#rifle - Hello Poetry

A flashbang of light follows the fire from the hill as a bullet nips the side of my cheek with a **** but the source behind the smoke is nothing but a lost child. My left eye traces the shadowy outline of a familiar shape. One that I once held. I remember the war before it happened. When I wasn't the only one left... when I wasn't yet forsaken by the Gods. It was a time when monsters didn't scare me, and the dark was nothing but an advantage; now leaving me feeling alone. They were the one that made the sounds of the battlefield nothing but background noise. I was often distracted from the hell and screaming in the distance. I look past my shoulder as I crouch to see the only friend I have left. "You ready?" I smile, observing the ashes on their face that do little to alter their perfections. They nod to give me the most simple, yet impactful assurance that they will do whatever it takes to keep me safe. I look down to crack open the action of my rifle, sliding a round down the chamber with a click. As I reach for the powder in my pocket, I hear a loud BANG! Followed by the warmth of an oozing, red liquid that I now see upon my chest. Leaving me to shiver in death's frost. I grab at my heart and look up at my only friend—and from behind the flames, they look back at me with their own rifle's sight, aiming straight for the wound that I now clasp. As I fall to my knees, I smile once more. And utter the lie that I always knew I'd tell my old friend in the case of me seeing them once more: "I hope you find joy in the new land you've found." The response I get is a cold shrug before they turn to kiss the flames of their new partner.

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC

Archorex

The Spy

A flashbang of light follows the fire from the hill as a bullet nips the side of my cheek with a **** but the source behind the smoke is nothing but a lost child. My left eye traces the shadowy outline of a familiar shape. One that I once held. I remember the war before it happened. When I wasn't the only one left... when I wasn't yet forsaken by the Gods. It was a time when monsters didn't scare me, and the dark was nothing but an advantage; now leaving me feeling alone. They were the one that made the sounds of the battlefield nothing but background noise. I was often distracted from the hell and screaming in the distance. I look past my shoulder as I crouch to see the only friend I have left. "You ready?" I smile, observing the ashes on their face that do little to alter their perfections. They nod to give me the most simple, yet impactful assurance that they will do whatever it takes to keep me safe. I look down to crack open the action of my rifle, sliding a round down the chamber with a click. As I reach for the powder in my pocket, I hear a loud BANG! Followed by the warmth of an oozing, red liquid that I now see upon my chest. Leaving me to shiver in death's frost. I grab at my heart and look up at my only friend—and from behind the flames, they look back at me with their own rifle's sight, aiming straight for the wound that I now clasp. As I fall to my knees, I smile once more. And utter the lie that I always knew I'd tell my old friend in the case of me seeing them once more: "I hope you find joy in the new land you've found." The response I get is a cold shrug before they turn to kiss the flames of their new partner.

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i was holding the rifle the way i was holding your hands , and they were still hot — so hot that now we are calloused , - love beat me and then i beat you — our hands were burned together . . but you smiled , and i was the one who cried instead. one day, someone will kiss my scars . someone should kiss yours, too. the recoil will always sting , and i will always bruise. .

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC

unlovedprincess

the cage door is open but i refuse to leave

i was holding the rifle the way i was holding your hands , and they were still hot — so hot that now we are calloused , - love beat me and then i beat you — our hands were burned together . . but you smiled , and i was the one who cried instead. one day, someone will kiss my scars . someone should kiss yours, too. the recoil will always sting , and i will always bruise. .

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PTSD 22 Piercing through that troubled gaze The fields of war fill the vacant stare Search for peace through the combat haze Desperate for darkness back “over there” Pondering fear of a lifetime ago The desert’s pain fills the empty boots Still at war, for peace they go Down in hallowed ground, 21 gun salutes Pour one more strong for the 22 a day The men of war can take some more Saint Peter’s gates open to light the way Defenders of peace only brave this door Place your battle outside on the floor To the warriors’ home in vallhalla’s hall Soldiers only, long after their war Day after day, salute 22 More Chester Michaels

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Sep 23, 2017

Sep 23, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC

chestermichaels88

PTSD 22

PTSD 22 Piercing through that troubled gaze The fields of war fill the vacant stare Search for peace through the combat haze Desperate for darkness back “over there” Pondering fear of a lifetime ago The desert’s pain fills the empty boots Still at war, for peace they go Down in hallowed ground, 21 gun salutes Pour one more strong for the 22 a day The men of war can take some more Saint Peter’s gates open to light the way Defenders of peace only brave this door Place your battle outside on the floor To the warriors’ home in vallhalla’s hall Soldiers only, long after their war Day after day, salute 22 More Chester Michaels

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a grave disturbance dwelt within his mind relentless was the mumble- jumble of killing kind peers were targeted students at a high school the omnipresence of a rifle's terrifying sool alarming mental issues not being swiftly addressed the corridors of his thoughts so psychologically obsessed young victims slain a sad and sorry event to-day Florida was bequeathed his dysfunctional bent

