Forensics Poems - Poems about Forensics

... "The Emperor’s New Clothes" We write about beliefs our prayer flags flying like chrysallis books on a branch of those higher deities we trust, submerged, we are always......Read the rest...

...Sheila loved reading about forensics and dinosaurs that once flew She adored non-fiction, biographies, mysteries, UFO stories too What kind of a mother will she be? Asked her cousin Strange Lou. T......Read the rest...

...horrible feelings acts of violence despicable ways reigning criminals spreading their terror huge lack of trust violations family’s horror makes great tv forensics murderers detectives......Read the rest...

...The call came in just after 2:00pm, Anton was doing office paperwork, a big part of any detective’s job, lucky he had never been bad with words. The word was that a body had been found by some......Read the rest...

...The afternoon sun now clears the trees and comes through the window to where you are with your book, deciphering the clues to reveal who committed the crime. Imbedded in the surrounds are th......Read the rest...

...Cap’n Jordan was a scallywag from his nose to his toes. He was determined to follow the gold through rumors galore. Trusty companion tried to follow him, his name was Mose. But Cap’n Jordan came j......Read the rest...

...With her by my side, I picture us as an 11, She is a 10, I - her plus 1, a match made in heaven. I thought of our relationship as unparalleled, because when I was with her, it was true love I felt......Read the rest...

...Are contemporary poets wallowing in meaningless rubbish? Can they be called poets whose works are incomprehensible? Without regard for meter, rhyme, or rhythm, I think, gibberish, They......Read the rest...

...Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches After an amigo accosted after an argument And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing, Because blackening bruises betrayed blather Berniccio b......Read the rest...

...Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other. This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother. I think he’s just a great horned owl, a good guy, I said. However, I did not know all ......Read the rest...

...Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhu......Read the rest...

...The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent Into the pleasure dome, they inject ......Read the rest...

...(This poem does not conform to some countries only to those that do) It seems we have become a civilized lot With bewildering laws to protect everyone, Although having taken away common sense T......Read the rest...

...time is not a spell - porous plague: bounty bewitchment squinching crest, la-de-da odds fostering surge, drooling dirge heaving lanky lurch time ain't perforated portion ascribed by nocturnal ......Read the rest...

...scraping by picking my youth out from under my nails the trace remains of an assailant or two on the page make sense of symmetry when arranged just so ***......Read the rest...