Mystery Poems
#mystery
Mystery poems, strange tales and mysterious poems about things which are impossible to explain. Mystery poems includes poetry with elements of suspense, enigma, paradox and unusual goings on.
A Little Mystery
A sandwich half,
rectangular,
balanced on its crust-less side,
outside a workmen’s breakfast bar,
as if awaiting transport from
the wet concrete
of this grey business street.
Was it placed like that,
a doll-maker’s hands
arranging his new
and gay-painted Victorian
upon a matchstick chaise?
Or did it land that way,
a mere anomaly of chance?
rectangular,
balanced on its crust-less side,
outside a workmen’s breakfast bar,
as if awaiting transport from
the wet concrete
of this grey business street.
Was it placed like that,
a doll-maker’s hands
arranging his new
and gay-painted Victorian
upon a matchstick chaise?
Or did it land that way,
a mere anomaly of chance?
#mystery
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Who am I?
Who am I?
Am I even me?
Who is the I that asks the question?
Where am I?
Am I even here?
Who is the I who perceives this space?
What am I?
Am I even alive?
Who is the I who creates this reality?
When am I?
Do I even exist?
Who is the I that perceives time?
How am I?
Can this world be true?
Who defines knowledge and who are you?
Am I even me?
Who is the I that asks the question?
Where am I?
Am I even here?
Who is the I who perceives this space?
What am I?
Am I even alive?
Who is the I who creates this reality?
When am I?
Do I even exist?
Who is the I that perceives time?
How am I?
Can this world be true?
Who defines knowledge and who are you?
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#magic
#philosophical
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They're Not The Only Ones Still Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop
Uncle
George had just
died and
left his house to Mark
and his family
on the condition
that they
stay there for
one year.
George had just
died and
left his house to Mark
and his family
on the condition
that they
stay there for
one year.
#family
#home
#fiction
#mystery
#tragedy
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Silent - A Secret Revealed
Two Years Ago, Lucy
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
The coast was busy, the tide out. She sat on a bench further down, away from the locals, and waited for him.
They'd talked yesterday afternoon, although she'd been wary of him at first. It had happened just after Arthur had discovered her and Gavin at the House. She'd waited for Arthur by the bungalow and Arthur had dropped her off in town in the car, maintaining still that the boy Pete Whittaker wasn't Dad's son but Terence's. On the way back to the Bed and Breakfast, she'd passed Jace on the street and he'd stopped her to talk about Monday...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Silent - Searching In Despair
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
Missing you xxx Philippa had texted.
The compulsory morning session over, I caught another taxi back to the House. Philippa wasn't in her room.
Where are you? I texted.
I searched through the grounds, my eyes playing tricks on me from the heat and lack of sleep. I hurried past the water fountains, through the landscaped gardens, the weather getting muggier.
Down the grassy mound and round the back to the Remembrance Garden, sweat pouring from my forehead and face, onto my t-shirt. Along the driveway in the clammy...
#love
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Eru The Ilúvatar
Father Sabaoth loved from the Sky,
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#JRRTolkien
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Now I Know They Mistook Me For Someone Else
Jessica
opened her eyes and saw
that she had somehow been placed inside
a bedroom that belonged to someone else before
the door opened and a woman said
"Good morning, Robin... and
welcome home."
opened her eyes and saw
that she had somehow been placed inside
a bedroom that belonged to someone else before
the door opened and a woman said
"Good morning, Robin... and
welcome home."
#women
#conflict
#fiction
#confusion
#mystery
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Silent - A Stern Warning
Two Years Ago, Gavin
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
I woke up on the floor again, momentarily confused. Yawning, Philippa headed to the showers. She returned, and I went for a shower next. Later, we walked down to the breakfast cafeteria, conscious of the icy silence that fell the moment we entered the room. Dawn left as soon as she could without drawing attention to herself, and one of the other pianists followed and caught up with her, throwing me a filthy look at the door.
Another girl had taken Lucy's place behind the hatch. Blonde. Similar to Lucy but different. Philippa and I grabbed...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Garden of Stars
In the twilight of memories,
where the real and the imaginary intertwine,
there is a secret garden, hidden among the stars,
a refuge of dreams and hopes.
On the banks of the river of eternity
flowers made of light and longing grow.
Its petals sparkle like constellations,
and its roots go back in time.
Every flower holds a story,
a love that transcends mortality.
The winds whisper ancient secrets
and the stars weave threads of destiny.
In the center of the garden there is a mirror
reflecting the longings of...
where the real and the imaginary intertwine,
there is a secret garden, hidden among the stars,
a refuge of dreams and hopes.
On the banks of the river of eternity
flowers made of light and longing grow.
Its petals sparkle like constellations,
and its roots go back in time.
Every flower holds a story,
a love that transcends mortality.
The winds whisper ancient secrets
and the stars weave threads of destiny.
In the center of the garden there is a mirror
reflecting the longings of...
#love
#flowers
#universe
#stars
#mystery
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Silent - Danger
The Present, Lucy
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Don't Know How Long She's Been In The Frozen Food Section
A scientific expedition finds
a naked female humanoid
inside the iceberg they
were examining.
a naked female humanoid
inside the iceberg they
were examining.
#snow
#fiction
#dialogue
#mystery
#scifi
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The Poet and The River
From John Clare where the river speaks
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms
I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude
I hear your lament from the first ever love
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows
I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains ...
#gothic
#Fanfiction
#confessional
#mystery
#Romanticism
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