Interrogated Poems | Examples

Premium Member The Interview

You thought the application was the hardest part
Without actions you have to share your heart
While your talking you're wishing to read their mind
Are their thoughts of you nice, pleasant or unkind
Why do we have to be interrogated just for a job
By looking at me you can't tell if I'm a lazy slob
Yes I'm nervous and shaking trying to impress you
My words and experience is all what's going to make do
Don't judge my past actions and mistakes
Please i was young then, give me a break
Your chance is in their hands no matter what you say or do
I think we all have felt this way when going on an interview.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When Mark Reached Heaven

When Mark reached heaven
He expected to be interrogated.
He was used to this.
No one asked him anything.

He thought he would be judged.
This was his go-to-position.
No one judged him.

He thought death meant dead.
Not realizing he had a soul.
Mark had gotten it all wrong.


Premium Member would it still be poetry

What is poetry…well
Y’know, like when
A thought is captured by an idea
Held hostage
By a pencil
Interrogated
By itself
Answering wordlessly
If I knew
……………would it still be poetry

Premium Member I Forgive

I forgive
I forgive your arrogance
Matched by your ignorance
Interrogated by malevolence
I took you condescension
Your hidden intentions
Your lying invention
Politeness deterred prevention
I’m glad there was no extension


David Cox 31/03/24
Form: Rhyme

THE HEARTLESS PLOT

Interrogated, tortured
And killed (dissolved in acid)
Just the way
The  Government had willed and ordered.
An oppositional voice
Finally stilled.
On the home soil
His blood was spilled.
Exposing the cruelty of our government
And their sick agents
Who hatched such a heartless plot.


Premium Member Interrogated by Batmans Grandma

If you think Batman is tough, you should meet his Gran.
She is nail-tough, agreed Leroy, Tony, Jack and Stan.
You can’t get anything past her, she has an evil eye.
This was added to the conversation by another guy.

Gran gave us her disapproving condesending eye that afternoon at two.
We hoped it was all we would be getting, that she was through.
She took out the spotlight and interrogated us all too.
Throwing our answers back at us as if they were overdue.

Is she a detective or what? Someone asked Batman.
Not sure, he said, but give her answers the best you can.
She will not take no for an answer, you cannot snow her either.
Here is an extra inhaler in case you need an extra breather.
Form: Rhyme

Courtroom

The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes
Set upon me like a lock on prey
Persecution for the crime of being small
Groundless accusation I have yet to discern
Though it seems the world has already done so
I am by fault a timid being
Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition
I am neither here nor there
Neither bright nor shadow
I stand with shaking knees
Sit with shaking hands
Interrogated for moments or hours
I’ve been forced to shrink
Forced to fold into myself,
But I am the one standing before a judge
The verdict readies itself to change a life
I receive my sentence with salted, glass eyes
Doomed to life without a chance

-s.grace

Objects of Affection

“Objects of Affection” 

Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky 
we love to look 
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels

all’s fair in 
love and war
when faith 
and belief 
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied

trust 
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball 
is dropped,
compartmentalised

life interrupted
for the unheard 
taken down 
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied

what is love
to the alienated 
gone AWOL alien
true fabric 
orchestrated 
by the external 
as something other, 

superficial, 
the internal, inconvenient, 
briefly recognised
worthless feelings 
buried deep, the complex 
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;

by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct

love
unknown 

life
unrecognised

of unknown origin
unidentified

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Form: Narrative

Interrogation

I am being interrogated about the void. 

But the void is not complete without me. 

Each day, being permeated again.

With a whisper that drags me. 

With the strong grip of a lonely shadow. 

I am not complete without the void.

Tactical and Radical Sabbatical

One picture appears to be ovaries.

said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas

on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being  radical

investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated

seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated

had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated

while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Hidden Horizons

Whether blessings or cursed,
    There's an innate need to know of our
        Existence through time and space.
Where cause and effect are
    Constantly interrogated, to extract
        Answers that confound and embrace.

Our explorations have not been
    Empty, yielding clues to the puzzles
        That we find.
As we seek the smallest components,
    That are the building blocks of all 
        Creation in our mind.

We have uncovered some directions
    In dimension, as spatial and temporal
        Frames are construed.
While we briefly gaze at the quantum
    Fields, looking to harvest that crop
        That has accrued.

This journey may travel to the infinite,
    Leaving us in the dark with matters
        That remain void.
Yet if our progress can propel us 
    Forward, we may envision and 
        Comprehend what's been deployed.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Mr Ratman

Hello,
my name is Mr. Ratman
I've been injected twice 
with an experimental vaccine
get nasal swabbed three times a week
i wear a rag on my face consistently
i get temperature screened
get symptom interrogated daily 
i keep 6 feet away from society
i wash my hands until they're 
the color of ripened cherries
Now they're talking booster shots
nothing will ever be good enough...
after all viruses by nature never 
never walk away from a rave.

Is it really all about global health and well being  
or is it about population control and profit 
the N.I.H handed the Wuhan lab millions of greenbacks
father Gates was heavy into eugenics-planned parenthood 
A rotten apple never falls far from the tree...of death

I just thank our silent God that its not a rectal swab.

Devil:Marlboro Black

Devil:Marlboro Black
It started with a knock at the door
And a polite request to go with them
If there was any resistance it was dealt with
By taser or silenced pistol
Those taken are cuffed and led to a van
Thrown into the back then roughed up
They won’t see their loved ones again
First they’re processed
Then interrogated
Beaten some more
Locked in a cell
Totally fecking naked
Fed bread and water
Filmed for propaganda
Then cleansed
Existing no more…






Juniper’s Daughter: Fookin' Weech

Nick Armbrister

Impunity

In darkest of caverns it exists
down deep past the fertile loam
it comes
it comes
eruptions of fire
burning/yearning
bosoms blossoming
blood rush of red
banging a booming chest

it carries
more than consequence
caring where feel conquers lust
swinging from vines and chandelier
an infernal beast
howling underneath her moons
caught up amongst the goddamn tease

oh how does one please
distanced but intrigued
interrogated
sentenced to life/death of need
of greed

words whipped out
inching ever closer
with utter ease
dopamine dripping amid minds

electric slides
moments of wanton bliss
the lion, his pride
enticing inspiration
devoured
ripped out from the vespers
seducing all we beg, we find

Premium Member The Beheading of John the Baptist

The Beheading of John the Baptist

Inside a dungeon, a man is shackled;
Where instruments are employed to inflict
Pain on him while being interrogated;
To confess to crimes, he did not commit.
Above, a damsel dances for Herod,
A gift of pleasure set by her mother.
In a stupor, he rewards Salome
With John the Baptist’s head on a charger.
Herodias’s revenge from a tyrant’s boast
Of lust for a child lives in infamy;
As John’s disciples mourn his headless corpse.
The living will demand answers from Christ.
And forgiveness for their faults without works,
And want acceptance into paradise.
                            ***

References:
Matthew 14:1-12
Mark 6:14-29
Luke 9:7-9
Form: Sonnet

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