Detective Poems - Poems about Detective

in the 1940 detective movies leading men were called gumshoes women were referred to as molls, dames, chicks or dolls. it was acceptable for the men to swat a woman’s bottom. She giggled and acted like she enjoyed it. it...Read the rest...

just solved another murder and put a gold star on my chart it sits next to my wet-dog-smell-recliner this is where Beau and I watch crime shows Solving murders one at a time gloating when we are right ignoring my near...Read the rest...

these unconventional cats who are dicks forties detectives to you out of comic strips make others nervous anyway me go by their last names, like Marlo or Spade interrogate usual suspects under spotlights look to save a damsel or...Read the rest...

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing. How happy she felt now that it was spring. She smelled the bouquet of fragrant roses She would marry him; offer her posies. Up she climbed the stairs to their...Read the rest...

Lieutenant Columbo The crumpled detective in the know He was pulling the strings When he popped back to ask one more thing Jessica Fletcher Would always get ya No panda car required to catch the murdering type She nab them just on...Read the rest...

Whodunnit Poirot Must Know Lolly pop man Kojak Flash back Noticeable Ears Sherlock Not Spock Sponsored by: Brian Strand "Your Preference Poetry Contest" 6th February 23 Awarded 10th place in contest...Read the rest...

In the land of produce there lives a carrot detective, I swear When rabbits come during the night to steal carrots, she is there. She watches but says nothing until the police stop the next day. For a...Read the rest...

shriek pierces the night where are the damned batteries ~ just let the place burn ...Read the rest...

“Give me the phone Effie. I have to make a call.” She handed it over to me and walked into the hall. The inspector had no clues. He asked for my two cents, asked me to give him my views. I...Read the rest...

I was a self-admitted misanthrope unwilling to lose or drop a case. I often threw a rope-a-dope just to win; I never lose face. I worked the dark streets for dark, and even darker, clients while the cops walked their...Read the rest...

He was alone and lonely. Sadness swept his eyes before he jabbed at me with his cynical sarcasm. He slowly lit his Camel. It was a simple act of murder and he was a scholar of sorts – a player...Read the rest...

Here he comes That little man Nattily dressed Spick and span His funny accent A dead giveaway He won't get me No, not today! He's clever though But not more than I He does not know How much I lie I've tricked him well...Read the rest...

Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,  ...Read the rest...

I've never cried as much as I did last night The crime scene was not a pretty sight Seeing her lying there unmoving with her blue eyes open wide I didn't want to investigate the murder of this...Read the rest...

“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...Read the rest...