Mystery Poems
#mystery
Mystery poems, strange tales and mysterious poems about things which are impossible to explain. Mystery poems includes poetry with elements of suspense, enigma, paradox and unusual goings on.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 2:30am
4th Apr 2020 2:30am
Beast?
They crashed into a murky time and place
and found a giant’s cave to shelter in
He claimed them as his prey with leering face
Lascivious, the hunger in his grin.
She offered up herself to save the child,
unto the heathen stranger bared her breast
But -- blood he scented on the breezes wild
and left her untouched, breathless and perplexed.
With curdling howl he vanished to the chase
A moonless night in frigid dew they spent
They both feared his return back to that place
But she also feared his abandonment
His virile...
and found a giant’s cave to shelter in
He claimed them as his prey with leering face
Lascivious, the hunger in his grin.
She offered up herself to save the child,
unto the heathen stranger bared her breast
But -- blood he scented on the breezes wild
and left her untouched, breathless and perplexed.
With curdling howl he vanished to the chase
A moonless night in frigid dew they spent
They both feared his return back to that place
But she also feared his abandonment
His virile...
#dark
#forest
#mystery #NaPoWriMo2020
#mystery #NaPoWriMo2020
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7 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 9:25pm
3rd Apr 2020 9:25pm
WE ARE THAT TREE
For to kill all life one must first kill the roots of the tree, that grows roots that runs deeper than deep, with branches that reach out and green leaves upon each arm symbolizing the birth of life, that reaches towards the sunlight that gives all things life. But still through these darken times of separation, as the life of what we had known suddenly stops being life, it is through these moments that we are force to reunite as peoples standing as one nation no matter the race creed or color. But yet I ponder throught the stairway of my deepest thoughts will it continue on into the future...
#dialogue
#mystery
#tragedy
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
664 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 3:07am
3rd Apr 2020 3:07am
Unto The Quantized Mystical Awakening of You, i (re)form anew.. as 'our' infinite abubble
there are some grim reality documentary, in poetry too:
this is perhap a need for Parthenium hysterophorus neglected
issue in a shout out (google the plant for more shocking details)
the noxious partheniums are everywhere here.. invasive
a planted biowarfare? spread unchecked so widespread
like a staple.
the so common people think no more than it’s simply
an ubiquitous weed. and as a native one too. pathetic!
hmm. pretty anything conveniently comfortable goes
with them. especially whatever it takes to keep them ...
this is perhap a need for Parthenium hysterophorus neglected
issue in a shout out (google the plant for more shocking details)
the noxious partheniums are everywhere here.. invasive
a planted biowarfare? spread unchecked so widespread
like a staple.
the so common people think no more than it’s simply
an ubiquitous weed. and as a native one too. pathetic!
hmm. pretty anything conveniently comfortable goes
with them. especially whatever it takes to keep them ...
#love
#nature
#spiritual
#dialogue
#mystery
486 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 9:45am
25th Mar 2020 9:45am
THROUGH A CHILD'S EYES
Here we are going through this situation, yet it seems like there is no end in sight of things changing for the better. For we have become prisoners in our own homes, even gotten to the point of view we have become so afraid to touch or speak to one another, because of this unknown attack on human life. That most have become so destine in the past days that have come and gone, for where did this virus come from that has crippled the world within days of the outbreak, killing countless people all across the globe young and old dying before there time upon this earth. For is this a curse force...
#scary
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#mystery
#tragedy
508 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 9:16pm
22nd Mar 2020 9:16pm
Trapped
She starts to shake. He's confessed to murdering her parents and he must feel he has nothing further to lose.
He flings open a bulky, rotting door, revealing a vast barren landscape made up of waterways and pylons and waste metal and industrial garbage. A blast of hot air surges into the building, along with a cloud of dust, hitting her in the face.
There's no sign of the police or Maxine. Instead, a giant incinerator spews out smoke in the distance, thick smoke, a foreboding shade of black, and the sun looks an unnatural shade of orange.
He flings open a bulky, rotting door, revealing a vast barren landscape made up of waterways and pylons and waste metal and industrial garbage. A blast of hot air surges into the building, along with a cloud of dust, hitting her in the face.
There's no sign of the police or Maxine. Instead, a giant incinerator spews out smoke in the distance, thick smoke, a foreboding shade of black, and the sun looks an unnatural shade of orange.
