Poems About Gun Control Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about gun control seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Her
Poem Published
21st May 2022 4:05pm
21st May 2022 4:05pm
With More Than Our Eyes
Heartache
Heartbreak
What will it take?
We separate
Only for the cause of hate
And even tho I try
Not to cry
I always will
For people spill
The blood of others for no good reason
It has always been
That we can’t see with more than our eyes
Why do we do more than despise?
To kill
At will
Another
For being who they are
We brought others from afar
Sold them on the block
In one great flock
Or...
Heartbreak
What will it take?
We separate
Only for the cause of hate
And even tho I try
Not to cry
I always will
For people spill
The blood of others for no good reason
It has always been
That we can’t see with more than our eyes
Why do we do more than despise?
To kill
At will
Another
For being who they are
We brought others from afar
Sold them on the block
In one great flock
Or...
#murder
#racism
#hate
#GunControl
#CallToAction
548 reads
15 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Apr 2022 5:57pm
18th Apr 2022 5:57pm
Dunblane
Such an evil, sick, and tormented soul
His twisted morals, had taken control
On March 13th, 1996, he went totally insane
Mercilessly destroyed innocence, in a town called Dunblane
Lost were 16 young children,and their teacher
Their registration was taken, by the local preacher
They now lay assembled, in graves of disdain
At the horror that occurred, that day in Dunblane
by Jemia
His twisted morals, had taken control
On March 13th, 1996, he went totally insane
Mercilessly destroyed innocence, in a town called Dunblane
Lost were 16 young children,and their teacher
Their registration was taken, by the local preacher
They now lay assembled, in graves of disdain
At the horror that occurred, that day in Dunblane
by Jemia
#children
#murder
#GunControl #horror
#GunControl #horror
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
18th Apr 2022 4:54am
18th Apr 2022 4:54am
Father, Can You Hear Me...
In memory of mass shootings that has gripped our society
As a new day approach
The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin
A presence from birth, now gone too soon
I give you the stars I gave you the moon
There are tears in silent remembrance today
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say
On my knees as I pray
Daily grief not to hinder your way
Keep your faith never to betray
I...
As a new day approach
The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin
A presence from birth, now gone too soon
I give you the stars I gave you the moon
There are tears in silent remembrance today
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say
On my knees as I pray
Daily grief not to hinder your way
Keep your faith never to betray
I...
#GunControl
579 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 3:02am
16th Nov 2021 3:02am
I’m Running With The Wind
I could ever imagine
Me with one with the wind
Feeling good the sweat dripping down my skin
Knowing that this is where the hunger to run all begins
Running faster and faster
Mmm… tasting that accumulation
Oh, the sweetest jubilation
I am me and the wind beneath my feet
Is the feeling that God bequeaths
I’m running for my life
All the world problems are behind its strife
Hands moving, feet moving
Music to my ears
I am one with the wind
I am grooving I see a truck up ahead ...
Me with one with the wind
Feeling good the sweat dripping down my skin
Knowing that this is where the hunger to run all begins
Running faster and faster
Mmm… tasting that accumulation
Oh, the sweetest jubilation
I am me and the wind beneath my feet
Is the feeling that God bequeaths
I’m running for my life
All the world problems are behind its strife
Hands moving, feet moving
Music to my ears
I am one with the wind
I am grooving I see a truck up ahead ...
#murder
#GunControl
#passion
786 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 9:13am
3rd Nov 2020 9:13am
another day
I´m watching a Spanish crime series
not a gun in sight and the female detective looks normal
and not like an overdressed American actress.
But I´m thinking of the election tomorrow does it matters
who wins, if it is Biden the rough language will change
but policies will be more or less the same.
The USA is run by the big corporation they prefer the way it is.
They are wrong though, America is raked by violence armed fraction everywhere, and I don´t know who they are.
I remember Biden saying once he was a zionist, this I think
he does not know...
not a gun in sight and the female detective looks normal
and not like an overdressed American actress.
But I´m thinking of the election tomorrow does it matters
who wins, if it is Biden the rough language will change
but policies will be more or less the same.
The USA is run by the big corporation they prefer the way it is.
They are wrong though, America is raked by violence armed fraction everywhere, and I don´t know who they are.
I remember Biden saying once he was a zionist, this I think
he does not know...
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction
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0 Comments
jo_tyler
joyelizabeth
joyelizabeth
Poem Published
14th Dec 2019 3:33pm
14th Dec 2019 3:33pm
violence
i am days short of 16 years old. i am a sophomore in high school. i was raised an only child by my 2 parents who had me young. they obviously sheltered me from violence as much as they could but everything else was fair game. they were accepting of who i wanted to be and what i wanted to do with my life even when i wanted to be a ballerina chef astronaut (at the same time). i was the 3 year old singing rent and watching friends and to this day i still do both of those things. but there’s something different about these two people even tho they have the same personalities. the 3 year old...
#childhood
#LGBT
#GunControl
#aging
#emotional
379 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 4:33pm
4th Aug 2019 4:33pm
Wake Up America, Please (In Remembrace 08-04-19)
Heartbroken Today
What a sad day in America when people work hard and would like to be rewarded from the spoils of their rewards, then to relieve some mental stress, to relax and enjoy, whereas, some mental and deranged person who has no bearing to what life truly means to live, plays God, Judge, and the Jury.
