Best Interrogations Poems

I am the vampire, is this thing on?
As I said I'm merely a pawn.
NOW you're recording? I am the vam--oh bother it all!
Must we do...

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Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my...

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A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking;...

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To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains,...

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I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do

Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews...

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Zena hailed from the Zeta Reticula star system and she
was bored with the military’s handling of her.  Day after day of
interrogations and discussions for...

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" EVERY MAN DIES - NOT EVERY MAN REALLY LIVES. "
              ...

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Psssst ¡

Did you know that the sublime petaled kisses
Of each could spin your heart to an aching mountain
Where worshiped on the pedestal of Earth
Such breath...

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Nuthin’…..

I do it all the time…
been doin’ it all my life
y’know….nuthin’

Started early – as a kid
during Mom’s interrogations

“Where were you?”
“OUT.”

“Who were you with?”
“NO ONE.”

“Where did...

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dancing to the rhythm of my world
it helps me to ignore you and the force of the grip that pulls you
the rhythms heard are the...

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A repetitive stamp on a passport
can expedite our joyous first meeting.
Love spurs a nervous heart
towards a new, unknown life.

Papers collected and shuffled,
we pray for official...

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I addressed the young stranger sitting alone on a park bench:
"Hi, I'm Jason Bills." His handshake was firm, his smile uncertain
but warm.

"Hello, Jason. I--I don't...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong...

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I will not let you go

My love do you think I will afford to let you go away?
Just like that! 
Without questions and interrogations
without knowing...

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Tonight's episode...  
When rumor meets reality, 
what truth shall shake loose 
as your body surrenders
 to temptation rising? 
Resolved to perform
 interrogations and coercions
...

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