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Disturbance

a grave disturbance dwelt within his mind relentless was the mumble- jumble of killing kind peers were targeted students at a high school the omnipresence of a rifle's terrifying sool alarming mental issues not being swiftly addressed the corridors of his thoughts so psychologically obsessed young victims slain a sad and sorry event to-day Florida was bequeathed his dysfunctional bent

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the words of treason he shouted is what put the stock of a rifle to my shoulder take aim now that the patriots are traitors never thought it would ever come to this in my lifetime there's a man on the road with a rebel flag yelling that his treason is patriotic he is gonna take my life for some russian profit in his pocket he is gonna take my America for somebody else's taxes Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted this land be free "this land is your land, this land is my land"* never said nothing bout had to be black or white never said had to be praying to another man's God they have come knocking upon my door tell me my words are not the lies they are selling and I better get in line or they gonna take me away get right in my head evil men are the gods Americka dreams of that our children will live in darkness and hunger for some russians profit in your pocket just an hour from Reno stopped by the roadside watched the sun set on the edge of the desert and hoped my America would still be here when i awoke this never should have happened never saw it comin never thought America could fall let alone to have a president be the one who fires the first shot I see a rebel on the road words of treason spilling from his bible a used car salesman spinning a tall tale and the fools who cheered him on wipe that stupid grin off his face if I could I see a rebel on the road yelling his treason is patriotic come to take away my America come to take my life for some rich thief's taxes Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted remember what my country was built on honor integrity truth now that's all been sold for pennies on the dollar so some rich slob can feed off what used to be a place that the world envied a place people dreamed of now the patriots are traitors now Amerika burns now Americans die for some russians profit in your pocket

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

"words of treason"

the words of treason he shouted is what put the stock of a rifle to my shoulder take aim now that the patriots are traitors never thought it would ever come to this in my lifetime there's a man on the road with a rebel flag yelling that his treason is patriotic he is gonna take my life for some russian profit in his pocket he is gonna take my America for somebody else's taxes Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted this land be free "this land is your land, this land is my land"* never said nothing bout had to be black or white never said had to be praying to another man's God they have come knocking upon my door tell me my words are not the lies they are selling and I better get in line or they gonna take me away get right in my head evil men are the gods Americka dreams of that our children will live in darkness and hunger for some russians profit in your pocket just an hour from Reno stopped by the roadside watched the sun set on the edge of the desert and hoped my America would still be here when i awoke this never should have happened never saw it comin never thought America could fall let alone to have a president be the one who fires the first shot I see a rebel on the road words of treason spilling from his bible a used car salesman spinning a tall tale and the fools who cheered him on wipe that stupid grin off his face if I could I see a rebel on the road yelling his treason is patriotic come to take away my America come to take my life for some rich thief's taxes Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted remember what my country was built on honor integrity truth now that's all been sold for pennies on the dollar so some rich slob can feed off what used to be a place that the world envied a place people dreamed of now the patriots are traitors now Amerika burns now Americans die for some russians profit in your pocket

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My name is Atul Kaushal. Atul has 4 characters, While Kaushal has 7. This was the reason, The reason to dub me AK47.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC

Atul

Kalashnikov 47

My name is Atul Kaushal. Atul has 4 characters, While Kaushal has 7. This was the reason, The reason to dub me AK47.

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Afraid of the rifle fire, he had Crouched all day in the dirt, A dull fellow at the best of times. Ricocheting bullets bolted to the air Surfing the wind, screaming Abuse like ill-disciplined relatives Arriving for an impromptu visit. One shattered his head-there it was, There were its remnants- Greasy insubstantial grey matter that Contained his soul. An end to drinks in the pub The love of his wife The smiles of his children Holidays in Benidorm with the In-Laws Paella by the swimming pool. One bullet, not even new, put an end to a contented life.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC

stanley-wilkin

AFRAID OF THE RIFLE FIRE

Afraid of the rifle fire, he had Crouched all day in the dirt, A dull fellow at the best of times. Ricocheting bullets bolted to the air Surfing the wind, screaming Abuse like ill-disciplined relatives Arriving for an impromptu visit. One shattered his head-there it was, There were its remnants- Greasy insubstantial grey matter that Contained his soul. An end to drinks in the pub The love of his wife The smiles of his children Holidays in Benidorm with the In-Laws Paella by the swimming pool. One bullet, not even new, put an end to a contented life.

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Everlasting momentum continues, Spiraling out of control. No thought for results, it projects. figure in the distance. Brakes. Tender loving figure, teaching Young to live. - Pause Heightened senses momentarily detect, The Impending danger. Manufactured oculus, The last to witness. Breaks.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC

Desonance

Intersection

Everlasting momentum continues, Spiraling out of control. No thought for results, it projects. figure in the distance. Brakes. Tender loving figure, teaching Young to live. - Pause Heightened senses momentarily detect, The Impending danger. Manufactured oculus, The last to witness. Breaks.

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