Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
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
117 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
223 reads
1 Comment
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 2:13am
24th Oct 2024 2:13am
Nothing Left But Tan Lines
Zelda had her bikini on.
But when she stepped outside, it's gone.
Nothing left but tan lines.
But when she stepped outside, it's gone.
Nothing left but tan lines.
#fiction
#home
#mystery
#sex
#summer
249 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
18th Oct 2024 2:03pm
Lamb
Contain
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#mystery
#witches
137 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
Long Prints
The prints they lead through mire and dust
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
#dark
#forest
#ghosts
#mystery
#narrative
109 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 11:01am
11th Oct 2024 11:01am
He is Here!!
The blade in the flesh, a shiver, a whisper and then nothing
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
#dark
#horror
#murder
#mystery
#PopCulture
133 reads
10 Comments
nocturnalecho
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 2:19pm
10th Oct 2024 2:19pm
A Night, A Soul, A Death
When heavy midnight drapes a silent street,
And stars retreat behind a cloudy curtain,
They rise anew—emerge from the abyss,
Bring countless questions, answers yet uncertain.
Freed from the frail, decaying shells of old,
With piercing gaze and steps which echo faintly,
They creep within; their darkened tales unfold
And shatter his mind’s refuge built so saintly.
A glance through hazy glass is unavailing;
His muffled scream allures a ravens’ flock.
They stare with glee at his unnerving wailing,
While cawing out of rhythm: ...
And stars retreat behind a cloudy curtain,
They rise anew—emerge from the abyss,
Bring countless questions, answers yet uncertain.
Freed from the frail, decaying shells of old,
With piercing gaze and steps which echo faintly,
They creep within; their darkened tales unfold
And shatter his mind’s refuge built so saintly.
A glance through hazy glass is unavailing;
His muffled scream allures a ravens’ flock.
They stare with glee at his unnerving wailing,
While cawing out of rhythm: ...
#death
#mystery
#night
139 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
Out In The Field
Twas a night of full and dreadful dark
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
#countryside
#dark
#mystery
107 reads
0 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 1:34am
7th Oct 2024 1:34am
Crawling Chaos (In-Between)
Croaking sky, her iron eyes
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
#acceptance
#love
#mystery #WritingPoetry
#mystery #WritingPoetry
253 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 7:54pm
28th Sep 2024 7:54pm
we work in secret undercover
Waiting in the shadows
Double agent breaking codes
Captive of your beauty
Air thick, humid and smoldering
Double agent breaking codes
Captive of your beauty
Air thick, humid and smoldering
#identity
#minimalist
#mystery #secrets
#mystery #secrets
245 reads
21 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 11:04am
17th Sep 2024 11:04am
She likes her floors clean and her boyfriend dead
Martha Fokker of Lincoln, Nebraska greased the floor of her kitchen in an attempt to kill her one-legged boyfriend in 1993. 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
165 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 12:02pm
8th Sep 2024 12:02pm
The Emergency
Look out!
They're coming for you
Who is it?
Why me??
I'm perfectly healthy
How did I get here?
What happened?
I'm on this table, motionless
I can hear & see but I can't talk or move
It's like I'm in some sort of comatose state
I can see the nurses & doctors talking but i don't see their mouths moving
They continue to look towards me
One of the nurses has this large needle
She's walking towards me
I don't like this one bit
There's no way I can stop or defend myself
Please no, don't put me to sleep!! ...
They're coming for you
Who is it?
Why me??
I'm perfectly healthy
How did I get here?
What happened?
I'm on this table, motionless
I can hear & see but I can't talk or move
It's like I'm in some sort of comatose state
I can see the nurses & doctors talking but i don't see their mouths moving
They continue to look towards me
One of the nurses has this large needle
She's walking towards me
I don't like this one bit
There's no way I can stop or defend myself
Please no, don't put me to sleep!! ...
#fiction
#mystery
#scary #ShortStory
#scary #ShortStory
153 reads
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