Long Mystery Poems
#mystery
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27am
Yesterday 9:27am
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
30 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
Secrets - Confrontation (1)
The sky's darkening, urging me to turn back.
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
56 reads
7 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 2:11am
5th Sep 2024 2:11am
Rug Warts - with Shilohverse
TWILIGHT
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
Discreet, dressed in "dandy," chomping at the bit. With the origins of fog and mist as if schizophrenia is falling giving birth to psychopaths, and the madness of nailing the soul to the Ouija board. Fog clings to the cobblestone as if a tentacle wrapping around my spats. "This little piggy went to market." Seeping into my bones as goth is my witness biting my tongue with anxiety, leaving the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. "Mama what big eyes you have." Savoring the taste of my blood. Hearing Big Ben in the...
#collaboration
#dark
#mystery
142 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 5:16pm
24th Aug 2024 5:16pm
Silent - Warehouse On Fire
The Present, Lucy
She walks, or rather hobbles, across a path as fast as she can – difficult after a day or so lying in a dark room. She has to keep stopping and starting, ready to pass out from exhaustion. Eventually, she comes to a car parked behind a high, abandoned wall and waits outside, trembling. Her hands are tied, so she can't get into the vehicle. What's happening? Does Katie know this man? Was Katie involved in the fire too? Terence?
Katie Whittaker returns. 'Jace phoned me in a panic and Pete and Scott told me everything. Come on, Lucy, I'm taking you...
She walks, or rather hobbles, across a path as fast as she can – difficult after a day or so lying in a dark room. She has to keep stopping and starting, ready to pass out from exhaustion. Eventually, she comes to a car parked behind a high, abandoned wall and waits outside, trembling. Her hands are tied, so she can't get into the vehicle. What's happening? Does Katie know this man? Was Katie involved in the fire too? Terence?
Katie Whittaker returns. 'Jace phoned me in a panic and Pete and Scott told me everything. Come on, Lucy, I'm taking you...
#mystery
#risk
70 reads
4 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
22nd Aug 2024 9:36pm
Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 2
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
95 reads
2 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
22nd Aug 2024 8:56am
Nature Speaks
Rain fell before dawn
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
Cleansing
Purifying
Catalyst of growth
Symbol of prophesy
Stepping out
Startled by a hawk's cry
Loud and nearby
Screeching seven times
eight times
seven times
The distance answering five
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle
Eight like a ladder
Reveals the ability to rise
And go beyond nature
The realm of infinite possibilities
Seven is the symbol of spirit, sustenance, and struggle.
Five meaning, Lo, Behold!
Swooping ...
#mystery
#spiritual
180 reads
15 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 1:44pm
18th Aug 2024 1:44pm
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
27 reads
4 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 9:29pm
15th Aug 2024 9:29pm
Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 1
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
79 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 4:14pm
15th Aug 2024 4:14pm
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
22 reads
10 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 6:49pm
9th Aug 2024 6:49pm
Murder at the Speakeasy
Grayson Wallace had been in New York for only a day before he was invited to a speakeasy by a large and garrulous waitress in a cafe, who flirted with him in the moments between steam bellowing from a giant percolator. It was 1922 and Wallace was four years from the torments of the last, Great War, a lot of which he'd spent going mad in a makeshift French hospital from the effects of mustard gas. He hadn't been able to eat horseradish since, and this minor loss to his dietary enjoyments struck him as somehow one of the more significant details of the trauma that entailed from service.
...
...
#fiction
#historical
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
73 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 5:50pm
9th Aug 2024 5:50pm
Silent - A Deranged Man
The Present, Lucy
'Hurry up,' the man in the baseball cap says, dragging her by the arm, up a semi flight of concrete stairs, into a long corridor. He yanks her along when her strength gives way, his breathing rapid and heavy. 'I have a knife and I will use it on you if necessary. I will kill you. Stop messing about.'
She hadn't seen the knife. But the weapon changes everything. Everyone knows that when a stranger makes a threat, they intend to carry out the threat.
'A few moments ago, I received a phone call from a woman informing me that she knows of...
'Hurry up,' the man in the baseball cap says, dragging her by the arm, up a semi flight of concrete stairs, into a long corridor. He yanks her along when her strength gives way, his breathing rapid and heavy. 'I have a knife and I will use it on you if necessary. I will kill you. Stop messing about.'
She hadn't seen the knife. But the weapon changes everything. Everyone knows that when a stranger makes a threat, they intend to carry out the threat.
'A few moments ago, I received a phone call from a woman informing me that she knows of...
#mystery
#risk
56 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 5:36pm
13th Jul 2024 5:36pm
Silent - A Tragedy
Two Years Ago, Gavin
After that? Pretty blurred, really. Tragic, like a dying swan. All that beauty gone. Jace invited me back to his for a drink and a grill up, but I made a decision: get a train and return home early, enough of Philippa. Dawn went to fetch Paul, and Paul drove Dawn, Jace and me back to Lyme House to collect my stuff. Then on to the train station.
We didn't say much on the way to the station. Such an intensity of emotion, Jace and Dawn seemed upset by my departure, even though we hardly knew each other.
At the station, Dawn hugged me,...
After that? Pretty blurred, really. Tragic, like a dying swan. All that beauty gone. Jace invited me back to his for a drink and a grill up, but I made a decision: get a train and return home early, enough of Philippa. Dawn went to fetch Paul, and Paul drove Dawn, Jace and me back to Lyme House to collect my stuff. Then on to the train station.
We didn't say much on the way to the station. Such an intensity of emotion, Jace and Dawn seemed upset by my departure, even though we hardly knew each other.
At the station, Dawn hugged me,...
#mystery
#risk
#tragedy
78 reads
2 Comments
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