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.
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 2:46am
3rd Feb 2023 2:46am
The 678 never-ending catsongs
~ Written on the 30th of October 2008 ~~
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
#loneliness
#dreams
#night
#ghosts
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 7:46pm
2nd Feb 2023 7:46pm
Silent, The Car Journey (2)
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
'None of my adoptive family know I'm here,' she blurted out to Arthur. 'My adoptive parents think I'm on a walking holiday with a group of friends. But I'm not a runaway, you know. I've got somewhere to stay and a job.'
In the driver seat, Arthur maintained a neutral expression. 'A job at the House serving meals?'
'I thought you already knew about it.'
'Know about what? None of this is making any sense to me. You haven't told me anything yet and I haven't seen you for nine or ten years.’
‘Agnes Harlesden.
...
'None of my adoptive family know I'm here,' she blurted out to Arthur. 'My adoptive parents think I'm on a walking holiday with a group of friends. But I'm not a runaway, you know. I've got somewhere to stay and a job.'
In the driver seat, Arthur maintained a neutral expression. 'A job at the House serving meals?'
'I thought you already knew about it.'
'Know about what? None of this is making any sense to me. You haven't told me anything yet and I haven't seen you for nine or ten years.’
‘Agnes Harlesden.
...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 6:57pm
31st Jan 2023 6:57pm
Silent, The Car Journey
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
'What would you like to do?' Arthur Harlesden said. ‘Coffee and a bite to eat at the Service Station.'
'Suppose so.'
Arthur started the engine and drove away into the night, past a gift shop and a mobile phone store and a guest house opposite a pub by a set of lights. He took the road further inland, by fields and rows of tiny aerials that resembled baby bulbs. She vaguely remembered these from ten years ago. 'I was sorry to hear about Lily,' she said, to break the silence.
'Thank you,' Arthur said. 'Three years ago it...
'What would you like to do?' Arthur Harlesden said. ‘Coffee and a bite to eat at the Service Station.'
'Suppose so.'
Arthur started the engine and drove away into the night, past a gift shop and a mobile phone store and a guest house opposite a pub by a set of lights. He took the road further inland, by fields and rows of tiny aerials that resembled baby bulbs. She vaguely remembered these from ten years ago. 'I was sorry to hear about Lily,' she said, to break the silence.
'Thank you,' Arthur said. 'Three years ago it...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Pratik
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
Unraveling the Truth: A Poetic Mystery
In the dead of night, a haunting cry,
A soul cut short, a mystery sky-high.
Who could have done it, with malice so great,
Leaving a victim, with no reason to relate.
The detective steps in, with a sharpened gaze,
Scanning the scene, for evidence ablaze.
The motive unclear, the culprit untold,
The case begins, its secrets untold.
As the clues mount, the trail heats up,
The killer's identity, begins to erupt.
A tangled web of lies and deceit,
The truth concealed, too sly to beat.
But the detective perseveres, with a...
A soul cut short, a mystery sky-high.
Who could have done it, with malice so great,
Leaving a victim, with no reason to relate.
The detective steps in, with a sharpened gaze,
Scanning the scene, for evidence ablaze.
The motive unclear, the culprit untold,
The case begins, its secrets untold.
As the clues mount, the trail heats up,
The killer's identity, begins to erupt.
A tangled web of lies and deceit,
The truth concealed, too sly to beat.
But the detective perseveres, with a...
#mystery
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a_methyste
Poem Published
29th Jan 2023 9:06pm
29th Jan 2023 9:06pm
Jigsaw
Sleeping with you is like an orgy
And I do not like them right now
There are 10 hands that touch me
And I only need two
There is one that likes me
Another gets bored at my sight
There is one that is too intelligent for a simple being like me
And the other shallow and vain
There is a grown up who would keep up with me
And then a flying teenager that I brush off of my shoulder
Sleeping with you is like an orgy
And I do not like them right now
Who are you?
And what am I for you?
And I do not like them right now
There are 10 hands that touch me
And I only need two
There is one that likes me
Another gets bored at my sight
There is one that is too intelligent for a simple being like me
And the other shallow and vain
There is a grown up who would keep up with me
And then a flying teenager that I brush off of my shoulder
Sleeping with you is like an orgy
And I do not like them right now
Who are you?
And what am I for you?
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:09pm
24th Jan 2023 7:09pm
Silent, The Part (2)
Two Year Earlier, Gavin
Later, Philippa fumbled around in her bag for a half bottle of vodka. I jerked my head to the side, indicating that I needed to talk to her. She followed me to the railing overlooking the sea, a glazed smile on her face.
'What's going on?' I said
'You've already asked me that.'
‘Do you know Steve and his brother?'
'Not before today. Steve and his mate Jace got talking to me this afternoon and they invited me to the party.'
'But Steve and Jace aren't even here.'
'I'm not responsible for that,'...
Later, Philippa fumbled around in her bag for a half bottle of vodka. I jerked my head to the side, indicating that I needed to talk to her. She followed me to the railing overlooking the sea, a glazed smile on her face.
'What's going on?' I said
'You've already asked me that.'
‘Do you know Steve and his brother?'
'Not before today. Steve and his mate Jace got talking to me this afternoon and they invited me to the party.'
'But Steve and Jace aren't even here.'
