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
23rd May 2020 7:18pm
23rd May 2020 7:18pm
A Journey In The Storm
Here,' I say in the car, giving him the sweets that Edna gave me.
I tell him not to have any more than a couple before supper and to save the rest for later or another day. We barely talk on the way home. Jazz FM plays on the car radio, my favourite station. Those harmonies and dissonances calming my mood, my mind, and distracting me from Stan's talk of police corruption.
The journey home is rough, the steadily darkening sky warning of a prairies-like storm. Rain falls in pails down the windscreen, making it difficult to see through the glass. The rain sweeps across...
I tell him not to have any more than a couple before supper and to save the rest for later or another day. We barely talk on the way home. Jazz FM plays on the car radio, my favourite station. Those harmonies and dissonances calming my mood, my mind, and distracting me from Stan's talk of police corruption.
The journey home is rough, the steadily darkening sky warning of a prairies-like storm. Rain falls in pails down the windscreen, making it difficult to see through the glass. The rain sweeps across...
#nature
#mystery
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4 Comments
MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 1:59pm
22nd May 2020 1:59pm
Listless footsteps in the night
As I lay here sleepless and hot
The fanblades turn and whirr
The howling winds have stopped
And the birds seem afraid to chirp
Footsteps lay out crunchy leaves
And ravage through my sleepy ears
I almost think I hear my door open
I'm bathed in twilight and fear
The shotgun's nestled close to me
They cannot hurt me
But then again who is to say
What I can hear but cannot see?
The fanblades turn and whirr
The howling winds have stopped
And the birds seem afraid to chirp
Footsteps lay out crunchy leaves
And ravage through my sleepy ears
I almost think I hear my door open
I'm bathed in twilight and fear
The shotgun's nestled close to me
They cannot hurt me
But then again who is to say
What I can hear but cannot see?
#sleep
#mystery
22 reads
2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 7:12am
22nd May 2020 7:12am
this life
I made more people happy…
than I made sad;
learned to be happy
with what I had…
Was taught not to take life
too seriously…
What's the point, after all;
It's like Christianity…
Their Bible's... a wonder...with it
you can prove
opposing viewpoints and
political moves…
than I made sad;
learned to be happy
with what I had…
Was taught not to take life
too seriously…
What's the point, after all;
It's like Christianity…
Their Bible's... a wonder...with it
you can prove
opposing viewpoints and
political moves…
#happiness
#hope
#religion #mystery
#religion #mystery
38 reads
4 Comments
brokenheart201725
Poem Published
18th May 2020 5:23am
18th May 2020 5:23am
night sky
I'm watching the sun go down and turn in to the night sky
Watching it go from orange to yellow to tanish to dark brown
and finally into dark blue i can't help but wonder who paints the night sky
I also wonder who puts all the starts in the sky so bright and wonderful or
Are they different stories being told by one one that have gone on before us or
Are they just up there to remind us that even though we all go through a dark spot
In life there will alway be a light that shines for us to show us the way home.
I don't know its a puzzling question that...
Watching it go from orange to yellow to tanish to dark brown
and finally into dark blue i can't help but wonder who paints the night sky
I also wonder who puts all the starts in the sky so bright and wonderful or
Are they different stories being told by one one that have gone on before us or
Are they just up there to remind us that even though we all go through a dark spot
In life there will alway be a light that shines for us to show us the way home.
I don't know its a puzzling question that...
#sky
#night
#mystery
27 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
16th May 2020 8:10pm
16th May 2020 8:10pm
Trapped!
It’s just turned seven on Sunday evening, and it’s raining outside and bitterly cold. Your eyes keep shutting, despite your efforts to keep them open. You let the empty mug slide from your hand, landing on the floor with a clank, and you lie back on the sofa, ignoring the police helicopter that has begun to circle the neighbourhood again.
You drift off. Happier times. The perfect childhood you had. You dream that you’re on a camping holiday in the Yorkshire Dales. You relive the smell of the sun and grass. The scent of the sheep. The sausages that sizzled on the camp stove while...
You drift off. Happier times. The perfect childhood you had. You dream that you’re on a camping holiday in the Yorkshire Dales. You relive the smell of the sun and grass. The scent of the sheep. The sausages that sizzled on the camp stove while...
#anxiety
#mystery
#risk
31 reads
6 Comments
emilybronte
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 4:18am
26th Apr 2020 4:18am
that strange thing ©
it is that strange thing
that crawls and streams
into common and uncommon
beings and things
circulating in atmospheric feelings
on projected life screens
in-between the betweens -
that live in the core of souls and minds
entwined in ritual scenes not always divine
cloistered in colloquialisms gentrified spleens
full of cosmic meanings dividing and intruding
superseding normal eccentricities spirit beings
singing and chanting ringing bells and dancing
kindly weird and rustically dignified being
things...
that crawls and streams
into common and uncommon
beings and things
circulating in atmospheric feelings
on projected life screens
in-between the betweens -
that live in the core of souls and minds
entwined in ritual scenes not always divine
cloistered in colloquialisms gentrified spleens
full of cosmic meanings dividing and intruding
superseding normal eccentricities spirit beings
singing and chanting ringing bells and dancing
kindly weird and rustically dignified being
things...
