each three million dollars, Soon their shirts gold collars… For ten years now Mayor, James gone for last prayer: His worth. The Betrayer Through one Michael Heyer....

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from SELL OUT Nick Armbrister Shotgun Birds In the sky the birds fly up high Dodging shotgun pellets Fired from the pissed off farmer See how they turn and roll This way and that oh yes One is hit on a wing Spirals down to fall Like a wounded bomber plane Wait till one lands On the irate farmer's head Bang bang goes his gun Up high fly...

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A big cash withdrawal with my verve, Then sighting watching crooks did a swerve Only God knows where I got the nerve! Like one who does in the Army serve... Perhaps, because it's my last reserve, A lot I'd lost others didn't deserve, Treasures forfeited I could preserve And to this leave not it conserve... Money withdrawal with Machine Card, Next saw...

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"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire "Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." Charles Baudelaire "Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature." "There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent." Marilyn Monroe "Blue Shotgun Lantana"...

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As we neared our destination Heard a loud reverberation Almost instant suffocation Windows down for ventilation First a little accusation Followed by a refutation Then he says it’s defamation An unjust adjudication One quick breath in desperation Then I paused my respiration Dare not risk an inhalation Fumes so bad they’d kill a nation Cigarette for relaxation Struck a match then detonation Leapt out to avoid cremation Went back...

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I was in the shotgun seat in 1960 Lansing Michigan headed straight as a harddrive through ghettoizing "Negra Section" hunting down our commercial whitebread heavenly ThriftyAcres Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation but not Southern enough, somehow, to withstand straight-male competition in fluent White Privileged culture favoring evangelical flavoring monotheistic monoculturing AnthroSupremacists fueling Future Farmers Kinda like patriarchal-capitalist ****-retentive pathological trauma homophobic nature v pantheistic erotic spirit unenlightened Left unhealthy and disempowered Right...

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Silence, Silence, All I hear is silence Through phones we are loud And so we vowed That shootings are disallowed But in person we are quiet In order to return balance We need to stand up and start a riot While the amendment states, “The right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed” This amendment dances and circles...

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Gunshots ring out Too many bodies to count Running and hiding While bullets keep firing Blood sprays Where bodies lay Going to the light Because of gun rights But my question is this, Is your right worth the crimes those commit?...

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Driving shotgun she took the wheel with her coffee I smiled and made comfortable my relaxing feet We traveled many a places the road was our friend no doors were shut to our travel there was no end I would do anything to have that seat again to be with the one I love and travel with but fate would have another path there will never...

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He came at us in the middle of the night. Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light. He shot at my husband but was way off to the right. I saw it was the turkey and knew we’d have a fight. I hid under the bed and refused to pop out my head. I knew that gobbler was waiting...

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...Lefty just smiled at the sight, wouldn’t have to search for the fight, he said, “I see you want to die, are bounties really worth your life?” The man wore white, and smile back, “Ain’t none faster than Randsome Jack. I’d draw, but there is no need too with that shotgun right behind you.” Lefty sneered, “No need to be a jerk, I’m not...

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