Least Read Mystery Poems
#mystery
Fog
It clings to the hills
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
#secrets
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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3 Comments
Fingerprint
I do adore the glint
of each new fingerprint
I leave upon the page
my only reliable clue
Revealing all that I do
all that I am
whether truth or sham
there is no real escape
For it is there in the ink
a deep mystery on the brink
of some new revelation
some new disclosure
Finally dropping the veil
for everyone to see
the real silhouette of me
with it sharp penumbra
Able to cut through the haze
yet still able to amaze
delving deep into the night
while fingerprinting every write
of each new fingerprint
I leave upon the page
my only reliable clue
Revealing all that I do
all that I am
whether truth or sham
there is no real escape
For it is there in the ink
a deep mystery on the brink
of some new revelation
some new disclosure
Finally dropping the veil
for everyone to see
the real silhouette of me
with it sharp penumbra
Able to cut through the haze
yet still able to amaze
delving deep into the night
while fingerprinting every write
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#mystery
9 reads
4 Comments
Riddles of Life
Funny how these riddles of life
can still cut deeper than a knife
making me both laugh then cry
without an inkling as to why
I was fated to be this way
trapped within these words I say
bound to each poetic line
as if in an irony of my own design
Wondering how things came to be
for a wild child who was forever free
who sought to then truly understand
the hourglass with its spilling sand
Blinded by the whiteness of the page
unable to be neither foolish nor sage
while I again attempt to...
can still cut deeper than a knife
making me both laugh then cry
without an inkling as to why
I was fated to be this way
trapped within these words I say
bound to each poetic line
as if in an irony of my own design
Wondering how things came to be
for a wild child who was forever free
who sought to then truly understand
the hourglass with its spilling sand
Blinded by the whiteness of the page
unable to be neither foolish nor sage
while I again attempt to...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
#wisdom
10 reads
2 Comments
Grey
It is my favorite color
adding a little mystery
to my already checkered history
cloaking so many things
Once thought black and white
the true color of shadow
with it subtle flow
shading with its shade
Yet leaving me here
where things remain so clear
adding a little mystery
to my already checkered history
cloaking so many things
Once thought black and white
the true color of shadow
with it subtle flow
shading with its shade
Yet leaving me here
where things remain so clear
#shadows
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
11 reads
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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
Masques
I love to wear each one
until it is undone
until I am finished playing
with all these words I am saying
As each of these many games
assume many different names
leads me further along
towards this stage where I belong
A bold actor or actress in distress
with so much more to confess
I am this poetic illusion
merely steeping your confusion
So, who is this real me
who I will never let you see
never let you truly know
save by this ink here below
...
until it is undone
until I am finished playing
with all these words I am saying
As each of these many games
assume many different names
leads me further along
towards this stage where I belong
A bold actor or actress in distress
with so much more to confess
I am this poetic illusion
merely steeping your confusion
So, who is this real me
who I will never let you see
never let you truly know
save by this ink here below
...
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
11 reads
4 Comments
Cracked
There is a violence in silence
an assault in quietude
how a silent word can still be heard
Echoing back upon itself
for these stresses and strains
hint at all that remains
a widening crack
an assault in quietude
how a silent word can still be heard
Echoing back upon itself
for these stresses and strains
hint at all that remains
a widening crack
#secrets
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
11 reads
8 Comments
Cryptopoetry
Words of verse left on the page
left here for you to engage
draped in a bit of mystery
in a bit of sport
It is how I now resort
to a little poetic fun
let my wicked thoughts run
wherever they will
Tickled by my dark quill
I relish in the tease
doing what I please
with every single word
Knowing that I am heard
but not yet understood
all my evil and my good
somewhere here deep below
Meant for you to know
in my own due time
within the meter of rhyme
...
left here for you to engage
draped in a bit of mystery
in a bit of sport
It is how I now resort
to a little poetic fun
let my wicked thoughts run
wherever they will
Tickled by my dark quill
I relish in the tease
doing what I please
with every single word
Knowing that I am heard
but not yet understood
all my evil and my good
somewhere here deep below
Meant for you to know
in my own due time
within the meter of rhyme
...
#dark
#secrets
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
12 reads
2 Comments
Definition
So much left to see
within this mystery of me
more than a silhouette
less than autopsy
I only reveal what I steal
after the statue of limitations
just call it a game
assign all the blame
on a broken childhood
or the psycho babble
from too many rounds of scrabble
each some new rendition
awaiting some true definition
within this mystery of me
more than a silhouette
less than autopsy
I only reveal what I steal
after the statue of limitations
just call it a game
assign all the blame
on a broken childhood
or the psycho babble
from too many rounds of scrabble
each some new rendition
awaiting some true definition
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#mystery
12 reads
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Enigmata
A life left alone
in pursuit of truth
draped in deception
from its very conception
Cryptic yet coy
in every new ploy
I play
I explore
Wanting so much more
than the usual things
my imaginative wings
soar ever higher
While I do conspire
to shine the light
but keep out of sight
wrapped up in dark shadow
Always needing to know
where the poetry will flow
decipher pure rhyme
as if it were a crime
in pursuit of truth
draped in deception
from its very conception
Cryptic yet coy
in every new ploy
I play
I explore
Wanting so much more
than the usual things
my imaginative wings
soar ever higher
While I do conspire
to shine the light
but keep out of sight
wrapped up in dark shadow
Always needing to know
where the poetry will flow
decipher pure rhyme
as if it were a crime
#secrets
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
13 reads
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Secrets
I do collect and trade
in ever clever mysteries
the delicious histories
of these succulent secrets
Picked from zipped pockets
purloined from locked lockets
whispers forever snatched
without a care from thinning air
Making every one my own
while each naughty seed is sown
in ever clever mysteries
the delicious histories
of these succulent secrets
Picked from zipped pockets
purloined from locked lockets
whispers forever snatched
without a care from thinning air
Making every one my own
while each naughty seed is sown
#secrets
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
13 reads
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Volcanic
They rise from the sea
right before me
Titans of geologic stone
casting dark shadows below
Concealing what they know
deep beneath the waves
knowing how each secret saves
itself for some future day
Meanwhile these islands play ironic
never admitting they remain tectonic
right before me
Titans of geologic stone
casting dark shadows below
Concealing what they know
deep beneath the waves
knowing how each secret saves
itself for some future day
Meanwhile these islands play ironic
never admitting they remain tectonic
#sea
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
13 reads
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