It has been so many mass shootings in America, senseless acts of violence, that has befallen this great nation. Some shooting done in the name of violence, racial, on some unknown motive, or simply, death by cop suicide.
...
What a sad day in America when people work hard and would like to be rewarded from the spoils of their rewards, then to relieve some mental stress, to relax and enjoy, whereas, some mental and deranged person who has no bearing to what life truly means to live, plays God, Judge, and the Jury.
It has been so many mass shootings in America, senseless acts of violence, that has befallen this great nation. Some shooting done in the name of violence, racial, on some unknown motive, or simply, death by cop suicide.
...
#anger
#violence
#GunControl
#CallToAction
#frustration
546 reads
10 Comments
RetroSpect
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2019 4:07am
2nd Jul 2019 4:07am
Campfire Sky
Campfire sky,
while I'm driving by.
Swerve to avoid high lava tides.
Flags get shot down, attempting to prove pride.
Stillness in the movement,
with eyes open wide.
It is to my surprise,
the fight will never end.
We are all going to die.
while I'm driving by.
Swerve to avoid high lava tides.
Flags get shot down, attempting to prove pride.
Stillness in the movement,
with eyes open wide.
It is to my surprise,
the fight will never end.
We are all going to die.
#death
#LifeStruggles
#GunControl
#fire
#SelfWorth
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1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
11th May 2019 10:53pm
11th May 2019 10:53pm
Rensaku: Tanka In Times Of Terror
🚶🏻♂️⚖️💔
sex-u-a-li-ty:
is what we’re all born with,
but some are lost souls
and try to find their own way
in harm’s mob mentality
🏃🏻♀️🚔🔫
late spring afternoon,
a woman on the freeway
careful, concentrates
traffic slows, the radio,
a gun pointed at her head
📱👫💻
youth on his laptop,
his girlfriend is...
sex-u-a-li-ty:
is what we’re all born with,
but some are lost souls
and try to find their own way
in harm’s mob mentality
🏃🏻♀️🚔🔫
late spring afternoon,
a woman on the freeway
careful, concentrates
traffic slows, the radio,
a gun pointed at her head
📱👫💻
youth on his laptop,
his girlfriend is...
#GunControl
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
#inequality
#violence
580 reads
16 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
4th Mar 2019 5:10am
4th Mar 2019 5:10am
She Loves Me; He Loves Me Not
I'm so in love with her.
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance with a girl like her.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy years ago when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘Anonymous?'
I’ll send her...
I wish had someone to love me.
When I meet her on the street, she looks through me like nobody’s there.
I wish I could meet somebody that cared.
She’s so beautiful.
I’m nothing but a wall flower.
A guy like me would never have a chance with a girl like her.
My biological clock is about ready to stop. I should’ve tried to hook-up with a guy years ago when I had the chance.
I know what I’ll do, I’ll buy her flowers.
What lovely apricot roses, but who is this ‘Anonymous?'
I’ll send her...
#love
#women
#men
#GunControl
#scary
470 reads
12 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2018 4:29pm
22nd Nov 2018 4:29pm
donations
Donations
Every week I'm asked for donations
for worthy causes although my sympathy
is for the reasons such as the plasticization
of the oceans, the vanishing bees and etc.
I find myself unable to send money firstly
because I have only a small pension if I could
I would have sent money to everyone.
My only offer is to write about the havoc
we are causing to our world, and I shudder
to think when our excreta becomes packed
in plastic and the fish drowning in our
pollution that so quickly can be stopped.
Every week I'm asked for donations
for worthy causes although my sympathy
is for the reasons such as the plasticization
of the oceans, the vanishing bees and etc.
I find myself unable to send money firstly
because I have only a small pension if I could
I would have sent money to everyone.
My only offer is to write about the havoc
we are causing to our world, and I shudder
to think when our excreta becomes packed
in plastic and the fish drowning in our
pollution that so quickly can be stopped.
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#feminism
454 reads
1 Comment
Robereg41
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 4:37pm
17th Nov 2018 4:37pm
Garbage
I never refer to any human being as a dog because it's offensive to dogs.
Human beings are grotesque. Human beings are garbage.
We spend our lives trying to be something that we are not, fearing who we can't be and often meeting that reality with hostility and violence.
Like a flame, difference scares us and we succumb to the mammalian instinct to stomp it out like panicked gorillas.
Dogs aim to be one thing: dogs. They don't want to be the best. They just want to be good. They just want to love and be loved.
protection, 2) food.
That's it. And this massive...
Human beings are grotesque. Human beings are garbage.
We spend our lives trying to be something that we are not, fearing who we can't be and often meeting that reality with hostility and violence.
Like a flame, difference scares us and we succumb to the mammalian instinct to stomp it out like panicked gorillas.
Dogs aim to be one thing: dogs. They don't want to be the best. They just want to be good. They just want to love and be loved.
protection, 2) food.
That's it. And this massive...
#politics
#GunControl
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2 Comments
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