Ammo Poems - Poems about Ammo

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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.......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...I stand, No man's land, I will not sulit. I have not won. I have. But not my men, For those, i stand, Standing on no man’s land, I walk away, and grab my men, I will not tell you im hap......Read the rest...

...we don’t appreciate the sun until it r a i n s, warmth of gentle rays that subtly stroke distressed skin when time was f r o z e n smiles were s t o l e n and hope yet again remain......Read the rest...

...I was born into a war I was born into a war I Was born into this war And I couldn’t even talk I didn’t know how to walk I hit the ground surviving Heavy fire, Heavy losses Broken will br......Read the rest...