Least Read Mystery Poems
#mystery
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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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
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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
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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
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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
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Murder at the Club of Hearts
The murderer is in this very room. Four suspects are in front of me, and one has done it. You may be thinking, Janet, you are in the room as well.
I’ve already deduced that I am clear. For my part in this case, other than to solve it. I was on the other side.
of the room, having a glass of wine and ogling the drummer in the jazz band.
There is a dead body lying in the center of the floor, with a white sheet covering it. There is a boyfriend who is bereaved in the death of the woman. There is the best friend who seems to be pissed off that she is being...
I’ve already deduced that I am clear. For my part in this case, other than to solve it. I was on the other side.
of the room, having a glass of wine and ogling the drummer in the jazz band.
There is a dead body lying in the center of the floor, with a white sheet covering it. There is a boyfriend who is bereaved in the death of the woman. There is the best friend who seems to be pissed off that she is being...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mystery
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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
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They Called It Murder (Cozy Mystery)
This story starts quite odd, since I did not get involved until they called it murder.
My name is Kate Wells. I am the top investigative reporter of the Inwood Feline Gazette. You may not have heard of us since we are not nationally known, but the news must be reported, even if it’s mundane.
The incident became known at six-fifteen in the evening on October 23. I must print that since that is what they agreed to have on record. Off the record, it was a slightly different story that I would prefer you to know.
The chief of the gazette, Elwood Rimm, sent me to...
My name is Kate Wells. I am the top investigative reporter of the Inwood Feline Gazette. You may not have heard of us since we are not nationally known, but the news must be reported, even if it’s mundane.
The incident became known at six-fifteen in the evening on October 23. I must print that since that is what they agreed to have on record. Off the record, it was a slightly different story that I would prefer you to know.
The chief of the gazette, Elwood Rimm, sent me to...
#cats
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#funny #mystery
#funny #mystery
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Secrets - Confrontation (2)
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I've parked my car. The dog's barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Nighttime Hunt
#dark
#death
#mystery #nature
#mystery #nature
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Messenger at Night
In the dead of night
I guess I will never know
Caught within a dream
I guess I will never know
Caught within a dream
#dreams
#mystery
#senryu #TruthOfLife
#senryu #TruthOfLife
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Silent - Conclusion
In the present, Gavin returns to his musical studies and learns to come to terms with Philippa's betrayal
Lucy, similarly, returns to her University studies in Manchester and comes to appreciate her family and the sacrifices they made for her.
After a while, contact between Gavin and Lucy fizzles out as the past loses significance for them.
*** Spoiler if reading for the first time
.
As Katie Whittacker explained in the denouement, her father-in-law Arthur Harlesden ordered the fire that killed Lucy's parents when Lucy was 8.
In the...
Lucy, similarly, returns to her University studies in Manchester and comes to appreciate her family and the sacrifices they made for her.
After a while, contact between Gavin and Lucy fizzles out as the past loses significance for them.
*** Spoiler if reading for the first time
.
As Katie Whittacker explained in the denouement, her father-in-law Arthur Harlesden ordered the fire that killed Lucy's parents when Lucy was 8.
In the...
#mystery
#risk
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