Ammo Poems - Poems about Ammo

... I am tired. Usually in a “life has sapped itself out” But that isn’t what this is about. I. Am. Tired. Of my stupid styrofoam smile Squeaking under pressure all the while. I am ti......

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... Hot coffee black coffee really has the means when I sup but half a cup to make me feel quite full of beans only one requirement tho' no decaf if you please and altho' born in Kenya ......

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...Bullets come from the dead, To kill the innocent; For the injured, Arrows lead to life -......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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...Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). neverth......

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...PTSD massive explosion fireball lights up the dark sky screams for the medic cries for mother torn bodies lying at my feet snap and pop of burning ammo assaults my ears smell of burnt flesh ......

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...Gila monster broke out of his cage, stole some ammo and Pappy’s twelve gauge. On a low grassy knoll, he dispatched the anole in a cold-blooded, reptilian rage.......

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...We had a desert mission Just north of us in Zarghun Shahr But little did we know that day We wouldn’t get that far. We did not doubt the intel That led us up the road of dust; an IED exploded, ......

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...My leader has spoken once again I listen with my one ear, on the right I cut the evil left one off to honour the wisest man of payoffs who almost gave up his life for me all so that he keeps......

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... In UK towns gangs raped girls for years Drugged them, passed them around, laughed at their tears Police blamed the victims, thought they were at fault Also didn't want trouble, open up pandora's......

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...Laying in bed with a pillow solitary holds a teardrop under the radio’s thumb; Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing; Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo, that fire song meant for a rooftop; Never again w......

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...The gun seems gun-shy in this space; where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-m......

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...Sadness was silly when I was twenty-three Masked with a drink whenever it bothered me When my head hits the pillow, it won’t leave me be   Curious what keeps it alive inside me A lifetime of f......

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...Preposterous Eros by Michael R. Burch “Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga Preposterous Eros shot me in the buttocks, with a Devilish grin, spent all my money in a rush then left my heart......

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...It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come insi......

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