Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
PAR
Poem Published
30th Apr 2025 4:03pm
30th Apr 2025 4:03pm
Not to Kill the Pianist's Mockingbird (A Sonnet in Dark Tones)
In somber hues, the dusk begins to play,
a dirge on keys of silence, sharp and deep.
A mockingbird croons echoes of decay,
its solemn songs where wounded shadows creep.
The pianist sits as a phantom of the stage.
Fingers like ghosts upon a weathered score.
Each note, a tale of grief—a mourning cage.
A hymn for lives that fate shall keep no more.
Yet still, the strings of night refuse to break,
their mournful whispers thread through midnight’s veil.
The mockingbird and pianist awake...
A dance of death where sorrow...
a dirge on keys of silence, sharp and deep.
A mockingbird croons echoes of decay,
its solemn songs where wounded shadows creep.
The pianist sits as a phantom of the stage.
Fingers like ghosts upon a weathered score.
Each note, a tale of grief—a mourning cage.
A hymn for lives that fate shall keep no more.
Yet still, the strings of night refuse to break,
their mournful whispers thread through midnight’s veil.
The mockingbird and pianist awake...
A dance of death where sorrow...
#birds
#dance
#magic
#music
#mystery
63 reads
4 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:32pm
19th Apr 2025 5:32pm
What am I?
Hello again!
We've met before.
Do you remember me?
Let me introduce you to my world.
I love a good paradox!
Ladies first;
females take priority
but women need to wait for the men!
Children can go on ahead of them all.
After all,
first isn't first
and last isn't last.
The future will appear quite soon
and the past is now behind me;
however, time sometimes works in mysterious ways!
Today, I am close to tomorrow
but far from yesterday.
Not withstanding its name,
the weekend falls in the middle...
We've met before.
Do you remember me?
Let me introduce you to my world.
I love a good paradox!
Ladies first;
females take priority
but women need to wait for the men!
Children can go on ahead of them all.
After all,
first isn't first
and last isn't last.
The future will appear quite soon
and the past is now behind me;
however, time sometimes works in mysterious ways!
Today, I am close to tomorrow
but far from yesterday.
Not withstanding its name,
the weekend falls in the middle...
#mystery
#PowerOfWords
82 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 7:45pm
14th Apr 2025 7:45pm
Kill Him Again
Martha Fokker of Lincoln, Nebraska greased the floor of her kitchen in an attempt to kill her one-legged boyfriend in 1991. She slipped on the floor and knocked herself unconscious instead. Police found more grease near the top of the stairs and by the bathroom door. The boyfriend, Lou Briccant, insisted that Martha was doing a little housework. Six months later, Martha fell backwards killing herself on a flight of stairs in the basement. She was carrying up that same bucket of grease that she tried using on her boyfriend to kill him. Was she going to clean the floors or attempt to kill him...
#boyfriend
#fiction
#mystery #tragedy
#mystery #tragedy
70 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 9:04pm
9th Apr 2025 9:04pm
~a die-hard supernaturalistic love... this is
https://youtu.be/eDQPwBuJMrs
https://youtu.be/gL0z7S-PxVA?feature=shared
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
(refrain)
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am...
https://youtu.be/gL0z7S-PxVA?feature=shared
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am nothing…this now
(refrain)
my sizzling young angelic beauty..
am just a flaming spirit orbiting you ..
vanished are those tears of love
..without you, am...
#graveyard
#inspirational
#love
#lyrics
#mystery
102 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:03am
9th Apr 2025 5:03am
Augury
I could see the pain in her eyes
For the things that she used to tell
And for the many that she kept to herself
People her time were built different
Like strongholds of resilience and secrets
Every now and then
I’d get a glimpse of the world she came from
She knew that old ghosts sometimes come back
Not to haunt
But try to stir you away from the current path
And yet, she always remained stoic
Death and spirits tend to have that effect on some people
For her
It was a way of life
Because even though now she...
For the things that she used to tell
And for the many that she kept to herself
People her time were built different
Like strongholds of resilience and secrets
Every now and then
I’d get a glimpse of the world she came from
She knew that old ghosts sometimes come back
Not to haunt
But try to stir you away from the current path
And yet, she always remained stoic
Death and spirits tend to have that effect on some people
For her
It was a way of life
Because even though now she...
#death
#mystery
#peace #suffering
#peace #suffering
90 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 9:26pm
4th Apr 2025 9:26pm
~black spice of times.. this enigmatic ‘now’
a broken black clove
over the blinding blankness
..bit toasted off-white pages
wait to fill in their spaces
from my rolled out scribbles
now..
had spotted them earlier
in these design of destiny
pages… & pressed them
as herbarium .. in an unknown
immediacy of..
what?
lucky though the blackly holed
spiral bound pages.. had held
them still, sans any further loss
until
now..
juggles to & fro from betwixt
the shuffling...
over the blinding blankness
..bit toasted off-white pages
wait to fill in their spaces
from my rolled out scribbles
now..
had spotted them earlier
in these design of destiny
pages… & pressed them
as herbarium .. in an unknown
immediacy of..
what?
lucky though the blackly holed
spiral bound pages.. had held
them still, sans any further loss
until
now..
juggles to & fro from betwixt
the shuffling...
#cats
#lover
#memories
#mystery
#StreamOfConsciousness
94 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 3:18pm
3rd Apr 2025 3:18pm
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
98 reads
8 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 11:54am
22nd Mar 2025 11:54am
Mind's Eye Site
Ancient dirt roads
abuzz with those
that (long ago)
quit the pavement.
A can of thought
struck with lucid spade.
Town-chow dry inside
like a mouse in the oven:
thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to...
campfire high & sky
full of ghost & gust.
Satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight...
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion...
cockatrice glare ...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#mountains
#mystery
#nature
113 reads
0 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
17th Mar 2025 11:05pm
It's Quiet Now (Redux)
It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
- the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature's changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
#mystery
#nature
#spiritual
176 reads
8 Comments
Mercurial
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 8:56am
15th Feb 2025 8:56am
The Child's Father
The overwhelming power of the senses,
Strangling in a way that’s sweet,
The unseen father watching behind the scenes,
Enjoying his child playing with its toys still.
A dog in child’s clothing,
Clingy and needy of its master’s attentions,
With a cat’s eyes of mercy,
The father got caught in the web.
The child is the father,
The father is the child,
Usurping thrones like yin and yang,
But the father in the child was stronger.
After of eons of wrestling,
The child tricked the father,
To see the opposite...
Strangling in a way that’s sweet,
The unseen father watching behind the scenes,
Enjoying his child playing with its toys still.
A dog in child’s clothing,
Clingy and needy of its master’s attentions,
With a cat’s eyes of mercy,
The father got caught in the web.
The child is the father,
The father is the child,
Usurping thrones like yin and yang,
But the father in the child was stronger.
After of eons of wrestling,
The child tricked the father,
To see the opposite...
#confessional
#mystery
#ShortStory
85 reads
0 Comments
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...
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...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
148 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
211 reads
16 Comments
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