Shooting Voice Poems | Examples
These Shooting Voice poems are examples of Voice poems about Shooting. These are the best examples of Voice Shooting poems written by international poets.
Ken, they all say painters paint best
When they're torn apart,
Music sounds best
When it hurts your heart,
Love’s ONLY real
When it crushes your soul, made into broken shards
So, is this why you left
With a broken heart to make art?
But, I'm not cutout for this, am I?
Someone told me I am, ‘twas my heart,
I lost you even when
You said I was your plan
When I was just your fan
You – The boy of art,
Taught me it all,
Taught me to write,
Rose me when I fall,
Pushed me to speak,
Pulled me, my walls
To Bring my wretched heart
The sky with shooting down waterfalls
But now I don't know
Where are you?
If may I meet you at all?
How are you?
If may I see you once and for all?
Gone, are you?
If may I feel you, your soul lashing gold?
The boy of art, where are you?
A Beast of Burden
He halted..
Sniffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.
Still,
Without delay,
We gallantly dragged our efforts, shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit
I was unwilling in this sport.
In my heart of hearts I hoped we might manage to tame him instead.
This Mighty Majestic Beast of Burden was too rare to see Death.
But, once our chase had been executed, the noose in our hands drew tight,
Ensnaring the monster in our trap as we had him.
We had him cornered.
The Beast was upon the ground,
doomed-the animal was at all our mercy.
I felt repugnance at paining the animal but those were the orders.
This was a case of necessity. This was kill or be killed.
Bad celestial report:
Black hole from a missing heart,
aorta star
supernova vanishing
Searching Pluto cold calls,
no late night
return transmission ring ring orbiting
Big Jupiter blinking eye of false pulse promises;
pillow Mars crimson barren wail,
scarlet Mercury sleep solitary cell ...
Down-to-Earth freewill vows are
copper-iron bars closing
Miss Venus pinky thumb
is laying heavy pressed against
a dying Sol chest
Her vortex voice messaging
repeat an empty beacon SOS —
fading Saturn hollow rings
Going over the event horizon edge,
Atom thoughts get split asunder
Eve of emotional gravity disintegration,
dissolves a spiritual connection permanently
Uranus dreams of twin moon bonding
was dysfunctional warped hope,
lapse in lost time-space trust relativity
A burnt-out shooting star
comet heart
sucked into the asteroid void of misery
And the last vortex voice messaging
said the universe of Us was forever ending
Love infinity died slowly
from a fractured
quantum leap-of-faith bleeding
Please don't raise your voice..
Loud it is..
An obnoxious loud burst of fireworks..
Shooting and firing in all directions..
for I can hear you..
I am not deaf..
When you raise your voice..
Ultimately it sounds like someone..
Is literally scratching their fingernails on a chalkboard..
Annoying it certainly is..
Nerve wreaking..
Blood pressure rises..
Major tension headache shapes form..
Head aching painfully..
Knowing their is only one cure..
A screeching siren of a voice..
Penetrates and invades the soul..
Please turn down your very own volume..
So one can avoid discomfort
So one can avoid wreaking havoc on one's state of mind..
One cure exists..
Please turn down your own volume..
Your volume is way too loud..
You may speak to me..
Only speak..
I will listen..
Wholeheartedly..
No side effects apply on my end..
A voice had been created for speaking..
Communication...
When one raises one's voice..
No longer is one speaking..
Therefore one cannot listen..
Janette Fisher
Contest Name
Holding out for a Hero
Whispering Strawn
2/25th Btn....Kokoda, World War2
Howard Strachan
Whispering Strawn or Strack they did say,
After he was shot in the head one fine day,
He was in New Guinea in the thick of the fight,
At Templeton crossing near lost his life,
So he laid around for 10 awful days,
The Doctor just shook his head, and he say's,
Said Howard was dead, in a coma a week,
But when he sat up, his voice was a squeak,
He got back his sight,
And climbed to his feet,
Picked up his Tommy gun,
He wasn’t weak,
So back into battle went Lt Strawn,
But his voice never rose,
his whisper the norm,
He survived the war,
The shooting was done,
Took it all in his stride,
This brave Aussie son.
Don Johnson 2-4-11
Howard he was shot through the forehead the bullet passed right through.
The Doctor said he was dead, but he was still wriggling. He squirmed around in the junglefor ten days, then he got up. Howard was still blind, deaf and dumb hadn't eaten for 10 days, but once he could see he went to the front line.