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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
23 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:47pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:47pm
Schrödingers Humans
Trapped inside this earthly box
filled with killer toxins
not even God can tell
what state we are in until
the box is opened.
Inside that box
we exist
dead and alive at the same time.
filled with killer toxins
not even God can tell
what state we are in until
the box is opened.
Inside that box
we exist
dead and alive at the same time.
#mystery
51 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped 2nd Feb 2025 11:08pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
Private Dick
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
#murder
#mystery
694 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
52 reads
4 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
72 reads
13 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
Truth
If every day were sunny then every day couldn't be sunny.For days to be thought of as sunny there must have been days when it wasn't sunny.
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
#mystery
47 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
Secrets - Creaking Floorboards
They say that you and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did you. I remember the three of us going and I remember the house well. The faded curtains. The musty smells. The shabby carpets. The elusive dancing shadows behind the loose banisters on the staircase. The torn settee by a pile of dusty newspapers. The purple vase in the corner with a fine wiry pattern etched in the glasswork. The metal guard around the gas fire. Model aeroplanes in the sitting room. Spitfires. Lancaster Bombers.
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
#fear
#friendship
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
50 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:07pm
26th Jan 2025 1:07pm
The Wish
My heart is for you
When I opened up my eyes
I wish you were mine
When I opened up my eyes
I wish you were mine
#dreams
#love
#mystery
#sadness
#senryu
121 reads
16 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
Secrets - The Email
Email to Robert Holmes
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
#deception
#mystery
#separation
53 reads
3 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
Drifting Whispers ...
Drifting yes we all drifting in meaning,
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
#mystery
50 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
42 reads
0 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
Over and Over
the moment is fleeing itself,
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
#boyfriend
#lover
#mystery #SelfReflection
#mystery #SelfReflection
57 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Mystery Poems
