Bullets Read Count : 23

Category : Poems

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Words are weapons, I learned growing up.

Careless or hostile, they deeply cut.

They zip through the space,

Between mouth and ear.

Inflicting pain

Sparking fear.

Obscenities rattled off in rapid succession, 

Mankind seems to have lost all compassion. 

Offensive, degraded and demoralized, 

Cut each other down before our very eyes.

No one seems to notice these weapons that we hold,

Used more often in anger, so heartless, so cold.

Words are fired like bullets from a gun,

And here I stand, catching every one.



  • Nov 03, 2019

  • you only highlighted the negative use of words.

    Nov 03, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    There are beautiful words as well some in your own excellent poetry🦋 Sometimes we express our feelings in generalities 🦋That’s understandable But some of your pieces reflected those beautiful words 🦋l hope you’re able to use them again with conviction 🦋🦋🦋

    Nov 03, 2019

  • Jon Simpson

    Jon Simpson

    Perhaps I should have put in an authors note. This piece is meant to bring attention to the harmful nature of words. I do appreciate the critique. And I hope to write something soon anout how words can be tools to build up each other. Cheers!

    Nov 03, 2019

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