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.
How many Kids Will Die ?! Final Exam
Remember those, high school kids
who dressed in black
becoming night knights, in the day light
to fight the world that
looked away from them like they were just glares son
Remember those high school kids
“Columbining” their school
bet they looked right at them like they were fucking scared
for this final exam unprepared
Like those Shortys who wore short skirts and booty shorts
who took a shortcut for cash
out of class, to shake to shake their ass
to be with small minded men
who in the long run ...
who dressed in black
becoming night knights, in the day light
to fight the world that
looked away from them like they were just glares son
Remember those high school kids
“Columbining” their school
bet they looked right at them like they were fucking scared
for this final exam unprepared
Like those Shortys who wore short skirts and booty shorts
who took a shortcut for cash
out of class, to shake to shake their ass
to be with small minded men
who in the long run ...
#GunControl
#sadness
#childhood
#death
#school
391 reads
5 Comments
Rebel Army
Mutant Army
I remember all my friends from the Rebel Army but most of them were filthy and barmy.
How can you live with people who think that being a rebel you have to stink?
My killer robot is my best friend he saved my life at Newton’s bend.
The Mutant army was camped in a dell I rolled a barrel bomb down and sent them to hell.
Why do they still function when they are blown to bits?
It’s enough to send me to the pits.
It’s unnerving seeing a severed head trying to talk or a single leg hopping and trying to walk.
Stinky McKenzie knew what was what he...
I remember all my friends from the Rebel Army but most of them were filthy and barmy.
How can you live with people who think that being a rebel you have to stink?
My killer robot is my best friend he saved my life at Newton’s bend.
The Mutant army was camped in a dell I rolled a barrel bomb down and sent them to hell.
Why do they still function when they are blown to bits?
It’s enough to send me to the pits.
It’s unnerving seeing a severed head trying to talk or a single leg hopping and trying to walk.
Stinky McKenzie knew what was what he...
#anger
#technology
#GunControl
#frustration
#aliens
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0 Comments
The gunman
weapons-tools
anti-social-introvert
fascist-hobbyist
murderer-bullied
depraved-misguided
ignorant-expert
desperate-prestige
Rage-begrudge
psychotic-helpless
dangerous-misunderstood
massacre-inevitable
resistance-frauds
solutions-distractions
Cycles-endless
discussions-meaningless
change-profit
The gunman
anti-social-introvert
fascist-hobbyist
murderer-bullied
depraved-misguided
ignorant-expert
desperate-prestige
Rage-begrudge
psychotic-helpless
dangerous-misunderstood
massacre-inevitable
resistance-frauds
solutions-distractions
Cycles-endless
discussions-meaningless
change-profit
The gunman
#dark
#heartbroken
#death
#GunControl
#frustration
699 reads
10 Comments
Triple P's
Pussy, power & pistols run this evil, deceitful ass world
We emerged from the first at birth whether boy or a girl
She has her own power that make men desire to get back inside
Yearning to take a long journey like the second cumming of a child
Outside the yoni many are fighting to obtain that second coveted P
Unfortunately it seems like that revolves around the love of money
Killing each other in tours of wars at home and overseas
Humanity is full of travesties and lacks tack and civility
Pistols popping and bodies are dropping all over...
We emerged from the first at birth whether boy or a girl
She has her own power that make men desire to get back inside
Yearning to take a long journey like the second cumming of a child
Outside the yoni many are fighting to obtain that second coveted P
Unfortunately it seems like that revolves around the love of money
Killing each other in tours of wars at home and overseas
Humanity is full of travesties and lacks tack and civility
Pistols popping and bodies are dropping all over...
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles #GunControl
#LifeStruggles #GunControl
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Obituary
i don't want an obituary
buried in the clutter of human drama
a rusting needle in an endless haystack.
i want the Front Page
buried in the clutter of human drama
a rusting needle in an endless haystack.
i want the Front Page
#murder
#GunControl
#PopCulture
472 reads
2 Comments
Dead Aim
He fondles the barrel of his gun
Caressing steel, calls it "hon"
This AR-15 has a kick
But center mass, his aim is quick
He claims that it's for home defense
Woe to those who climb the fence
They will learn the final lesson
Educated by a Smith and Wesson
He toes the body on the lawn
Blood spreading with the coming dawn
No reason for undue alarm
His semi-auto hasn't lost its charm.
Caressing steel, calls it "hon"
This AR-15 has a kick
But center mass, his aim is quick
He claims that it's for home defense
Woe to those who climb the fence
They will learn the final lesson
Educated by a Smith and Wesson
He toes the body on the lawn
Blood spreading with the coming dawn
No reason for undue alarm
His semi-auto hasn't lost its charm.
#GunControl
526 reads
3 Comments
Being & Nothingness
on the gun issue
you are either with Being
or with Nothingness
you are either with Being
or with Nothingness
#GunControl
507 reads
2 Comments
Past,Today,Future
The past is a mist disaperating,
Today is a world slowly fading,
The future is a veil over my vision shading.
