Joanne Kearsey

Rookie - 0 Points (11 of November 1989 / Brighton, England)

Suspect - Poem by Joanne Kearsey

Facing the world with a heart as hard as stone,
No emotions linger in this canvas that bears no soul,
Stating the obvious to be hated by all,
As this psychopathic daze buries me in a deeper hole.

Plodding along this path that never seems to end,
Rebuilding the life I started so long ago,
Time goes so fast when I want it to go slower,
But speeding up until the last person we'll never know.

My head rules the portion of my heart that is still alive,
leading me to a place that is filled with so much hate,
Consuming the evil that plagues my mind,
But in the process it has ended all chance of my fate.

Everyone is a hostage of their own guilt,
As everyone is a suspect of telling these lies,
The sum of all fears begins with you as always,
And it remains as boundless as the skies.

Running around in circles to find your sense of direction,
Falling in front of an open door,
Ransoms held as you become predator instead of prey,
And you will the one left dead on the floor.

My childhood wasted on a pathetic being like you,
Rolling back into my forbidden corner,
You are now the last of the killer suspects,
And I am the one who knows no loner.


Comments about Suspect by Joanne Kearsey

  • Gajanan Mishra (10/11/2017 8:59:00 PM)


    I am the one who knows no loner, good one (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/11/2017 10:26:00 AM)


    We are running into our own annihilation. Dishonesty and lies have already set hard in the minds. Liked the way you have brought to the notice to the people this bitter truth.
    'Everyone is a hostage of their own guilt,
    As everyone is a suspect of telling these lies,
    The sum of all fears begins with you as always,
    And it remains as boundless as the skies.' is very nice. Congrats.
    (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (10/11/2017 4:43:00 AM)


    Congrats. It's poem of thoughts. The whole world is going on the wrong way. The age of survival of the fittest was even better than this age. Perhaps we were better humans when we lived in the caves. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (10/11/2017 2:24:00 AM)


    a sad emotionally charged poem of what can happen when things go wrong in one's life? superbly written JK (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/11/2017 12:38:00 AM)


    Congratulations! This is nice to see your poem here as the poem of the day. This is very wisely penned thought provoking poem. Everyone is a hostage of their own guilt, . As everyone is a suspect of telling these lies, everyone feels guilty from inside. Everyone fears from inside due to faults. Personality should be decorated well with values, ethics, truth and trust. Excellent poem is presented...10 (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/11/2017 12:28:00 AM)


    Such a great write, Joanne.... congrats for being chosen once again.... a perfect 10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/11/2017 12:15:00 AM)


    Congratulations on poem of the day. A worthy poem for this category.

    Robert Murray Smith
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  • Seamus O' Brian (10/11/2016 12:13:00 PM)


    You can tell the poet in the room. The one with bruises, writing. Turning pain into beauty. Turning darkness in to ripples of emotion that bump gently into other hearts, making us all feel less lonely. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/11/2016 4:23:00 AM)

    A hostage! !
    Facing the world. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (10/11/2016 4:18:00 AM)

    Suspect by Joanne Kearsey
    Of all good feature of this wonderful poem, I value most your marvelous paraphrastic applications. Congrats for being the PoD. Thank you for sharing. X (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/11/2016 3:07:00 AM)


    A well crafted poem full of emotion. Liked every stanza of it. flow and rhyming are so nice. Thanks for sharing and congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/11/2016 12:45:00 AM)


    Joanne,

    A poem of great worth and insight.

    The mind full to the brim with electric neurons is prone to misfiring. We all, to some degree are vulnerable.

    My mind poems are useful, I believe to explore our minds.

    Robert
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  • Kim Barney (10/11/2016 12:26:00 AM)


    Do you ever log in to this site anymore?
    You have not submitted anything new in more than six years.
    Here's hoping you are well and happy.
    (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (10/11/2016 12:23:00 AM)


    Congrats on having this chosen as poem of the day.
    My favorite part:
    Everyone is a hostage of their own guilt,
    As everyone is a suspect of telling these lies,
    The sum of all fears begins with you as always,
    And it remains as boundless as the skies.

    Well done!
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  • (10/16/2006 3:17:00 AM)


    Joanne..my god gurl how you have grown...in such a fabulastastic way..can i steal your soul?

    all peace is all good!

    glen
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  • (9/6/2006 7:58:00 AM)


    I love the words 'as you become predator instead of prey' - magic. Thanks for this, I really enjoy the style and flow you have - steve (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 2, 2010


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