Gunslinger Poems - Poems about Gunslinger

Gunslinger, hellspawn Thrived from Bane, a Western town He was a preacher in his prime To saving souls, he gave his time Condemned to death, but done no crime For, he was framed in gleam...Read the rest...

A preacher, Jeremy Winston lived out West two-hundred years ago. He was framed for murder of his family. Mammon offered him revenge if Winston gave up his soul. Although killed, he came back to life as Gunslinger Spawn! Winston was commanded to kill all the townspeople...Read the rest...

Sam Adams was a cowboy Back in the wild west A badass gunslinger For hire to the biggest bidder Often working for the law Sometimes working for the outlaws He did not see much difference He took the jobs That...Read the rest...

With a sneer and a s.... His hand on the trigger The little boy cocked his gun His friends ran away Cos' they would not play With a boy that was no fun Note... Laugh in a half-suppressed and typically scornful way Snicker...Read the rest...

(Quick off the top of my haid) Da dibble go down to Georgia A town in Texas, who knew He went on de run He took his six gun Lookin' for to doo wacka doo. He comed across a young...Read the rest...

a silver of a gunslinger, is a silver of gold silver is a gunslinger silver of gold gold is a gunslinger gold gold is a gunslinger silver a gunslinger gold is a gunslinger silver a gunslinger is a fool of gold a...Read the rest...

Idyllic country setting, from somewhere in the past Imagine an expanse of rich green grass Running up to a fence, fronting a proud red barn The subject of this timeless, yet timely...Read the rest...

The Gunslinger There once was a honest man, a man of iron and steel Vengeance filled his heart, a lust for blood so surreal No one knows what calamity has forged his evil ways Or of what rages...Read the rest...

Fairly Squarely Rarely Barely Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew 1-19-2018...Read the rest...

Gunslinger I swung the doors open, hard and loud My view was hindered by the cloud. Of smoke and ash in hand and tray As I darkly stood in that old doorway. Dried blood 'n stale beer spotted the floor....Read the rest...

High noon somewhere in the deep west a drifter rides into town in need of a fresh horse and some rest. he carries two 45's custom made to his taste with pearl handles and cursed steel many a man have tasted their...Read the rest...

Only one scar, from a kid in Montana. His mom had him placed in a field of lantana. The kid was still smiling as smoke from his vest plumed when the bullet slammed through his chest. With a split...Read the rest...

Buck was a tough man very fast with his gun always just one step ahead of the law He rode from town to town never staying all that long because as soon as word got out the young gunslingers would come Now Buck...Read the rest...

Billy the kid kept roving around, A campfire here, a cowhand there, He traveled alone through country & town, Always headed somewhere, One certain day he rode into town, His forty-five strapped on his side, Just to stop and drink one...Read the rest...

The sounds of wolves howling... echoed loudly, deep in the solitary woods of no mans land, While the blazing campfire shared its hearth proudly, heating the pot of coffee Kid Colt had close at hand, Each day rehashed such...Read the rest...