Cop Poems - Poems about Cop

Sofa Chances A veteran who served this land Employed by a sofa shop In Bethesda, Maryland Made an afternoon delivery stop Lovely lady came to the door Wearing provocative dress He put the couch on the floor...

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thick as thieves smiling no such thing as free money copper kills robber...

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We plunder precious planet at a pace. Now seems we’re showing some signs of regret As ill effects now hit us in the face? But still our need for more land must be met, Thus...

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Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring. My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss, But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring. And since I'm driving slowly, a chance meeting I'm going to miss. Had he wings, he would be the Heavenly Angel Michael. But he is an honest cop...

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Shades of Green Spring arrives on queue Verdant colours warm the soul – Wonders of nature Picture Frames Turner et al paint Landscapes of life are then housed – Framed for reflection Trains of Thought Then human advance Nature abused through the ages – How is this progress? Skeleton Staff Sustenance lessens So life withers on the vine – Mankind declining The Ending Far away planet First signs of life have begun – We...

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Wonder where grass grows, Over my cop-father's grave His kids still mourn....

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Caller Waller who was just about holding onto life said that he didn't remember what had happened when questioned by Police.Of course,that is understandable, as the lad had just been shot in the head but police didn't believe him.Despite his obvious pain,Waller managed to identify Carver and his dad as the gunmen.It wasn't until hours later that Waller was rushed to...

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England And Germany Twin sides of the same coin Light and dark the game's the same Two soldiers doing the same job Both would be mortal enemies Yet their stories are the same On a certain type of mission Getting the same result Like it's a scripted storyline The hit man and the cop Telling exactly the same story Each eradicating the rapist Not a tale I...

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Meant enquires consequent On ken Sampson The Eloquent Wishing now to himself acquaint With the conflicts that were frequent, Where his people are domiciled, Currently to odds reconciled, So that he might about them speak And The Still-Kept Hidden leak… In the darkest drain slain body, Not long traced to B Goodie By some folks loved for being civil But...

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Never cop out In order to solve a problem one must think like a “cop” One must go to that single donut hole place in his gut and make a rational decision Cop only to the human heart Cop to the heart, body mind and soul in order to find that through line...

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Some entrants think I am overly officious, even mean That’s all right with me, I know I can be rather picky, So, here are some guidelines when submitting to me If you follow them carefully, you’ll find me less prickly. I am inclined to nix your entry to my poetry contest If you have obviously not proofread your submission, Finding repeated...

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“Not sure of being familiar With Washed-Ashore Emilia, Neither saw The Cadillac Not The Woman in Lilac, Whom they’d decided to waste, Stripping her down to the waist”. Oh! How my two ears did burn And my quiescent belly churn And I stopped seeing Keats Urn When the cops said “It’s my turn To down sit for questioning” And me was positioning, Their routine activity That...

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Fragments of 1972 David J Walker I carry the year 1972 in a leather messengers bag That sags and strains the strap from my shoulder to my hip and I claim to open it only once a year at midnight but that is a malleable lie that has morphed as I have aged Have you ever raged at a...

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MAMA A Gold-Mud day it was I could not wait to sprint-out You were wailing and laughing with Pride As if it was your right and privilege Mama, I do not remember that day vividly; But I reckon you as evergreen as you’ve always been Then I was a little child with the lil problems Clumsy at playing with the toys Biting after anyone opposite...

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So, why didn’t you stop After seeing a red-eyed cop You know could ask you to hurriedly drop And have you childishly begin to hop Or ludicrously bop To still hard blows wire to your face while on top And angrier, like gilled corn, pop! A prelude to making you some grimy floor mop Or in a nearby farm start planting...

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