Poems About Gun Control Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about gun control seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
TodaysTomSawy3r
Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 9:39am
27th Aug 2023 9:39am
"Smash Mouth" (Parody of "All Star" by Smash Mouth)
#politics
#GunControl
#America
#prison
#nonfiction
175 reads
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Drieks
Poem Published
16th Jun 2023 11:35pm
16th Jun 2023 11:35pm
Vicky
I left a hicky on her neck.
Back in the city,
I wrote my number on the cheque.
Very risky,
like tempting Russians in roulette.
Plenty sticky.
Oh Vicky.
Chest of might.
Catch of delight.
Eye sight’s over-pleasured,
break my dyke.
Pluck the brains back of the matte black
barrel, left a crack in the bone marrow.
Narrow to the skin whack-a-mole with
her cherry, bluntly asking her to marry…
Hadn’t crossed my mind that instead I had to bury…
Dirt meet my shovel.
Flocked up birds lead the...
Back in the city,
I wrote my number on the cheque.
Very risky,
like tempting Russians in roulette.
Plenty sticky.
Oh Vicky.
Chest of might.
Catch of delight.
Eye sight’s over-pleasured,
break my dyke.
Pluck the brains back of the matte black
barrel, left a crack in the bone marrow.
Narrow to the skin whack-a-mole with
her cherry, bluntly asking her to marry…
Hadn’t crossed my mind that instead I had to bury…
Dirt meet my shovel.
Flocked up birds lead the...
#dark
#death
#GunControl
220 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Jun 2023 2:19pm
15th Jun 2023 2:19pm
Obstetricy
Some worth is established at every birth
as that's the rule of nature on Earth
with viability the keyword there,
and when once the lungs first fill with air
the newborn take their preordained form
with no regard for a genetic norm,
since by double helix twist decree
I will not be you and you won't be me
in the reproductory guarantee
where life itself loves diversity!
And the proof is there if you care to look
beyond monocultural gobbledygook
so often composed by the blasé mind,
as if confined within its own behind, ...
as that's the rule of nature on Earth
with viability the keyword there,
and when once the lungs first fill with air
the newborn take their preordained form
with no regard for a genetic norm,
since by double helix twist decree
I will not be you and you won't be me
in the reproductory guarantee
where life itself loves diversity!
And the proof is there if you care to look
beyond monocultural gobbledygook
so often composed by the blasé mind,
as if confined within its own behind, ...
#LGBT
#GunControl
#CallToAction #HumanRights
#CallToAction #HumanRights
171 reads
2 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
8th May 2023 3:24am
8th May 2023 3:24am
Loss
On a Tuesday morning in a tenth-grade math class, Sally smiled and held her paper up to her friend Jenny. Jenny gave her a thumbs up, pleased that she'd helped her friend overcome fear of math.
As the two of them shared this moment of elation, one of their classmates entered the room. The scrap of desks on the floor and screams filled the air, but Sally didn’t hear. She sat transfixed by the instrument of war pointed at her chest. She thought the boy was a friend, but today, she didn’t know his face.
Sally said, “Please wait.” She didn't recognize her...
As the two of them shared this moment of elation, one of their classmates entered the room. The scrap of desks on the floor and screams filled the air, but Sally didn’t hear. She sat transfixed by the instrument of war pointed at her chest. She thought the boy was a friend, but today, she didn’t know his face.
Sally said, “Please wait.” She didn't recognize her...
#sex
#murder
#GunControl
420 reads
4 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 4:43pm
3rd Apr 2023 4:43pm
AMERICAN SHOOT 'EM UP
dreamed
i was somebody
for a minute
like i held the keys
to the goddamned
kingdom and even
my sweat was holy
and it was real, baby,
and i just walked in like i owned it,
knocking that shit down
like i don't know what
my bullets rippin' right through
and them scatterin' like birds
and, man, don't act all high
and pious like it matters
when nothing goddamn matters
in this shit world
but politics and money
and your horse shit
so-called liberty,
not even this
(59 unique words)
i was somebody
for a minute
like i held the keys
to the goddamned
kingdom and even
my sweat was holy
and it was real, baby,
and i just walked in like i owned it,
knocking that shit down
like i don't know what
my bullets rippin' right through
and them scatterin' like birds
and, man, don't act all high
and pious like it matters
when nothing goddamn matters
in this shit world
but politics and money
and your horse shit
so-called liberty,
not even this
(59 unique words)
#death
#GunControl
#America
209 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
15th Dec 2022 7:29pm
15th Dec 2022 7:29pm
The List
The prime minister of Jamaica is seeking help from the US to track down and arrest criminal elements in New York who are shipping illegal firearms to Jamaica.
He said that he would give the US law enforcement a list of names of persons in the United States who are involved in criminal activity that affects his country.
That idiot should also make a list of names of persons in Jamaica who are wrongdoers and put his name and the names of his colleagues at the beginning of the list.
He said that he would give the US law enforcement a list of names of persons in the United States who are involved in criminal activity that affects his country.
That idiot should also make a list of names of persons in Jamaica who are wrongdoers and put his name and the names of his colleagues at the beginning of the list.
#politics
#GunControl
#funny
180 reads
0 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 6:39pm
17th Nov 2022 6:39pm
Prophecy Of The Gun
it was the immaculate conception
inconceivable as it was
me being birthed from the womb
of man's ideology
motherless
never nurtured from the essence of her femininity
an umbilical cord just a figment of
my sentimental imagination
I arrive as a prophet in my own right
and though i have not walked on water
I have ceremoniously baptized countless
in pools of their own blood
for I am the axis upon which
fear and love...
inconceivable as it was
me being birthed from the womb
of man's ideology
motherless
never nurtured from the essence of her femininity
an umbilical cord just a figment of
my sentimental imagination
I arrive as a prophet in my own right
and though i have not walked on water
I have ceremoniously baptized countless
in pools of their own blood
for I am the axis upon which
fear and love...
