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.
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#happiness
#motivational
#uplifting #mystery
#uplifting #mystery
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Thundering Eyes
the sun shines through the rain,
pearly drops ain’t leaving no stain,
the darkness in my heart needs to train,
going with the flow in life with no fucking strain!
my mind wonders away,
a wonderlust going astray,
losing my mind, losing my sight,
gonna keep doing whatever is right!
let there be light!
it’s a beholding sight!
shining thru the night!
it’s the wishful blinding light!
a touch, it simply brings delight,
whatever that I long for tonight,
the sight, it’s goddamned right,
shining through the...
pearly drops ain’t leaving no stain,
the darkness in my heart needs to train,
going with the flow in life with no fucking strain!
my mind wonders away,
a wonderlust going astray,
losing my mind, losing my sight,
gonna keep doing whatever is right!
let there be light!
it’s a beholding sight!
shining thru the night!
it’s the wishful blinding light!
a touch, it simply brings delight,
whatever that I long for tonight,
the sight, it’s goddamned right,
shining through the...
#identity
#beauty
#gothic #mystery
#gothic #mystery
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Haiku Exclusive(Mountain)
Beautiful peaks of
Snow white mirror reflection
All alone she stand
Snow white mirror reflection
All alone she stand
#beauty
#spiritual
#mystery
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The Sweet Scent of Seasoned Alder
It begins with warmth, a need for warmth
It ends with ash, pale grey ash
It ends with ash, pale grey ash
#fire
#mystery
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Canvas Dreams Of Tomorrow
Face to barrel of her 9mm pistol
He started to ramble rolling rhetoric
The heart chanting mantras of...
"May we not aim to change the men
Let us kill, to save the men
Charges are hereby dropped
you are assigned to full duty immediately
- the task is this...
Leave the streets with one less dead-body
we do or we die, and that's the life!
-Thank you for taking the time on me."
The essence of...
He started to ramble rolling rhetoric
The heart chanting mantras of...
"May we not aim to change the men
Let us kill, to save the men
Charges are hereby dropped
you are assigned to full duty immediately
- the task is this...
Leave the streets with one less dead-body
we do or we die, and that's the life!
-Thank you for taking the time on me."
The essence of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#mystery
#metaphor
#SelfWorth
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Seek ye the road less traveled.
Life is a spiral
through mathematical equations
harmonizing through subtle persuasions
or choices.
Some call them voices.
A resonating feeling of frequency
balanced by sacred geometry
guiding shimmering auras into
invisible connections.
A cosmic sense of introspection.
This spiritual collection of collisions
at the atomic level where free will
cuts incredibly deep incisions in space
by made decisions.
Fear not and welcome the visions.
While some decline others rise
if so...
through mathematical equations
harmonizing through subtle persuasions
or choices.
Some call them voices.
A resonating feeling of frequency
balanced by sacred geometry
guiding shimmering auras into
invisible connections.
A cosmic sense of introspection.
This spiritual collection of collisions
at the atomic level where free will
cuts incredibly deep incisions in space
by made decisions.
Fear not and welcome the visions.
While some decline others rise
if so...
#identity
#learning
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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Watch for broken glass, the glimmer is me.
Facing mirrors from every direction
Macabre reflections
of a me that I’m running from.
I was here before the sun.
No more.
The chaos is my kingdom,
I’m more than just a mortal being
Seeing is believing.
So now my eyes are opened wide.
I dare you to peek inside.
The shadows cast beneath my wings
bring darkness across galaxies.
Every color of my spectrum
contains a curse.
To forget the beast inside the man,
there’s nothing worse.
This life is not a rhyme,
and words do not encompass me. ...
Macabre reflections
of a me that I’m running from.
I was here before the sun.
No more.
The chaos is my kingdom,
I’m more than just a mortal being
Seeing is believing.
So now my eyes are opened wide.
I dare you to peek inside.
