Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to follow the...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
66 reads
13 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:07pm
26th Jan 2025 1:07pm
The Wish
My heart is for you
When I opened up my eyes
I wish you were mine
When I opened up my eyes
I wish you were mine
#dreams
#love
#mystery
#sadness
#senryu
121 reads
16 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
Over and Over
the moment is fleeing itself,
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
#boyfriend
#lover
#mystery #SelfReflection
#mystery #SelfReflection
57 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
12th Jan 2025 8:05pm
An Ode to Stonehenge
In an age a long time ago was built this circle of hell
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
Here they stand stone next to stone, nobody knows their true power
This was a place where magicians work
On an altar they practiced their cult
With the power of words, they changed the four elements
Fire - Water - Air and Earth - defeated me and be my slave
See my hands and feel the strength - obey my might, obey my will
No one knows what it really can be, also today the legend still lives
They are only signs of a time, where other laws exist on this earth
In the south of England...
#admiration
#magic
#mystery
#pagan
#power
102 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:12pm
3rd Jan 2025 11:12pm
Whispers of Enchantment
In moonlit glades where shadows dance,
a whisper weaves a mystic trance.
With words of old, a spell is spun,
to charm the heart of a chosen one.
By starlit skies and ancient lore,
unlock the secrets, evermore.
With eyes that gleam like twilight’s hue,
a spell is cast just for you.
In cryptic verse, the magic flows,
a charm that only true love knows.
With every word a bond is sealed.
A heart enchanted, fate revealed.
a whisper weaves a mystic trance.
With words of old, a spell is spun,
to charm the heart of a chosen one.
By starlit skies and ancient lore,
unlock the secrets, evermore.
With eyes that gleam like twilight’s hue,
a spell is cast just for you.
In cryptic verse, the magic flows,
a charm that only true love knows.
With every word a bond is sealed.
A heart enchanted, fate revealed.
#dialogue
#lust
#mystery
#passion
#respect
101 reads
12 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:51pm
20th Dec 2024 11:51pm
After+Math
A skeleton strewn on the curb
Bone fragments hair and fur
A relic of a Saint embedded
An olive branch and dove rescinded
Glassy eyes glazed over and still
A cup not half full nor filled
Shimmering dust in the long long dark
A distance closed in a quiet park
I spend my time but earn not enough
I prefer to be gentle I'm sorry for being rough
Bone fragments hair and fur
A relic of a Saint embedded
An olive branch and dove rescinded
Glassy eyes glazed over and still
A cup not half full nor filled
Shimmering dust in the long long dark
A distance closed in a quiet park
I spend my time but earn not enough
I prefer to be gentle I'm sorry for being rough
#conflict
#lover
#mystery
57 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
56 reads
2 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 12:22pm
17th Dec 2024 12:22pm
Night Cap
I want to tip toe across oak tongue and groove flooring, my flame in hand, dripping white wax like lava against the wrought iron candelabra. Sneaking like a child along the corridor to a room with fifteen foot ceilings, and there amongst the shelves, run my fingers across dusty spines, acting like I know what I'm looking for.
In a library filled with longing, I want to read words that dare to tell the truth.
The truth found in experience and heartbreak, where mourning is turned into joy, true love endures, and there is a Heaven after all.
In a library filled with longing, I want to read words that dare to tell the truth.
The truth found in experience and heartbreak, where mourning is turned into joy, true love endures, and there is a Heaven after all.
#inspirational
#mystery
#passion
60 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 12:40pm
26th Nov 2024 12:40pm
Whispers in the Dark
Buzzing
Darkness whispers
Flies circle, secrets hide
Silent steps, shadows entangle
Fear reigns
Darkness whispers
Flies circle, secrets hide
Silent steps, shadows entangle
Fear reigns
#anxiety
#dark
#mystery
#secrets
#shadows
112 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 11:06pm
19th Nov 2024 11:06pm
The Agnostic’s Paradox: A Dialogue with Socrates
In a garden shaded, wise and deep,
Where silent thoughts like shadows creep,
A question echoed through the air,
What is truth, and who will care?
A stranger came with searching eyes,
A soul unmoored, lost in disguise,
And saw, in Socrates, a guide,
A sage who asked, but never lied.
“Tell me, great sage, what can you know?
Is there a truth that we can show?”
Socrates smiled, his eyes aglow,
“A question asked, yet more to go,
For truth is like the wind you feel,
Invisible, but it’s so real.
It moves us...
Where silent thoughts like shadows creep,
A question echoed through the air,
What is truth, and who will care?
A stranger came with searching eyes,
A soul unmoored, lost in disguise,
And saw, in Socrates, a guide,
A sage who asked, but never lied.
“Tell me, great sage, what can you know?
Is there a truth that we can show?”
Socrates smiled, his eyes aglow,
“A question asked, yet more to go,
For truth is like the wind you feel,
Invisible, but it’s so real.
It moves us...
#mystery
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
75 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
Self Portrait Unknown Artist
Calling card
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
#art
#identity
#minimalist #mystery
#minimalist #mystery
163 reads
21 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Ride!
I've been up, down, underground
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
#fiction
#mystery
111 reads
14 Comments
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