Best Detective Poems

The Serial Detective

I turned the last page,
It is time to say “goodbye.”
We embraced most of many days,
My tears are salty, though your eyes are dry.

I’ll miss your tummy, the touch of your hand,
Your flabby cheek, the moon, the band.
The way you made notes in your...

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Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,                              
we are all biting our nails.    ...

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She thought it was the perfect crime,
But, I knew, I could make her sing;
Somehow, she hadn’t noticed
that she dropped a gold earring.

The suicide note that she faked
included the letter “p”,
but the typewriter that sat upon his desk
had the hammer missing for that key.

The ashtray full...

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My Little Detective

 
I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair
 
Far away to the place I stayed
He sometimes banished due to slow internet bandwidth
Turned me into...

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(continued) "What’s a Shogun? Funny you should ask”, Tom grinned… “because that’s the 
exact same question we all asked each other when this came over on the teletype. Word is 
from the boys in the twenty third that a Shogun is some kind of a...

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The clues are there.
The notes.
The writing.
The phone numbers.
The calendar.
Especially the calendar
holding all the secrets
of what was done and will be done.

He is bent over the cubby-holed desk,
slippers, flannel bathrobe,
searching through the familiar
and seeing only the hidden, 
the missing,
the opaque.

The crime?
Something stolen, precious 
and worse,
it is...

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Always the first detective to leave his home,
gets quite a bit of cases on his cell phone,
wants to get the cases solved,
gum shoes needing a bad polish,
always using on the crime scene his fine toothed comb....

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The man with the scarf
made his way into our heart.
The soldier with the gun 
was his friend (only one)
The girl in the lab
served him bodies on a slab
The woman with the phone
made him feel not so alone.
His brother (the government)
stood at a cafe he did...

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Lieutenant Adjective snoops
about the crime scene seeking
forensic evidence to catch
the prime suspect
with a warm clue to match
the DNA in a way that puts
the suspect there
at the time of the murder.
The sleuth modifies
his perspective by staring
at the spot on the wall 
upside down sideways,
up close and...

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I am an armchair detective
An armchair forensic anthropologist
An armchair criminal investigator
I solve every case; and quickly. 

I am an armchair forensic pathologist.
An arm chair blood spatter analytic technician.
I solve murder after murder
On a daily basis....

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1566, Eastward Street
Hampton City
11:00 p.m.
September 22, 2016


Detective Sparkly is hired to investigate crime cases
Tall, tanned skin, brown eyes and black hair
Thirty years old and single. He had not been very
Lucky with the ladies. His detective works take
Many hours to investigate and resolve the cases

He was...

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Riverside Highway
Hampton City
September, 25, 2016
8:00 a.m.

Detective Sparkly drove to the intersection of Riverside Highway to visit Christie's mansion. Jaron's son, Gerald, was talking with his sister Christie. Detective Sparkly will interview both of how was their relationship with Jaron. Detective Sparkly arrived at the mansion...

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5729 Evergreen Street
Hampton City
September 24, 2016
9:00 a.m.

Detective Sparkly arrived to the crime scene where Jaron was found dead. It was an abandoned parking lot. He looked to the nearby surroundings. There was not any house near. Only was a bakery store.  He decided to...

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The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 2ND...

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In my child’s mind a gumshoe sleuth detective 
that would be me.
Nancy Drew or Ms. Marple, invented by Agatha Christie.
Trixie Belden and Honey too, 
there were so many choices you see.
I spent many an hour reading these books,
training for the detective in me.

How many job...

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