The shadows cast beneath my wings
bring darkness across galaxies.
Every color of my spectrum
contains a curse.
To forget the beast inside the man,
there’s nothing worse.
This life is not a rhyme,
and words do not encompass me. ...
#courage
#LifeCycle
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
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SHE FLOWS
The secret
She keeps
The beautiful mess
She makes
The downhill force
She wields
Enough to fill
An ocean of ink
She keeps
The beautiful mess
She makes
The downhill force
She wields
Enough to fill
An ocean of ink
#water
#lover
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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LOONATIC (Lunatic)
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Might be crazy, but something’s not right.
Decode the signal, it contacts my heart.
(Oh) x9
A light goes off,
Tick-tock boom, earthquake!
Wicked smiles of a vamp turned rebel,
Checkin’ the teeth, so ready for the bite.
(Oh) x9
Fly me to the moon now~
{pre-ch}
A prophecy,
Bounds our fate for us, nocturnally,
But, I’m so curious, you see?
Maybe they were wrong, and we are right.
~I don’t really care now.
{ch}
Child of the night,
Nature will change.
I am...
Might be crazy, but something’s not right.
Decode the signal, it contacts my heart.
(Oh) x9
A light goes off,
Tick-tock boom, earthquake!
Wicked smiles of a vamp turned rebel,
Checkin’ the teeth, so ready for the bite.
(Oh) x9
Fly me to the moon now~
{pre-ch}
A prophecy,
Bounds our fate for us, nocturnally,
But, I’m so curious, you see?
Maybe they were wrong, and we are right.
~I don’t really care now.
{ch}
Child of the night,
Nature will change.
I am...
#courage
#vampires
#evolution
#mythology
#mystery
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Amongst the Trees
I lie myself down upon the earth.
Her vibrations harmonize with mine.
Embracing the soil for I have been dirt.
Listen I do for the wisdom of trees.
Dear forest garden of my birth,
sing to me of unknown things sublime.
Share with me the secrets of your hurt.
Show me what the mind’s eye sees.
Sweet morning dew does quench my thirst,
as thoughts go far beyond this time.
Supple leaves with breezes flirt,
singing parables for the souls’ ease.
I’ve stripped my bark for what it’s worth,
feel the softness left behind. ...
Her vibrations harmonize with mine.
Embracing the soil for I have been dirt.
Listen I do for the wisdom of trees.
Dear forest garden of my birth,
sing to me of unknown things sublime.
Share with me the secrets of your hurt.
Show me what the mind’s eye sees.
Sweet morning dew does quench my thirst,
as thoughts go far beyond this time.
Supple leaves with breezes flirt,
singing parables for the souls’ ease.
I’ve stripped my bark for what it’s worth,
feel the softness left behind. ...
#secrets
#forest
#FallingInLove #mystery
#FallingInLove #mystery
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all fingers and thumbs
elderly couple holding hands walking down the street a police officer sees them and asks what the hell are you doing with all those hands ..
#mystery
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A Boy Exiled From Home
I put on my winter anorak, hood up, and go out, heading down Dead End Lane. The wind bites away at my fingers and toes, causing them to feel swollen, and I'm light-headed. I want to scream on the streets and set the facts straight, but it's too late for that.
The sky's turned from sepia to overcast, and a sharp gust is blowing. Vapour-like rain dances about, splattering on the pavement. It pounds my anorak and soaks the pockets through, lashing my eyes and my mouth as I hurry down the lane.
I weave my way through the railings on the promenade, keeping my eyes fixed on...
The sky's turned from sepia to overcast, and a sharp gust is blowing. Vapour-like rain dances about, splattering on the pavement. It pounds my anorak and soaks the pockets through, lashing my eyes and my mouth as I hurry down the lane.
I weave my way through the railings on the promenade, keeping my eyes fixed on...
#loneliness
#mystery
#despair #risk
#despair #risk
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