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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Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:06pm
Yesterday 5:06pm
Secrets - The Contact
Yeah, I have a secret journal. Case notes relating to you. After the crowbar attack, Lana asked me to let the past go – which I did. Maybe not entirely, though. When Lana left during the summer, I created the secret journal, encrypting the content for privacy.
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
#memories
#mystery
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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
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:51pm
Yesterday 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
18 reads
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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
29 reads
3 Comments
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
33 reads
2 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
35 reads
6 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
41 reads
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 10:59am
3rd Jul 2024 10:59am
The Case of the Secret Gems (P.Du Sang Mystery) Finale
Twelve O’clock
The library at Valhalla Road was filled with not only books but the suspects.
“I know you all do not see why you have been gathered here instead of the police department.” Vine said as she paced looking at all of them.
“This is ridiculous.” Mr. Barker said as he approached the detective.
“Sit down Mr. Barker.” Vine said, “Give me a moment and all will be revealed.”
“Mr. Anastos. You knew Ms. Arkwright more than you let on?”
“Excuse me?” He said as sat strain in his chair.
“Yes, you are openly...
The library at Valhalla Road was filled with not only books but the suspects.
“I know you all do not see why you have been gathered here instead of the police department.” Vine said as she paced looking at all of them.
“This is ridiculous.” Mr. Barker said as he approached the detective.
“Sit down Mr. Barker.” Vine said, “Give me a moment and all will be revealed.”
“Mr. Anastos. You knew Ms. Arkwright more than you let on?”
“Excuse me?” He said as sat strain in his chair.
“Yes, you are openly...
#mystery
42 reads
13 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
Secrets - Longing
Okay,' I say, rummaging through the postbox. 'We'll take the lift.'
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
#family
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
48 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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