Least Read Mystery Poems
#mystery
FeNyX
Poem Published
21st Dec 2022 10:28pm
21st Dec 2022 10:28pm
Thinking?
Roll it down
Roll it out
Roll it through
Spit it out
Take the time
Take the moment
Take a look
Let it ferment
Slice it through
Slice it rough
Slice the crust
Sync it up
Sync the time
Roll it too
Slice it down
Think it through
Roll it out
Roll it through
Spit it out
Take the time
Take the moment
Take a look
Let it ferment
Slice it through
Slice it rough
Slice the crust
Sync it up
Sync the time
Roll it too
Slice it down
Think it through
#love
#mystery
#SelfReflection
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 6:41pm
25th Jun 2024 6:41pm
Slip Into My Dream
Parched in the dry acrid atmosphere of
abandonment I stepped aimlessly into
your words, drips of pain fell from them
onto my lips quenching a deep thirst
for connection and truth
I wonder if somehow you are written
there within the roadmap of my scars,
a pathway to perdition, or some oracle
unto oblivion
The taste of either is sweet upon my
tongue yet bitter within my heart, for I
am built to feel having never touched
and love is but a ghost roaming the
chasms of an empty man
Still, there is...
abandonment I stepped aimlessly into
your words, drips of pain fell from them
onto my lips quenching a deep thirst
for connection and truth
I wonder if somehow you are written
there within the roadmap of my scars,
a pathway to perdition, or some oracle
unto oblivion
The taste of either is sweet upon my
tongue yet bitter within my heart, for I
am built to feel having never touched
and love is but a ghost roaming the
chasms of an empty man
Still, there is...
#dreams
#hurt
#love #mystery
#love #mystery
15 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 2:36am
4th Mar 2020 2:36am
Blue Fire Within
Soundless, warmth,
and charmed dreams,
exceeded…. splendidly,
pictures of silence; epitome of purities…. My blue intimacy,
sizzling sparkles of wonders in rumbles …tranquility,
exchanges of syllabic intent; rivers’ craving ……scent of strawberries.
Mischievous dispositions of crafted souls in discovery,
Climax ……the exquisite of chivalry,
The verbal painting of horizontal limit’s identity,
Identical ……. voices of hearts… connected motions of
The mental,
Instinctive nominations,
of songs creation,
amid frozen,
vigor. ...
and charmed dreams,
exceeded…. splendidly,
pictures of silence; epitome of purities…. My blue intimacy,
sizzling sparkles of wonders in rumbles …tranquility,
exchanges of syllabic intent; rivers’ craving ……scent of strawberries.
Mischievous dispositions of crafted souls in discovery,
Climax ……the exquisite of chivalry,
The verbal painting of horizontal limit’s identity,
Identical ……. voices of hearts… connected motions of
The mental,
Instinctive nominations,
of songs creation,
amid frozen,
vigor. ...
#fire
#lover
#mystery
#magic
#philosophical
25 reads
16 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:15pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:15pm
The Case of the Secret Gems (P.Du Sang Mystery) pt 2
Hi Pauline, are you alright?” Mr. Brown asked as he watched her slam her car door and storm up her front porch.
“Hey, Mr. Brown. Everything is superb.” She said as she opened her front door to the house. She turned giving him a slight smile, in hindsight, it might have looked a little strange since she never smiled at him before. She went inside, dropped her keys on the little table by the door, and straight to the guest bedroom on the second flight.
Pauline opened the door and immediately regretted that she left all her things in boxes.
“Well, there is no...
“Hey, Mr. Brown. Everything is superb.” She said as she opened her front door to the house. She turned giving him a slight smile, in hindsight, it might have looked a little strange since she never smiled at him before. She went inside, dropped her keys on the little table by the door, and straight to the guest bedroom on the second flight.
Pauline opened the door and immediately regretted that she left all her things in boxes.
“Well, there is no...
#mystery
36 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
41 reads
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 8:29pm
2nd Jul 2024 8:29pm
The Case of the Secret Gems (P.Du Sang Mystery)
The ice popped, in the glass filled with warm vodka, waking Pauline out of a memory of the last person who really knew her. Her mother. Her lifeless body lay without color, and without a soul in a casket that was lined in pearlesk silk.
“Sorry for your loss, Polly.” That came from Maggie Smother’s, a childhood gossip that never really grew out of that annoying penchant.
“Thank you,” Polly said as she took a quick glance at her overly-filled plate of food.
“I hear you're leaving. What are you going to do with the house, Polly?”
...
“Sorry for your loss, Polly.” That came from Maggie Smother’s, a childhood gossip that never really grew out of that annoying penchant.
“Thank you,” Polly said as she took a quick glance at her overly-filled plate of food.
“I hear you're leaving. What are you going to do with the house, Polly?”
...
#mystery
42 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
Secrets - Freddy
The gym in Burrington draws me back and I go to see Gordon Day again. We arrange to get together for a drink at the weekend. Mel's far from happy when I tell her, especially as I promised her I wouldn't. Hoping to calm things, I take her and Robert out for dinner on Friday evening, sticking to soft drinks so she can enjoy a glass or two of wine with her pasta dish, but I can see she's concerned (and annoyed too) over my renewed contact with Gordon.
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
#friendship
#mystery
#risk
43 reads
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
Truth
If every day were sunny then every day couldn't be sunny.For days to be thought of as sunny there must have been days when it wasn't sunny.
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
#mystery
45 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
Drifting Whispers ...
Drifting yes we all drifting in meaning,
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
#mystery
48 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
Secrets - Creaking Floorboards
They say that you and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did you. I remember the three of us going and I remember the house well. The faded curtains. The musty smells. The shabby carpets. The elusive dancing shadows behind the loose banisters on the staircase. The torn settee by a pile of dusty newspapers. The purple vase in the corner with a fine wiry pattern etched in the glasswork. The metal guard around the gas fire. Model aeroplanes in the sitting room. Spitfires. Lancaster Bombers.
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
#fear
#friendship
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
49 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
49 reads
4 Comments
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