Short Usual Suspects Poems
Short Usual Suspects Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Usual Suspects by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Usual Suspects by length and keyword.
Detective Cats Frighten Me
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 two
offices are dirty
in a sordid side of town
I run from these dicks...
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Categories:
usual suspects, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Casablanca
You did a beaUTIFUL THING Boss
Tp f### a perfect future all over again all over a woman,
,he met himsef comin back and he said to himself its pointless without love,
round up the usual suspects,
This very same thing happened to me just last year,
THIS COULD BE THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP,
Scream the GODS....
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Categories:
usual suspects, dedicationbeautiful, beautiful,
Form:
I do not know?
Rhymes With Honali
Ere Kyser
was Kaiser
or Söze
the records
a german
germaine
an immigrant
they granted him
a pass
some eight generations past
first, depressing
later, repressing
regressing
turning generational curse to blessing
and now messing
and fiddling
with rhyming and riddling
for an extended verbal stint
roger that
with another Jeff
and all the
usual suspects...
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Categories:
usual suspects, history,
Form:
Free verse
Black Or White
Black or White
They hide behind masks
They deceive the cathedral masses
They have no names
They have no real face
They preach
They poetically sing
They postulate like peacocks in a ring
Yet silently they slither away
The preacher with the loud voice
The Politician like a trumpet
Promises they have on offer
They are the usual suspects
Loud in pronouncements
Silent in moral disguises...
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Categories:
usual suspects, philosophy, political, silence,
Form:
Free verse
Seeing the Light
The same names keep coming up,
all the usual suspects,
but they give the illusion
of being many.
The same faces surface
the bugaboo’s,
the clown-faced devils.
We are taught to listen
without thinking,
to drink in
only their thoughts.
A critical mass is reached,
at last the sheep
are teaching themselves
to be sheepdogs.
Now we are watchful
of the wooly flock.
We will not drink
their watery beers....
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Categories:
usual suspects, poetry,
Form:
Free verse