#shadows
#rhyming
#mystery
49 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Apr 2020 5:26pm
24th Apr 2020 5:26pm
Watched By A Stranger
She poured a glass of wine and went out to the garden with a magazine, trying to read but struggling to concentrate in the mid July heat.
After a while, she abandoned the magazine and stretched out on the grass, listening to the dull thud of the sea below, her eyelids heavy from the air and the repetitive rhythm of the water.
She found herself drifting, lost in a blur of tall grassy banks and sandy pathways with railings at the bottom.
Suddenly, she came to, cold all over.
She heard a sound. Someone was standing by the far tree at the garden fence,...
After a while, she abandoned the magazine and stretched out on the grass, listening to the dull thud of the sea below, her eyelids heavy from the air and the repetitive rhythm of the water.
She found herself drifting, lost in a blur of tall grassy banks and sandy pathways with railings at the bottom.
Suddenly, she came to, cold all over.
She heard a sound. Someone was standing by the far tree at the garden fence,...
#mystery
#risk
#fear
50 reads
8 Comments
emilybronte
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 1:01am
23rd Apr 2020 1:01am
wind through the citadel ©
A telltale sign is blown my way-
upon the wind of a memory string
that started to stray
walking on cottonwood leafed feet
carefully scattered among Acorn seeds
August starts to slowly grieve
For loss of her days-like whining children
passing away-in heated greed of need
they beg her to stay
Undulating green sails float, and sway
waving along, and away
in heated heavy hours of the day
the coven of Ravens have their say-
screeching-cackling as I walk their way -
Boldly they track me-carefully...
upon the wind of a memory string
that started to stray
walking on cottonwood leafed feet
carefully scattered among Acorn seeds
August starts to slowly grieve
For loss of her days-like whining children
passing away-in heated greed of need
they beg her to stay
Undulating green sails float, and sway
waving along, and away
in heated heavy hours of the day
the coven of Ravens have their say-
screeching-cackling as I walk their way -
Boldly they track me-carefully...
#birds
#nature
#narrative
#mystery
#nonfiction
62 reads
10 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 2:21pm
22nd Apr 2020 2:21pm
SINCE THE BEGINNING
Here I stand looking at the mirror at my own outer reflection, as I can see the true years of my vessel this, inescapable body that has been with me since the beginning of my birth, covered by skin and flesh line with bones. Yet as I stare at the image of thyself, and reflect on the many journeys and travels and walks, through this amazing cycle of changes that is called life. I regret nothing of my journey for it is through, those travels I learn many things about thyself as I walk even through the Valley of Death. For the shadows were never far away from me, as they sometimes creep within...
#narrative
#dialogue
#mystery
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
58 reads
6 Comments
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 1:18am
20th Apr 2020 1:18am
Ocean...
Rippling seas.
An ocean in us both.
How deep are you willing to go.
Abyssal.
What's hidden where light has failed to touch.
Secrets your heart is keeping.
Guide me and reveal what you're dying to display.
I'm sinking much deeper.
There's no turning back now.
What am I to expect.
Below the surface where the light dare not stray.
A nocturnal haven within a place of eternal night.
The fear of the unknown is no priority of mine.
Show me.
Please show me the way.
I can't last much longer here. ...
An ocean in us both.
How deep are you willing to go.
Abyssal.
What's hidden where light has failed to touch.
Secrets your heart is keeping.
Guide me and reveal what you're dying to display.
I'm sinking much deeper.
There's no turning back now.
What am I to expect.
Below the surface where the light dare not stray.
A nocturnal haven within a place of eternal night.
The fear of the unknown is no priority of mine.
Show me.
Please show me the way.
I can't last much longer here. ...
#love
#mystery
64 reads
2 Comments
Silvercrest
Christopher
Christopher
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 3:57pm
15th Apr 2020 3:57pm
Eyes
I search for some relic
In her fickle colours
But all i see is her future
Some distant death cry
Of an unsuspecting fox
Its fur destined for vanity
A barren landscape
the decadence of charred oaks
With some only left to dream of flowers
On the moon.
In her fickle colours
But all i see is her future
Some distant death cry
Of an unsuspecting fox
Its fur destined for vanity
A barren landscape
the decadence of charred oaks
With some only left to dream of flowers
On the moon.
#love
#grief
#beauty
#inspirational
#mystery
55 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 10:09am
15th Apr 2020 10:09am
Mistaken for Spring
( a non-rhyming Quatern )
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
To birds that find a branch to perch the night
That hides the fruit they covet as they taste,
To cats upon the fence before they spar.
Mistaken for the wet of dewy rose;
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze.
Is feeling yesterday of stone & earth,
As fog that slowly creeps in from the sea.
Who makes a man to quiver in his bed
Before he’s had the time to fall asleep.
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
Nor raindrops sliding down a window...
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
To birds that find a branch to perch the night
That hides the fruit they covet as they taste,
To cats upon the fence before they spar.
Mistaken for the wet of dewy rose;
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze.
Is feeling yesterday of stone & earth,
As fog that slowly creeps in from the sea.
Who makes a man to quiver in his bed
Before he’s had the time to fall asleep.
She isn’t just a scent upon the breeze,
Nor raindrops sliding down a window...
#spring
#nature
#mystery
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
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12 Comments
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