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.
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
170 reads
0 Comments
Her
Bumped 14th Dec 2022 3:05pm
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
537 reads
15 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
714 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
211 reads
5 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 00:19am
30th Sep 2022 00:19am
Grade School in the Great USofA
Boys, what would you do if a classmate brought a weapon to school?”
“Run away and tell a teacher”
“Would you try to talk to the student about it?”
“No”
“That’s right. Don’t draw attention to it. Just quietly tell a teacher.”
“Why are we talking about this?”
“Because a high schooler brought a weapon to school near here today. I just wanted to make sure you know what to do…
what about if you hear from a friend that somebody brought something dangerous? Just a rumor & you don’t know if it’s true?”
“We...
“Run away and tell a teacher”
“Would you try to talk to the student about it?”
“No”
“That’s right. Don’t draw attention to it. Just quietly tell a teacher.”
“Why are we talking about this?”
“Because a high schooler brought a weapon to school near here today. I just wanted to make sure you know what to do…
what about if you hear from a friend that somebody brought something dangerous? Just a rumor & you don’t know if it’s true?”
“We...
#children
#GunControl
#school #dialogue
#school #dialogue
204 reads
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
484 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
421 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th May 2022 5:36pm
26th May 2022 5:36pm
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
503 reads
3 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
25th May 2022 12:59pm
25th May 2022 12:59pm
Pointless
Another mass shooting for us to ignore
Another fool upset at gun laws
Another story that will run the news cycle
Another family that is forever lost
Another talking point for politicians
Another twist and turn into something it isn't
Another thoughts & prayers to be sick of
Another week where we act like we care
Another let's blame it on the mentally ill
Another excuse for what is just pure evil
Another question of how many more?
Another poem that will bore
Another pro-lifer who is really pro-birth
Another attempt at control...
Another fool upset at gun laws
Another story that will run the news cycle
Another family that is forever lost
Another talking point for politicians
Another twist and turn into something it isn't
Another thoughts & prayers to be sick of
Another week where we act like we care
Another let's blame it on the mentally ill
Another excuse for what is just pure evil
Another question of how many more?
Another poem that will bore
Another pro-lifer who is really pro-birth
Another attempt at control...
#sadness
#GunControl
496 reads
1 Comment
Triune
Poem Published
25th May 2022 12:38pm
25th May 2022 12:38pm
Untitled
How many more lives
is it going to take
for the world to become awake
Somebody Pleeeeaaaase
LET IT RAIN
and wash away all this pain
Forgive him lord
for he knows not what he does
OVER-MEDICATED
UNDER-EDUCATED
HIGHLY STIMULATED
Bodies MutIlated
It's all the same
as a video game
NEXT LEVEL
Contract With The Devil
is it going to take
for the world to become awake
Somebody Pleeeeaaaase
LET IT RAIN
and wash away all this pain
Forgive him lord
for he knows not what he does
OVER-MEDICATED
UNDER-EDUCATED
HIGHLY STIMULATED
Bodies MutIlated
It's all the same
as a video game
NEXT LEVEL
Contract With The Devil
#GunControl
#CallToAction
311 reads
2 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
243 reads
3 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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0 Comments
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