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
11 reads
1 Comment
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
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
Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
Secrets - What Really Happened?
Little sleep. Clanking pipes, whistling wind, shadows forming in the dark. An old shed with a broken bicycle. A heap of discarded tyres in an unfamiliar back garden. Gordon leaning over and grinning at me, his front tooth capped with an ivory crown.
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
36 reads
0 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
40 reads
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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
44 reads
3 Comments
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
49 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
Secrets - The Lost Friend
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: Vince Macarthur.
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
#BestFriend
#death
#grief #mystery
#grief #mystery
51 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
52 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
53 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
12th Feb 2025 10:41pm
Secrets - A Boy's Longing For Mum
Email to Lana Holmes
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
Sent Sunday 14 September
Sender: Robert Holmes (Reply)
Subject: The Puppy
Message: Dad and Aunty Mel took me to a farm today. We might be getting a puppy. I'm going to call it Freddy. Freddy is a real person who lives in The Factory. He writes poetry. He's got long white hair and he looks like an old wizard. I think he's brilliant. Dad and Aunty Mel got talking to him yesterday and he's really funny. He said he's going to teach me to play harmonica. He wants us all to go to his flat for buttered crumpets and tea. I'm very excited about...
#family
#mystery
53 reads
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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
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