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.
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
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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
492 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
561 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
543 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
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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
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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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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
617 reads
5 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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0 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
17th Dec 2021 4:21am
17th Dec 2021 4:21am
My Dear Little Boy,
You have your mother’s anxious tender heart & couldn’t sleep 2 weeks past from hearing how a child felt as shots rang through the corridors of his school.
Now I, your mother, cannot rest
from learning how a child just 15 years of age
brought a stolen gun and ammo to his school,
a private show-and-tell.
We’ve walked past that school,
just around the corner and a block away
from where you sat today
(seemingly safe suburban classroom).
Tomorrow I will hug and wish good day to you,
my dear little boy,
watch you walk away ...
Now I, your mother, cannot rest
from learning how a child just 15 years of age
brought a stolen gun and ammo to his school,
a private show-and-tell.
We’ve walked past that school,
just around the corner and a block away
from where you sat today
(seemingly safe suburban classroom).
Tomorrow I will hug and wish good day to you,
my dear little boy,
watch you walk away ...
#children
#GunControl
455 reads
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 3:56pm
29th Nov 2021 3:56pm
… pressure for measure
just five pounds
is all it takes,
to end a life,
to make hearts break,
from life to death
is the measure,
with just five pounds,
of index pressure.
is all it takes,
to end a life,
to make hearts break,
from life to death
is the measure,
with just five pounds,
of index pressure.
#corruption
#murder
#death
#GunControl
#greed
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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
828 reads
11 Comments
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