The future is an unpredictable meeting,
The past is a bridge over the abyss weakening,
Today is something worth keeping.
Today is winter with fire needed lighting,
The future is spring where life continues fighting,
The past is a flower in fall dying.
The past is a picture with dust coating,
Today is on a sea with a boat floating,
The future is a marvel wich we should be devoting.
The future is needs...
Today is a world slowly fading,
The future is a veil over my vision shading.
The future is an unpredictable meeting,
The past is a bridge over the abyss weakening,
Today is something worth keeping.
Today is winter with fire needed lighting,
The future is spring where life continues fighting,
The past is a flower in fall dying.
The past is a picture with dust coating,
Today is on a sea with a boat floating,
The future is a marvel wich we should be devoting.
The future is needs...
#dark
#death
#GunControl
#patience
#tolerance
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0 Comments
Monday Blues
Monday Blues
Tossing and turning
Monday has come
Over the weekend.
My roof sprung a leak
Can't stop thinking
expense, expense, expense
DAMN What a start
to another week.
Got out of bed
My feet are freezing
Heating has gone off.
Monday blues hits again
if this is the beginning
I am dreading the end.
At the bus stop
I miss the bus
gonna be late for
my hospital therapy.
Calls for a taxi only,
for it to breakdown
halfway across town.
Walking to the
hospital entrance ...
Tossing and turning
Monday has come
Over the weekend.
My roof sprung a leak
Can't stop thinking
expense, expense, expense
DAMN What a start
to another week.
Got out of bed
My feet are freezing
Heating has gone off.
Monday blues hits again
if this is the beginning
I am dreading the end.
At the bus stop
I miss the bus
gonna be late for
my hospital therapy.
Calls for a taxi only,
for it to breakdown
halfway across town.
Walking to the
hospital entrance ...
#sadness
#depression
#heartbroken
#GunControl
#healing
551 reads
2 Comments
Supercilious Shooting
Catering to
subjective tastes
like groping
for befitted tools
Spittin' submissions - stanzas
at the range where
spirit meets culmination
Playin' a fool's pastime
throwin' hopes at hitting
inconsequential pigeons
of clay
For in blasting off
we are kids armed
with orange plastic rifles
aimin' through our screens
in inane arcade firing
at petty pixelated ducks
& you're the one who set us up
***
Tongue-in-cheek, of course! No serious insult intended, I enjoy...
subjective tastes
like groping
for befitted tools
Spittin' submissions - stanzas
at the range where
spirit meets culmination
Playin' a fool's pastime
throwin' hopes at hitting
inconsequential pigeons
of clay
For in blasting off
we are kids armed
with orange plastic rifles
aimin' through our screens
in inane arcade firing
at petty pixelated ducks
& you're the one who set us up
***
Tongue-in-cheek, of course! No serious insult intended, I enjoy...
#dark
#children
#GunControl
#frustration
#morality
564 reads
6 Comments
Dirty Pigs
I'm not an endorsing fan of spam, ham or crooked policemen
Pork from the start has been bad for the heart of many of men
Leviticus teaches us that they're unclean and not to be consumed
And that partaking of their abominable flesh is defiling all of you
Some still choose to be their die hard advocates irregardless of this
Snakes in the grass that kiss their ass will most definitely hiss at this
So keep your lawn immaculately landscaped so they can't hide their faces
Then keep your third eye focused so you can notice which ones are racist
Mark, on the...
Pork from the start has been bad for the heart of many of men
Leviticus teaches us that they're unclean and not to be consumed
And that partaking of their abominable flesh is defiling all of you
Some still choose to be their die hard advocates irregardless of this
Snakes in the grass that kiss their ass will most definitely hiss at this
So keep your lawn immaculately landscaped so they can't hide their faces
Then keep your third eye focused so you can notice which ones are racist
Mark, on the...
#anger
#conflict
#GunControl
#confessional
#CallToAction
596 reads
2 Comments
Smile and Wave at the Familiar Stranger
I've come around
Not a stranger
Nor a face
Foreign to sight
I'm a danger to you
I'm a danger to me
I'm a disease of emotion
Let's walk new paths
Let's talk about death
Why pretend?
I brought my revolver
I brought seven bullets
Let's toy with fate
You're real
I am so fake
You're the honest truth
I'm a putrid, festering lie
Honestly, I'd try again
But it's already over
I'm so far gone within.
Not a stranger
Nor a face
Foreign to sight
I'm a danger to you
I'm a danger to me
I'm a disease of emotion
Let's walk new paths
Let's talk about death
Why pretend?
I brought my revolver
I brought seven bullets
Let's toy with fate
You're real
I am so fake
You're the honest truth
I'm a putrid, festering lie
Honestly, I'd try again
But it's already over
I'm so far gone within.
#murder
#suicide
#GunControl
#dark
#death
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2 Comments
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