Shots Poems - Poems about Shots

**Ginger Shots** Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life. Lately, it seems I’ve...

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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 ...

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The door exploded. When she slammed it, detonations riddled his body, shock and anger galloped over his mind both riding the same horse. Molten emotions dripped in the air, a seethe like lava, a floe that clung even as she ran down the long staircase, heels ticking off all the wrongs of his tongue. They ate the apple, but the worm in the fruit ate her. It was...

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May 4, 1970 shots rang out tin soldiers and Nixon’s coming four dead in Ohio ...

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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...

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#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me...

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The horror of reality is tied to money, the horror of reality you cannot wake- The horror of reality makes my head spin, the horror of reality? I’d just as soon run from- The horror of reality you can’t make up, the horror of reality you can’t unsee- The horror of reality pushes me to indulge the horror of reality with shots...

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Bonne nuit, numbers and digits Did you miss hearing the drunk specter sing? Back to waffle again about their trauma and joy Derek isn't even their real name Where were you when the millennium turned? I can't imagine it was peaceful for everyone After all, someone had to be 30 at that point Or was it easier when the world was less...

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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...

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Parades police tape Shots fired active shooter Nearby children play ...

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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...

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Today of all days I am dividing my tears into sections, With each moment, with each tear drop and snuffle I makes The paper tissues will always thread, crumbling signs some mishaps in life surely, cannot be mended; Yesterday was your birthday, Today it's my revelation, of life, (my life) It...

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The stars shoot straight, no curve balls, they light us up, we feel the silver bullets ricocheting inside our eyes, even when they are closed. There's is no such thing as low caliber starlight, they are, a million light year-old shockwave. When that distant, shot in the dark, hits you, you will know, big picture-wise, that according to the long arm of...

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"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!"... ...

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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...

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