Least Read Mystery Poems
#mystery
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:47pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:47pm
Schrödingers Humans
Trapped inside this earthly box
filled with killer toxins
not even God can tell
what state we are in until
the box is opened.
Inside that box
we exist
dead and alive at the same time.
filled with killer toxins
not even God can tell
what state we are in until
the box is opened.
Inside that box
we exist
dead and alive at the same time.
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
Secrets - The Email
Email to Robert Holmes
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
#deception
#mystery
#separation
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 5:06pm
20th Dec 2024 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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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
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:51pm
20th Dec 2024 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
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
17th Jan 2025 10:12pm
Over and Over
the moment is fleeing itself,
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
scared of its own deflection
looking into the pond
out of the pond, siren song,
islets scattered with eyelets
shells borne of seasickness
a vessel emptied, clear glassy ides
marching towards a frail old secret
buried pleasure
of broken tongues
cooled flames of mild temper
sacrificial lamb risotto
spurned, scorned, and soured
as if you look past me, through me,
what do you see?
#boyfriend
#lover
#mystery #SelfReflection
#mystery #SelfReflection
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