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.
Joshsam
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 7:07am
19th Oct 2021 7:07am
A tribute.
Into.
Forest.
Deep.
Trees.
Closer
Shadows.
Dancing.
A girl.
A name.
Calling.
Same.
Again and.
Again and again......
She was never there.
Lost now in nothingness.
Forest.
Deep.
Trees.
Closer
Shadows.
Dancing.
A girl.
A name.
Calling.
Same.
Again and.
Again and again......
She was never there.
Lost now in nothingness.
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#mystery
34 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 10:21pm
18th Oct 2021 10:21pm
Searching For Cassie
He called Cassie from the van, but she was refusing to answer his calls. He followed the late afternoon traffic up the Edgware Road and considered what to do about Cassie and her constant mischief making.
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died, ...
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
The bells are ringing,
St Hilda has died, ...
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
35 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 5:21pm
14th Oct 2021 5:21pm
QUEEN OF PARADOX
Queen of paradox
Holding two realities
Weaves them together
Holding two realities
Weaves them together
#senryu
#mystery
29 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 1:34pm
10th Oct 2021 1:34pm
Worshiping a Portion of Creation
Two slender columns brought you great distances to be here today. I kiss your feet, thankful for their travels, but knowing they’ll carry you farther still in tomorrow’s light.
I kneel and embrace your waist, pressing my ear against your stomach. There it is, the whisper of your heart. My fingers match the tap-tap, tap-tap of your life, and I hear a faint laugh resonate through your warm custard frame.
As your well-traveled legs spread, my tongue finds the salt of ancient springs. Oh, to swim in the oceans flowing within such arching flesh! In you are all the blessings...
I kneel and embrace your waist, pressing my ear against your stomach. There it is, the whisper of your heart. My fingers match the tap-tap, tap-tap of your life, and I hear a faint laugh resonate through your warm custard frame.
As your well-traveled legs spread, my tongue finds the salt of ancient springs. Oh, to swim in the oceans flowing within such arching flesh! In you are all the blessings...
#sex
#beauty
#spiritual #mystery
#spiritual #mystery
91 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 8:54pm
6th Oct 2021 8:54pm
Underground
Got to get out of here!
Can't stand the dark and the damp and the dust.
Claustrophobia; the imagination offering countless possibilities. The ceiling caving in, burying me. If the floor gave way as well, I would fall into blackness, panting and suffocating, knowing that I'd never escape. Certain death.
Buried alive. Like in the famous Rachmaninoff Prelude. Pounding chords as the man attempts to fight his way out of a grave.
Help!
Can't stand the dark and the damp and the dust.
Claustrophobia; the imagination offering countless possibilities. The ceiling caving in, burying me. If the floor gave way as well, I would fall into blackness, panting and suffocating, knowing that I'd never escape. Certain death.
Buried alive. Like in the famous Rachmaninoff Prelude. Pounding chords as the man attempts to fight his way out of a grave.
Help!
#mystery
#FeelingTrapped
#risk
51 reads
12 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 6:12pm
29th Sep 2021 6:12pm
Fear not the mutilated strength
a tide lovelier than ever
flutter mine hair
freely
I determined my weapon
beauty
it was a choice
my claw like fingers
hid my secrets in plain sight
no longer holding on
death walked beside me
I let go
of the hoarse muskets
that sliced my words
into departure
veneration
life
given
through
the object
of my voice
wise your ears
silenced
wind
freely
flutters
mine
hair
a tide lovelier
than
ever
...
flutter mine hair
freely
I determined my weapon
beauty
it was a choice
my claw like fingers
hid my secrets in plain sight
no longer holding on
death walked beside me
I let go
of the hoarse muskets
that sliced my words
into departure
veneration
life
given
through
the object
of my voice
wise your ears
silenced
wind
freely
flutters
mine
hair
a tide lovelier
than
ever
...
#dark
#universe
#myself #mystery
#myself #mystery
41 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 6:44pm
26th Sep 2021 6:44pm
Tormented And Restless
All nights are bad, though some worse than others.
