Another old poem called "The Detective" (personally it reminds me of clue)

His hand fell flat on the table,
A pen still clutched in his fingers.
The cry of the maid lingered, in his long dead ears.
So it was really happening, he was truly gone.
The pen felt cold in his dead white hand,
And a shiver ran through his immobile body.
Who had left that blasted window open?
His study had never been drafty before.
Someone had tracked mud across his prized velvet carpet.

The room began to fill,
With family, and friends alike.
And the cold thought occurred to him,
As he glanced around the room,
His eyes gleaming with hatred.
“One of you, is a murder.”
Unknown "Poetic Pet" Uncertain - 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago

(my attempt at poetry from a couple years ago)

Superheroes Version 2.0

Flashy costumes, and wonderful gadgets made them all the rage,
every boy and girl wanted to be them, whatever the age.
They always got the bad guy, they always protected the good,
even if sometimes during the episode, we never thought they would.

Unknown "Poetic Pet" Uncertain - 16 years, 9 months, 9 days ago

Long capes trailed behind them, as they soared through the sky,
they battled every villain, and left their city wondering "why"?
Why do these amazing heroes protect our little town?
Why do they save our citizens never once sporting a frown?
Unknown "Poetic Pet" Uncertain - 16 years, 9 months, 9 days ago

But those are the heroes of little kids, of fantasy, fun, and fame.
Today we have no heroes with fancy costumes, or flashy names.
Our heroes don't wear masks, they don't fly around the sky,
they don't win all the time, and sometimes they have to say goodbye.
Unknown "Poetic Pet" Uncertain - 16 years, 9 months, 9 days ago

Our heroes can be found everywhere you look,
at home, at school, at work, but not just in the books.
Heroes don't always need costumes, or really special names,
they just need to care, because it's not some silly game.

Unknown "Poetic Pet" Uncertain - 16 years, 9 months, 9 days ago