'I'm not responsible for that,'...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 11:53pm
20th Jan 2023 11:53pm
The Great Drowning of Men
What is the third degree in the hierarchy of things
Sounds from the sidelines taunt the parade of the vanquished
Like watercolor seascapes in a hostile world
Awash
You become slow cinema
The art of life within the savage struggle
The ordinary to erotica transformed
Dreamcatcher
I am not those men
Everything you could want
Love is oft times a ruin of roses
And I'm a sailor on a sea of dreams
Do you prefer mysteries
Or do you know the secrets
The truth
Imagination is more real
Its hidden in plain sight ...
Sounds from the sidelines taunt the parade of the vanquished
Like watercolor seascapes in a hostile world
Awash
You become slow cinema
The art of life within the savage struggle
The ordinary to erotica transformed
Dreamcatcher
I am not those men
Everything you could want
Love is oft times a ruin of roses
And I'm a sailor on a sea of dreams
Do you prefer mysteries
Or do you know the secrets
The truth
Imagination is more real
Its hidden in plain sight ...
#love
#SelfReflection
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2023 7:13pm
17th Jan 2023 7:13pm
Silent, The Party
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Party on the old fairground.
The guys in army clothing, Jace and his mate Steve, didn't turn up, and no one seemed to know where they were. Kids still at school milled around, knocking back vodka and cider, criticising everyone over the age of twenty-one. They didn't say much to Philippa or me at first. Just looked us up and down, as if we were teachers or something. They all spoke with accents. Mild Scouse, with Innit and Bro added.
'Hey,' this kid in a hoodie shouted, sounding drunk. He was about fourteen, fifteen. Rusty...
Party on the old fairground.
The guys in army clothing, Jace and his mate Steve, didn't turn up, and no one seemed to know where they were. Kids still at school milled around, knocking back vodka and cider, criticising everyone over the age of twenty-one. They didn't say much to Philippa or me at first. Just looked us up and down, as if we were teachers or something. They all spoke with accents. Mild Scouse, with Innit and Bro added.
'Hey,' this kid in a hoodie shouted, sounding drunk. He was about fourteen, fifteen. Rusty...
#relationships
#mystery
#risk
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Vee
Rina
Rina
Poem Published
12th Jan 2023 11:49pm
12th Jan 2023 11:49pm
50 Shades of Pallor
A gatekeeper
ectodermal of layers
nonchalantly soft, tender and smooth
Shades of light
infuse the sublime glow
masking shadows in concocted diffusion
Once adored and revered
a sub-particle of a mass macrocosm
sloughed in expansion of overindulgence
Now on the floor, spewed
in pallor mortis of a fine cocktail
dry and shriveled in dismal putrefaction
Detached from rest
an odorless unrecognizable decay
remaining organs recoil and shudder
A justifiable indignation
rotating...
ectodermal of layers
nonchalantly soft, tender and smooth
Shades of light
infuse the sublime glow
masking shadows in concocted diffusion
Once adored and revered
a sub-particle of a mass macrocosm
sloughed in expansion of overindulgence
Now on the floor, spewed
in pallor mortis of a fine cocktail
dry and shriveled in dismal putrefaction
Detached from rest
an odorless unrecognizable decay
remaining organs recoil and shudder
A justifiable indignation
rotating...
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 7:07pm
11th Jan 2023 7:07pm
Silent, The Meeting At Night
Two Years Earlier, Lucy
She continued waiting, moving about to keep herself from getting cold. The waves danced to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier-structure. They reminded her of glockenspiels and of the lonely corridors of the former Prep School for musicians. The Ogre had run the School like a convent.
A sound distracted her. A thud. The main door of the Theatre opening, then shutting. A man stepped out, wearing a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside theatre lighting. The man opened up an umbrella and peered in the...
She continued waiting, moving about to keep herself from getting cold. The waves danced to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier-structure. They reminded her of glockenspiels and of the lonely corridors of the former Prep School for musicians. The Ogre had run the School like a convent.
A sound distracted her. A thud. The main door of the Theatre opening, then shutting. A man stepped out, wearing a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside theatre lighting. The man opened up an umbrella and peered in the...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 3:53pm
11th Jan 2023 3:53pm
Hey diddle diddle..
.Instead of a New Year's resolution, how about a New Year's riddle!?
In this body,
That you and I,
Reciprocally share,
I am the most vital organ,
And yet,
When breached,
The most difficult to repair.
What am I?
In this body,
That you and I,
Reciprocally share,
I am the most vital organ,
And yet,
When breached,
The most difficult to repair.
What am I?
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 7:07pm
4th Jan 2023 7:07pm
Silent, The Pier At Night
Two Years Earlier, Gavin
Free wine after the concert. Lots of it. Later, Philippa and I headed off to Jace's party, stepping into the drizzle and a strong smell of cigarette smoke. The sun had nearly disappeared, leaving a dazzling glow that hurt my eyes. I heard shouting and laughter in the distance. A gust blew at us.
'It's meant to be summer and it's freezing,' I said. 'Where's the party?'
'The abandoned fairground.'
'In this weather?'
'Jace won't cancel.'
'How do you know that? Do you know him?'
'No,'...
Free wine after the concert. Lots of it. Later, Philippa and I headed off to Jace's party, stepping into the drizzle and a strong smell of cigarette smoke. The sun had nearly disappeared, leaving a dazzling glow that hurt my eyes. I heard shouting and laughter in the distance. A gust blew at us.
'It's meant to be summer and it's freezing,' I said. 'Where's the party?'
'The abandoned fairground.'
'In this weather?'
'Jace won't cancel.'
'How do you know that? Do you know him?'
'No,'...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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