Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
AverageJoe
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 9:13pm
19th Jan 2025 9:13pm
Musings on Mysticism
In the beginning
Or in the be ginning
The trapping of being in time
Mixing space and matter
Ether with earth - the silence of darkness
The merkava hovers, vibrations begin
And fire and water - the word of vibration made light
Opposites attract
Vibrations divide
***
"It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth"
"I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth"
They hold the four winds, the four vibrations of the earth
Four corners of the...
Or in the be ginning
The trapping of being in time
Mixing space and matter
Ether with earth - the silence of darkness
The merkava hovers, vibrations begin
And fire and water - the word of vibration made light
Opposites attract
Vibrations divide
***
"It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth"
"I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth"
They hold the four winds, the four vibrations of the earth
Four corners of the...
#mystery
#spiritual
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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
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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
155 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
153 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
92 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
96 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
82 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
189 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
98 reads
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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
125 reads
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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
268 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
175 reads
5 Comments
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