I can’t sleep.
The seconds and minutes pass in silence.
I long for winter.
For the damp and cold and rain and wind.
Snow and sleet and frost.
The summer heat is suffocating, reminding me of that other summer twenty years ago.
Tonight, I see them;
not only Dawn, but her sister as well, both fair skinned like their mother, hair the colour of hay.
The girls hurry along the lane above the coast, sandals scraping on tarmac in the July heat.
Ahead of them lies the sea, the tide out, water...
I can’t sleep.
The seconds and minutes pass in silence.
I long for winter.
For the damp and cold and rain and wind.
Snow and sleet and frost.
The summer heat is suffocating, reminding me of that other summer twenty years ago.
Tonight, I see them;
not only Dawn, but her sister as well, both fair skinned like their mother, hair the colour of hay.
The girls hurry along the lane above the coast, sandals scraping on tarmac in the July heat.
Ahead of them lies the sea, the tide out, water...
#grief
#memories
#mystery
41 reads
6 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
26th Sep 2021 4:58pm
26th Sep 2021 4:58pm
A Telling
Shorn of pride
To see was Samson made blind
And daily the rut of a circle tread
A circle's without beginning
A circle's without end
A circle's eternal
And so is the spirit
And from his rounds
Beaten
And mocked in woe
Brought to stand between columns
Two pillars or poles
Two poles with Samson centered made three
The triptych
The gateway ...
To see was Samson made blind
And daily the rut of a circle tread
A circle's without beginning
A circle's without end
A circle's eternal
And so is the spirit
And from his rounds
Beaten
And mocked in woe
Brought to stand between columns
Two pillars or poles
Two poles with Samson centered made three
The triptych
The gateway ...
#earth
#spiritual
#humankind #mystery
#humankind #mystery
48 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
19th Sep 2021 3:09pm
A Very Dangerous Man
Alone in a house a man lay bound in ropes, hidden by the night. Not even the moon shone into the cellar, for the small window was boarded up. The man never saw the sun or the stars. He heard no voices, no laughter.
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
#scary
#mystery
#risk
68 reads
9 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 11:03pm
14th Sep 2021 11:03pm
The Open Grain
#love
#teens
#mystery #passion
#mystery #passion
112 reads
5 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 11:55am
9th Sep 2021 11:55am
That's what I got
This is a fictional situation about an individual
who is on the brink of suicide.
He holds his (HER) gun to the head,
waiting to point their middle finger
at the world as they pull the trigger.
They are alone.
They are in this alone.
They do not pull the trigger.
They keep the middle finger down.
---still alive---next scene---archie23
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who is on the brink of suicide.
He holds his (HER) gun to the head,
waiting to point their middle finger
at the world as they pull the trigger.
They are alone.
They are in this alone.
They do not pull the trigger.
They keep the middle finger down.
---still alive---next scene---archie23
Read poems by archie23
#fiction
#scary
#LifeAsAWriter
#mystery
#historical
35 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 10:21pm
8th Sep 2021 10:21pm
A Picture Of Pathos
At around this time I learnt Beethoven's piano sonata, The Pathetique.
The dramatic opening reminded me of the opening in my novel Secrets.
The protagonist making his way up Whaley Hill in Lancashire in the November chill and fog in search of the man he'd helped put behind bars sixteen years earlier.
The angry, almost violent, chords that answer the pathos of the melody in the Pathetique.
The build up of rain, the promise of a storm on Whaley Hill.
The continuing intensity of emotion in the Pathetique as lyrical despair alternates with irate harmonies and...
The dramatic opening reminded me of the opening in my novel Secrets.
The protagonist making his way up Whaley Hill in Lancashire in the November chill and fog in search of the man he'd helped put behind bars sixteen years earlier.
The angry, almost violent, chords that answer the pathos of the melody in the Pathetique.
The build up of rain, the promise of a storm on Whaley Hill.
The continuing intensity of emotion in the Pathetique as lyrical despair alternates with irate harmonies and...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
47 reads
6 Comments
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