Poems about Gun Control
#GunControl
Poems about gun control and gun ownership. Different views on gun control and the effects of guns in society, including mass murder, self protection and gun sports.
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AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 5:18am
20th Oct 2023 5:18am
Armed To The Teeth
In a world awash with weapons, the fearsome parade,
Armed to the teeth, our society's charade.
With a Glock 17 in hand, some say they're safe,
But in this arsenal, we tread on perilous waif.
The Smith & Wesson M&P Shield gleams in the night,
A shield for some, a menace for others' plight.
The Colt M1911, a relic of the past,
In our modern world, a shadow it casts.
The Remington 870, a shotgun's embrace,
Power in every shell, in the wrong hands, a disgrace.
The AK-47, a symbol of strife,
In conflict and turmoil, it...
Armed to the teeth, our society's charade.
With a Glock 17 in hand, some say they're safe,
But in this arsenal, we tread on perilous waif.
The Smith & Wesson M&P Shield gleams in the night,
A shield for some, a menace for others' plight.
The Colt M1911, a relic of the past,
In our modern world, a shadow it casts.
The Remington 870, a shotgun's embrace,
Power in every shell, in the wrong hands, a disgrace.
The AK-47, a symbol of strife,
In conflict and turmoil, it...
#power
#GunControl
#weakness
285 reads
down2dirt
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2023 1:48am
23rd Sep 2023 1:48am
duty calls
#GunControl
#CallToAction
231 reads
0 Comments
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
217 reads
0 Comments
Mr_Wendal
MrWendal
MrWendal
Poem Published
15th Jul 2023 4:37pm
15th Jul 2023 4:37pm
Bronx Story
Shadows creep,
Deep in the heart of the Bronx, darkness seeps,
A world of pain and suffering, no escape in sight,
Where dreams go to die, swallowed by the night.
These streets suffocate in chaos and despair,
Lost innocence, young souls stripped bare,
A deadly code rules, blood always spills,
Chained by the devil, driven by his thrills.
At thirteen and fifteen, their lives torn apart,
Caught in the crossfire, hope ripped from the heart,
Foolish soldiers, chasing dreams of gold,
But the world they face is heartless and cold. ...
Deep in the heart of the Bronx, darkness seeps,
A world of pain and suffering, no escape in sight,
Where dreams go to die, swallowed by the night.
These streets suffocate in chaos and despair,
Lost innocence, young souls stripped bare,
A deadly code rules, blood always spills,
Chained by the devil, driven by his thrills.
At thirteen and fifteen, their lives torn apart,
Caught in the crossfire, hope ripped from the heart,
Foolish soldiers, chasing dreams of gold,
But the world they face is heartless and cold. ...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#GunControl
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
288 reads
0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Bumped 20th Jun 2023 9:20pm
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
Second Amendment Murders Children (Gun Lobby Terrorists)
they mever
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
#murder
#GunControl
#NaPoWriMo2023
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
309 reads
2 Comments
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
281 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
215 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
467 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
254 reads
3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:21am
18th Feb 2023 4:21am
Show and Tell
no more dolls
no more toys
no more games
by middle school
childhood is not just gone
its obliterated
an eighth grader
brought a gun to school
he's showing his friends
one of his besties
gets to hold the clip
this goes on
for three days
finally a student reports it
a week ago:
a lockdown
close to two hours
note in the high school boys bathroom:
"I'm going to shoot up the school"
underneath
a...
no more toys
no more games
by middle school
childhood is not just gone
its obliterated
an eighth grader
brought a gun to school
he's showing his friends
one of his besties
gets to hold the clip
this goes on
for three days
finally a student reports it
a week ago:
a lockdown
close to two hours
note in the high school boys bathroom:
"I'm going to shoot up the school"
underneath
a...
#childhood
#GunControl
#America #school
#America #school
287 reads
5 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
223 reads
0 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
261 reads
5 Comments
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