#conflict
#mystery
#risk
365 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
20th Mar 2020 4:06am
Secrets Revealed...Kind Of
I’m a walking riddle hiding amidst verses gone unnoticed,
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection #mystery
#SelfReflection #mystery
542 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 9:22pm
11th Mar 2020 9:22pm
The Man At The Theatre
Waves dance to and fro, causing vibrations to pass through the pier
A thud. The main door of the theatre opens, shuts
A man steps out, dressed in a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside lighting, like a disembodied spectre
The man opens up an umbrella and peers in the distance, as if searching for someone
A thud. The main door of the theatre opens, shuts
A man steps out, dressed in a suit and an overcoat, his silhouette illuminated from the outside lighting, like a disembodied spectre
The man opens up an umbrella and peers in the distance, as if searching for someone
#loneliness
#sea
#mystery
383 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 12:22pm
9th Mar 2020 12:22pm
CONFIDENCE IN THYSELF
What is it about conquering our fears, that has us so confused at times and afraid to even voyage into the depth of our own subconsciousness of our own mind. The real genuine fragments of our deepest thought of thoughts that are sometimes seen, as an masquerade disguise hiding us behind a mask of doult and blame as we take the fault when in fact it wasnt our fault at all. What is it about being imperfect, that makes you blinded to the truth of the fact that not even you are made...
#motivational
#inspirational
#scary
#mystery
#tragedy
481 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 11:28pm
8th Mar 2020 11:28pm
The Mystery of Love
If someone had foretold that you would hold me so close to your heart,
I would have laughed and said, “That is not going to happen to me.”
Even if my mind had told me that I would win the love of a goddess,
I would have regarded it as a dream that could not possibly come true.
My darling, I could not conceive of a woman with such sweet love,
Neither could I envision the beauty and rare charm that you possess.
If you were not standing right in front of me with that pretty smile,
I would not believe that you really love me with your whole heart. ...
I would have laughed and said, “That is not going to happen to me.”
Even if my mind had told me that I would win the love of a goddess,
I would have regarded it as a dream that could not possibly come true.
My darling, I could not conceive of a woman with such sweet love,
Neither could I envision the beauty and rare charm that you possess.
If you were not standing right in front of me with that pretty smile,
I would not believe that you really love me with your whole heart. ...
#love
#beauty
#stars
#rainbow
#mystery
443 reads
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ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 10:04pm
8th Mar 2020 10:04pm
%% Percent, Percent ~ (I am NEON #1)
v.1]
In the shadows,
Seems almost too silent.
(Soon soon soon) x2
Melancholy,
Might make someone rescue you.
(Cool cool cool) x2
[pre-hook]
Lost lonely girls, are like ice cream--cold to the core.
Sweet, frosted love, to the touch of a tongue, who can’t see.
We’re searchin’ at the wrong times,
In the wrong ways.
The path less taken,
Could be my last mistake.
[hook]
I may look easy, but look here once again.
These are desperate times—is it worth it though, baby?
Searchin’...
In the shadows,
Seems almost too silent.
(Soon soon soon) x2
Melancholy,
Might make someone rescue you.
(Cool cool cool) x2
[pre-hook]
Lost lonely girls, are like ice cream--cold to the core.
Sweet, frosted love, to the touch of a tongue, who can’t see.
We’re searchin’ at the wrong times,
In the wrong ways.
The path less taken,
Could be my last mistake.
[hook]
I may look easy, but look here once again.
These are desperate times—is it worth it though, baby?
Searchin’...
#temptation
#dreams
#mystery
405 reads
0 Comments
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
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Mar 2020 8:47pm
1st Mar 2020 8:47pm
The Bike Ride
They say the bike race was my idea, that Craig Winters and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But Craig's mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play before school starts again?
Five of us rode to the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill. Me. Craig. Gordon. Callum Jenkins. And Callum's cousin Shane Jenkins. Or Skinny Shane, as we called him. We left about one o'clock and took bottles of squash.
I won the bike race, like always. The...
Five of us rode to the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill. Me. Craig. Gordon. Callum Jenkins. And Callum's cousin Shane Jenkins. Or Skinny Shane, as we called him. We left about one o'clock and took bottles of squash.
I won the bike race, like always. The...
#childhood
#countryside
#mystery
514 reads
10 Comments
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