#violence
#LifeStruggles
#GunControl #hypocrisy
#GunControl #hypocrisy
724 reads
6 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 00:45am
9th Nov 2022 00:45am
The Revenge of Atom
Eurydice, nicknamed Dizzy, was growing concerned about Edward. He was her son with David Wallace, a successful music producer in Los Angeles whose parents had operated a renowned chain of restaurants. And Dizzy herself was the daughter of a media giant and a minor aristocrat, so what infernal circumstances might have befallen young Edward, a physically and mentally healthy lad of 10 who lived most of the year not a stone’s throw from Hyde Park, were a little obscure.
But Dizzy was a sensitive woman who saw the petty cruelties of existence everywhere, from the checkout girl who gave...
But Dizzy was a sensitive woman who saw the petty cruelties of existence everywhere, from the checkout girl who gave...
#violence
#GunControl
#music #ShortStory
#music #ShortStory
217 reads
5 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 11:32pm
5th Jun 2022 11:32pm
Where do we go from here
Street ain't safe
Home feels like jail
our mind isn't sane
Wrongness always win the debate
Parents killed...
Leaving their kids... orphaned
Kids kidnapped
others shipped to the other side
Students axed; travellers gunned
Markets nuked; chapels bombed
Is this the end of the world or just a mini-war
Our streets are filled with frauds and thugs...
Youths doing drugs...
Girls raped; travellers abduct....
Farmers robbed of their lives and stuffs
Will all this ever stop...
MY country...
Home feels like jail
our mind isn't sane
Wrongness always win the debate
Parents killed...
Leaving their kids... orphaned
Kids kidnapped
others shipped to the other side
Students axed; travellers gunned
Markets nuked; chapels bombed
Is this the end of the world or just a mini-war
Our streets are filled with frauds and thugs...
Youths doing drugs...
Girls raped; travellers abduct....
Farmers robbed of their lives and stuffs
Will all this ever stop...
MY country...
#murder
#GunControl
#evil
492 reads
1 Comment
hgnichols
Poem Published
27th May 2022 8:31pm
27th May 2022 8:31pm
Listen to Brother
Listen because I am the only grown up left.
Listen because this house’s bones are bending,
load-bearing wall,
sagging, groaning, hungry.
Listen because the rust-water comes,
leaky piped, bile pools,
streaking nursery walls,
baby waking wet.
Listen because Mother and Father will not wake,
try as we have to rouse them
From opulent slumber.
Listen because daylight has dwindled and night is long.
Because the boil-man is calling at the front door.
Because the kitchen is barren,
bereft over bygone revelry
and nostalgia...
Listen because this house’s bones are bending,
load-bearing wall,
sagging, groaning, hungry.
Listen because the rust-water comes,
leaky piped, bile pools,
streaking nursery walls,
baby waking wet.
Listen because Mother and Father will not wake,
try as we have to rouse them
From opulent slumber.
Listen because daylight has dwindled and night is long.
Because the boil-man is calling at the front door.
Because the kitchen is barren,
bereft over bygone revelry
and nostalgia...
#anger
#grief
#GunControl
429 reads
6 Comments
DreamIllusions
Poem Published
19th May 2022 11:22pm
19th May 2022 11:22pm
Push (the day there was a gunman at school)
I don’t like the way it feels
I mean, does anyone?
When you feel that forceful hand
Knocking you sideways
And you see that twisted face
You don’t even know
If it’s fear or hate
That makes him push you away
Until you do know
And then it shatters everything
Your backpack and your books
You go flying from the stairs
Through the doors and
Then the floor
Falling through that floor
Because you realize
He pushed you hard to save your life
You hear the click
Loud, in an empty stairwell
And you see it so...
I mean, does anyone?
When you feel that forceful hand
Knocking you sideways
And you see that twisted face
You don’t even know
If it’s fear or hate
That makes him push you away
Until you do know
And then it shatters everything
Your backpack and your books
You go flying from the stairs
Through the doors and
Then the floor
Falling through that floor
Because you realize
He pushed you hard to save your life
You hear the click
Loud, in an empty stairwell
And you see it so...
#GunControl
#school
#responsibility
#risk
#fear
248 reads
3 Comments
congress
Poem Published
11th Mar 2022 12:17pm
11th Mar 2022 12:17pm
WHO gives US authority to approve wars that benefits US?
WHO gives the US an authority to approve wars that benefit the US?
Put in! Put in! Put in!
We can’t be blind to the propaganda orchestrated to distort the so-called new Adolf Hitler’s image!
Ever wondered: WHO mandates the US to provide and instigate wars in the scrimmage?
Ever wondered who covers us when the plan fails? Is it them? Or, maybe an artistic envisage?
If not the US, WHO put it? Native instigators must be lookin', or maybe lootin’.
Deceits says he did not put his gist on the table; he just started shootin’. ...
Put in! Put in! Put in!
We can’t be blind to the propaganda orchestrated to distort the so-called new Adolf Hitler’s image!
Ever wondered: WHO mandates the US to provide and instigate wars in the scrimmage?
Ever wondered who covers us when the plan fails? Is it them? Or, maybe an artistic envisage?
If not the US, WHO put it? Native instigators must be lookin', or maybe lootin’.
Deceits says he did not put his gist on the table; he just started shootin’. ...
#GunControl
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction #HumanRights
#CallToAction #HumanRights
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