Holmes Poems - Poems about Holmes

As a boy Charles fished on the Thames riverside He had a songbird, a dog, but life took a slide His father got him a dead-end job in a Scottish town It became a vortex bringing him down. He...Read the rest...

The charming Lady Adler Irene; Was strangely nowhere to be seen; As revealed by this clear blanked out scene; Where those who knew her said she'd been, Where oft she did appear. That splendid genius Sherlock...Read the rest...

distant wolves sniff at the winds, sense what you do not. your death hums in the air! pings run through your heart to raise a berm of hair! Baskerville hounds now shift from lope to lunge. their thirst for blood has...Read the rest...

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated, how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.” “I was working silently solving intricate murder cases, until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces, narrated...Read the rest...

“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory, What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?” “The hook of a swell detective story - Quite elementary, my modern friend." “Your methods by deduction, I must tell, Earned...Read the rest...

Its lemon entry Watson...Read the rest...

John Holmes is dead, but I have heard it said, He used to walk the nude beach getting tanned, He'd shoot the crowd a moon, Then amble 'cross each dune, Behind him leaving three tracks in the sand. Poor John...Read the rest...

Sherlock and Watson looked at the woman with blank expressions What they had were some totally unique impressions Watson was looking at her, thinking what a poor little thing Sherlock was wishing the 221 Baker Street bell still...Read the rest...

A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady… Part the first Sherlock could not deduce his source of pain at first. “Try as I...Read the rest...

Sonnet Doubles, A Poet's Deeper Thoughts I Will Not Fiddle To New Hollow Tunes I will not play fiddle to hollow tune nor beg day, be lit by pale light of moon life to have worth, must not...Read the rest...

I wept today, longing surfaced beneath my breath deepened movement surreptitiously crept forward until it could no more be ignored or feign sleep suppressed light seeking harmony dared to tread my existence worries me at times for I no...Read the rest...

If Sherlock was sleuthing today, the baddies would groan in dismay, to prison they'd go, remorseful, they'd know that (fictional) crime doesn't pay... for Joseph's Sherlock Holmes limerick contest, written 29th January...Read the rest...

the great detective sherlock holmes he will never leave you alone if you do the crime you will do the time as through the evidence he combs Limerick 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May 1/28/19...Read the rest...

sherlock holmes thinking was not sheer luck on his part it was a program written to deduce to rule out all possibles then what's left is truth what if nothings left an algorithm won't help enter the author's imagination and holmes ignorance is named moriarity stan...Read the rest...

The core beginnings of a noble dream, of what would seem, foundations laid With skills attained, such talent emerged, yet still submerged in discovery Become what be, to demonstrate, independence taking shape Cross-country weather, so partake and so...Read the rest...