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.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Today 4:45pm
Today 4:45pm
Inspector Pinchbottle to the Rescue
Enter Inspector Pinchbottle...
He walked into the drawing room like he had every right to be there, as if a policeman’s home could ever be as grand as this five-bedroom edifice in Chelsea. The house’s late incumbent, George Cumberland-Smythe, lay dead on the Aubusson carpet in a neat puddle of blood. A smell of almonds hung in the air. Dressed for dinner, George’s trousers were about his ankles and an unspeakable thing had been done to his posterior with a bottle of champagne.
This thing was spoken by Constable Gamadge until Lady Elspeth fainted and Pinchbottle clipped...
He walked into the drawing room like he had every right to be there, as if a policeman’s home could ever be as grand as this five-bedroom edifice in Chelsea. The house’s late incumbent, George Cumberland-Smythe, lay dead on the Aubusson carpet in a neat puddle of blood. A smell of almonds hung in the air. Dressed for dinner, George’s trousers were about his ankles and an unspeakable thing had been done to his posterior with a bottle of champagne.
This thing was spoken by Constable Gamadge until Lady Elspeth fainted and Pinchbottle clipped...
#murder
#fiction
#ShortStory #mystery
#ShortStory #mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
Today 1:53pm
Today 1:53pm
Silent - Part 9
Gavin, Saturday May 2019, 7.30am,Leeds city centre.
Go to the police and hope for the best. I linger by a set of traffic lights and start to panic again, aware of how weird my story will sound to strangers, like I've done somrthing to Lucy but want to pin the blame on a fictitious man who calls himself The Angel of Mercy. He's real, though.
I turn round and leg it to the coach station, shaking all over. I'm cracking up, just as I did that summer nearly two years ago. Can't go through any more intense police interviews. The way they played with my head last time. ...
Go to the police and hope for the best. I linger by a set of traffic lights and start to panic again, aware of how weird my story will sound to strangers, like I've done somrthing to Lucy but want to pin the blame on a fictitious man who calls himself The Angel of Mercy. He's real, though.
I turn round and leg it to the coach station, shaking all over. I'm cracking up, just as I did that summer nearly two years ago. Can't go through any more intense police interviews. The way they played with my head last time. ...
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 8:15pm
27th Sep 2022 8:15pm
Silent - Part 8: Her Friend Maxine
LUCY, May 2019, Missing
Yes, she and Maxine shared a secret concerning a boy.
The Boy who lives close to the sea, near Lyme House in Lancashire.
She'd arranged to have lunch with Gavin at a café in the park to discuss The Boy as she'd been curious to see what Gavin would suggest, given his experiences at Lyme House.
But the man with the baseball cap prevented her from getting to Gavin. The Angel of Mercy, as he called himself earlier. He followed her back from the Cybercafé and appeared just as she parked her car outside Maxine’s. And...
Yes, she and Maxine shared a secret concerning a boy.
The Boy who lives close to the sea, near Lyme House in Lancashire.
She'd arranged to have lunch with Gavin at a café in the park to discuss The Boy as she'd been curious to see what Gavin would suggest, given his experiences at Lyme House.
But the man with the baseball cap prevented her from getting to Gavin. The Angel of Mercy, as he called himself earlier. He followed her back from the Cybercafé and appeared just as she parked her car outside Maxine’s. And...
#love
#relationships
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 6:01pm
26th Sep 2022 6:01pm
Mirror
Is this me, I see?
It moves when I move,
So it must be,
I don't understand, but don't necessarily disapprove,
Truths laid bare before me,
Clouding what I thought I did see.
I am but a cracked mirror,
Splintering in different directions,
Seeing who I am, with delight, and horror,
Clearly, and with internal miscommunications.
I know what I do and don't want, and yet I don't,
I know what I do and don't need, and yet I don't,
My perceptions of myself
Have both been confirmed, and shattered,
I am both strong, and as fragile as...
It moves when I move,
So it must be,
I don't understand, but don't necessarily disapprove,
Truths laid bare before me,
Clouding what I thought I did see.
