Taking My Shot Poem, by FallingAwake2, at My poetic side

I’m locked and loaded, here waiting for my shot,

Got more patience and persistence than I thought,

I’ll wait on the stand, but hoping you don’t postpone,

I’m craving the experience of your flesh and bone.

Won’t you come closer, don’t make me aim high,

Physically waiting to see the light behind your eye.

Sweating expected bullets, so I brought a full clip,

Taking time with you- I can’t shoot from the hip.

Scoping you out- my sight down the barrel aligns,

With a firm grip, lining myself up with the signs.

And to be honest, my safety has never been used,

I’ll still show up vulnerable, despite that past abuse.

I’m both ready and able, so please don’t be gun shy

It’s not like I’m leaving here until I hit your bullseye

Understand it’s not for the kill, but to make you fall.

I’m giving this my best shot- just please don’t stall.

Comments +

tallisman August 9th, 2022 03:30
Interpretive poetry, like the play here, great stuff!
Raven333 August 9th, 2022 16:45
Love this poem and the rhyme was on point it made it flow beautifully. I think everybody should be locked and loaded in this time and age..
Doggerel Dave February 17th, 2023 19:03
The only redeeming feature of this piece (apart from the fact that it is well constructed) is the rose stuck out of the barrel of the gun.
Noted you live in the United States, so I guess the gun imagery is par for the course with you Guys there.....🙂
- FallingAwake2April 8th, 2023 23:54
  hey don't comment if you're going to be rude thank you

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