Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
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Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:51pm
Yesterday 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An olive branch and dove rescinded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An olive branch and dove rescinded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
18 reads
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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
33 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
41 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
76 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
66 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
148 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
99 reads
14 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 10:14pm
10th Nov 2024 10:14pm
Hello? Who's Out There?
Elizabeth was
taking a shower before
she heard someone step
into the bathroom which made
her say "Hello? Who's out there?"
Russ came home from work
and saw that the front door was
forced open. He went
into the bathroom and found
his roommate slashed with a blade.
taking a shower before
she heard someone step
into the bathroom which made
her say "Hello? Who's out there?"
Russ came home from work
and saw that the front door was
forced open. He went
into the bathroom and found
his roommate slashed with a blade.
#death
#fiction
#mystery
#tanka
#tragedy
83 reads
0 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
177 reads
40 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 10:16am
1st Nov 2024 10:16am
8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
101 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:59am
28th Oct 2024 9:59am
When A Stranger Calls
Was it something that you said?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
#dark
#horror
#mystery
#PopCulture
#scary
74 reads
6 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 10:02pm
27th Oct 2024 10:02pm
Purgatory
Half a mind for morning swill,
purging shine 'til ticking clock-
angry fate of oddment dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile...
piecework prize of chill & sigh
damn a soul to dusky brush,
stinging blaze of jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty in warbling brain
days in ice & empty wile...
feckless flight feels full & high
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened sticks for sport or point-
shares the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile...
restless plight of hill...
purging shine 'til ticking clock-
angry fate of oddment dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile...
piecework prize of chill & sigh
damn a soul to dusky brush,
stinging blaze of jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty in warbling brain
days in ice & empty wile...
feckless flight feels full & high
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened sticks for sport or point-
shares the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile...
restless plight of hill...
#dark
#mystery
142 reads
1 Comment
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