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Suspicions Poems - Poems about Suspicions


Premium Member Captains Suspicions
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said. We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads. He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us. I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss! Peter the Pelican is actually trying...

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Categories: suspicions, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Worst Suspicions Confirmed
Damning report points finger red-faced rogues flee now the witch-hunt begins! NB This is a dark wry tale with hints of humour and irony about reports in general. Perhaps a story about fraud or financial oversight. Date created and submitted : January 13 th 2021 Contest : Senyru - Humorous Satirical or Dark Poetry...

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Categories: suspicions, angst, art, dark, deep,
Form: Senryu



Premium Member Your Suspicions Will Never Grow
What you gonna do now you know? What are you going to do? I've seen all the ages of your kind I've seen all that your humanity can do! Now you think you know what I am How can you hurt me? When you know that I'm not alive and not dead How can you stand in front or challenge me when...

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Categories: suspicions, identity, time,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Suspicions
Given no cause for our thoughts otherwise, our trust in loved ones should be complete. But sometimes habit forced changes arise. Which force us to actions rather discreet. Driving my wife’s car I parked on the street, returning to find a long stemmed red rose, placed lovingly, gently on the front seat next to a rolled note tied with scarlet bows. ...

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Categories: suspicions, husbandlove,
Form: Sonnet
Suspicions
Locked away, hurt inside My heart aches again With distrust I suspect Would she do as I think? Could she pain me as I've been before? Knowing consequences, it'll wash away With alcohol f any sort and color These thoughts come to mind As the music plays, my rage grows This may be the time I've awaited Time for hits and shots Wipe away my suspicions...

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Categories: suspicions, teen, me,
Form: I do not know?




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