I am but a cracked mirror,
Splintering in different directions,
Seeing who I am, with delight, and horror,
Clearly, and with internal miscommunications.
I know what I do and don't want, and yet I don't,
I know what I do and don't need, and yet I don't,
My perceptions of myself
Have both been confirmed, and shattered,
I am both strong, and as fragile as...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
#wisdom
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
Silent - Part 7: The Escape
Saturday, 5am Gavin
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
#narrative
#mystery
#risk
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
24th Sep 2022 6:53am
incandescent
There is a stranger
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.
In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.
There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken
I leave the room.
#food
#mystery
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Elenore
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 8:35am
23rd Sep 2022 8:35am
Acceptance
I feel a difference in the depths of my soul.
I sense confusion in the middle of my mind.
West of the stark truth lies a true sentiment: loving affection.
I felt a mystery unto myself in the depths of this loving affection. Who's gonna love this mysterious heart?
I don't choose to ignore my own confusions.
Will you accept and cherish my heart as your own? Am I allowed to be held and cuddled?
May I share my warmth with you? Will you accept the mystery that is me?
I sense confusion in the middle of my mind.
West of the stark truth lies a true sentiment: loving affection.
I felt a mystery unto myself in the depths of this loving affection. Who's gonna love this mysterious heart?
I don't choose to ignore my own confusions.
Will you accept and cherish my heart as your own? Am I allowed to be held and cuddled?
May I share my warmth with you? Will you accept the mystery that is me?
#love
#mystery
#acceptance
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
Silent - Part 6: The Text
Gavin, Early Hours Of Saturday Morning, May 2019
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
Silent - Part 5: How We Met
Gavin, Friday Night
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
#love
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
44 reads
2 Comments
soleil_89
Taylor G.
Taylor G.
Poem Published
19th Sep 2022 11:35pm
19th Sep 2022 11:35pm
For Kuwait.
I forgot what this feels like.
Heart racing.
Dry mouth.
Anxiety rippling through my veins.
Every time,
They disappear.
Whether my beauty or intellect
Is worthy.
Rejection, abandonment remains.
Whether my heart is gentle,
Or enraged with injustice.
Whether my eyes reflect the calm emerald seas, or the flames of Napalm Skies;
They all leave us.
But yet,
Here you are.
Your ocean eyes,
That quiet smile.
It makes my entire being quiver.
...
Heart racing.
Dry mouth.
Anxiety rippling through my veins.
Every time,
They disappear.
Whether my beauty or intellect
Is worthy.
Rejection, abandonment remains.
Whether my heart is gentle,
Or enraged with injustice.
Whether my eyes reflect the calm emerald seas, or the flames of Napalm Skies;
They all leave us.
But yet,
Here you are.
Your ocean eyes,
That quiet smile.
It makes my entire being quiver.
...
#hope
#peace
#mystery #philosophical
#mystery #philosophical
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 1:33pm
18th Sep 2022 1:33pm
Silent - Part 4: A Long Evening
Gavin, Friday Evening
Quarter to seven. Call someone? Lucy’s only been gone a few hours, but I can’t shrug off the unease. Anyway, who would I ring? It might seem weird, but Lucy and I have kept our friendship a secret.
7pm. It’s getting chilly outside. I shut the window and flick through the TV channels on the remote control.
8.15pm. I think about calling this friend of Lucy’s. Seeing what Maxine thinks. No, too soon for that. Plus, she’ll probably demand an explanation for my presence in her flat and tell me to get out.
I’ve never met...
Quarter to seven. Call someone? Lucy’s only been gone a few hours, but I can’t shrug off the unease. Anyway, who would I ring? It might seem weird, but Lucy and I have kept our friendship a secret.
7pm. It’s getting chilly outside. I shut the window and flick through the TV channels on the remote control.
8.15pm. I think about calling this friend of Lucy’s. Seeing what Maxine thinks. No, too soon for that. Plus, she’ll probably demand an explanation for my presence in her flat and tell me to get out.
I’ve never met...
#relationships
#friendship
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
Silent - Part 3: Late Afternoon
Gavin, Friday Afternoon:
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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