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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 11:52pm
25th Feb 2020 11:52pm
The View From The Top
rugged and bare moors set against a darkening sky
reddish-brown mills
fat pylons
farms and fields and valleys
Further on lay an austere three storey-house set on a mound, surrounded by statues and water fountains and a landscaped garden that overlooked the steep side hill leading down to river and to the abandoned factories and mills.
Based on a previous novel attempt set in the Lancashire and Yorkshire borders. Genre: Psychological Thriller
reddish-brown mills
fat pylons
farms and fields and valleys
Further on lay an austere three storey-house set on a mound, surrounded by statues and water fountains and a landscaped garden that overlooked the steep side hill leading down to river and to the abandoned factories and mills.
Based on a previous novel attempt set in the Lancashire and Yorkshire borders. Genre: Psychological Thriller
#countryside
#mystery
446 reads
6 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 11:08am
23rd Feb 2020 11:08am
Intuition (Hidden Shadows)
You love the shadows of my hidden self?
So, tell me why they hover as dark falls?
When you discover why, when does a wealth
Of intuition strike?
So, tell me why they hover as dark falls?
When you discover why, when does a wealth
Of intuition strike?
#love
#lust
#mystery
743 reads
6 Comments
Chuck
Chuck Todd
Chuck Todd
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2020 4:24am
23rd Feb 2020 4:24am
My Greatest Fear
My greatest fear
Has yet
Left me with no feel
In a paralyzed state
Lost with no recovery
My greatest fear
Has no place
Within the mind
Of this shattered soul
So I hold on
For dear life
Determined not
To drown
In my misery
My greatest fear
Has no boundaries
For I
Have never faced
Just one thing
That made me scared
My greatest fear
Maybe
A false thought
Disrupting my brain
Leaving me believing
That the unknown
Is my greatest fear
Has yet
Left me with no feel
In a paralyzed state
Lost with no recovery
My greatest fear
Has no place
Within the mind
Of this shattered soul
So I hold on
For dear life
Determined not
To drown
In my misery
My greatest fear
Has no boundaries
For I
Have never faced
Just one thing
That made me scared
My greatest fear
Maybe
A false thought
Disrupting my brain
Leaving me believing
That the unknown
Is my greatest fear
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
323 reads
0 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 00:00am
20th Feb 2020 00:00am
EL TIEMPO ES UNA MARIPOSA MORPHO AZUL-
Lento pero
Imposiblemente eficiente,
Capaz para evadir
Tu alcance
Siempre.
Imposiblemente eficiente,
Capaz para evadir
Tu alcance
Siempre.
#butterfly
#mystery
#MovingOn
416 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
Followed
When I step into the entrance hall, the same silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling.
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
#scary
#mystery
456 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
17th Feb 2020 6:17pm
Free Spirit
He only called his mother and father by their names,
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what he dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,
We’ll never know what he dreamt when he was only two years old.
May 1948 - January 1951
#StevieSmith
#death
#mystery
845 reads
6 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
9th Feb 2020 11:39pm
9th Feb 2020 11:39pm
Paradoxically Speaking
Since God is...by definition…
...Om-ni-Po-tent...
would not
...He…
theoretically
...be...
able to
construct
a mountain so
high and magnificent
that...paradoxically speaking...
...God Himself…
would not be able to
shift its position even
the tiniest wee little bit…?
...Om-ni-Po-tent...
would not
...He…
theoretically
...be...
able to
construct
a mountain so
high and magnificent
that...paradoxically speaking...
...God Himself…
would not be able to
shift its position even
the tiniest wee little bit…?
#God
#mystery
#philosophical
417 reads
7 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 4:52am
7th Feb 2020 4:52am
Game of Love
Love is a game
We hold back pieces
To seem a mystery
We play the game
It's not about winning
or losing
It's about getting
Into the Woman's
Heart and Soul!
We hold back pieces
To seem a mystery
We play the game
It's not about winning
or losing
It's about getting
Into the Woman's
Heart and Soul!
#love
#women
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
#sensual
586 reads
7 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 11:31am
1st Feb 2020 11:31am
A Poet’s Paradox*
( *according to Oxford )
A millionaire po’etess, very strange,
To be true to myself, negotiate!
How does that rate my writing in exchange,
Let’s see what’s in the 8 ball as my fate.
Commodities in verse, it says “Fuck Yes”;
A millionaire po’etess, very strange.
I might as well proclaim a lucky guess,
Come visit me I’m at the stock exchange.
The other times I’m practicing my range,
To duet with the artist known as ‘Sting’.
A millionaire po’etess, very strange;
I’m born with perfect pitch but I can’t sing.
...
A millionaire po’etess, very strange,
To be true to myself, negotiate!
How does that rate my writing in exchange,
Let’s see what’s in the 8 ball as my fate.
Commodities in verse, it says “Fuck Yes”;
A millionaire po’etess, very strange.
I might as well proclaim a lucky guess,
Come visit me I’m at the stock exchange.
The other times I’m practicing my range,
To duet with the artist known as ‘Sting’.
A millionaire po’etess, very strange;
I’m born with perfect pitch but I can’t sing.
...
#money
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
#poverty
663 reads
8 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 5:26am
31st Jan 2020 5:26am
THE SECRET POLTERGEIST
Have you ever felt eyes giving a stare
When finally all alone
Turning around but nothing is there...
Strange????
Seems it likes seeing you by yourself at home
Secluded in the moments change...
Making no importance to your chills
You want to be brave
The ghost is nothing to get scared thrills
Always have bragged of it in a grave
It's all in the mind that one feels...
You watch your late-night flick
As finally made some buttered popcorn
Everything is cool and slick
As watching a baby be born
How...
When finally all alone
Turning around but nothing is there...
Strange????
Seems it likes seeing you by yourself at home
Secluded in the moments change...
Making no importance to your chills
You want to be brave
The ghost is nothing to get scared thrills
Always have bragged of it in a grave
It's all in the mind that one feels...
You watch your late-night flick
As finally made some buttered popcorn
Everything is cool and slick
As watching a baby be born
How...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ghosts
#mystery
631 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 9:50pm
30th Jan 2020 9:50pm
A Dangerous Obsession
I memorise the address and shut the computer down, hurrying out of the office to my car.
Outside, dusk is settling over the area with a hint of damp and mugginess in the air. I drive quickly, nearly going through a red at a set of traffic lights. I continue on along the coastal road, tight chested.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I looked for her name, but I wish I hadn’t. The different surname indicates she has married since we last saw each other.
That shouldn’t bother me. But it does.
Leave it alone, I tell myself as I approach the...
Outside, dusk is settling over the area with a hint of damp and mugginess in the air. I drive quickly, nearly going through a red at a set of traffic lights. I continue on along the coastal road, tight chested.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I looked for her name, but I wish I hadn’t. The different surname indicates she has married since we last saw each other.
That shouldn’t bother me. But it does.
Leave it alone, I tell myself as I approach the...
#heartbroken
#lover
#mystery
559 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 10:08pm
25th Jan 2020 10:08pm
The Old Council House
They say Craig and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did Craig. I remember the three of us going and I remember the house well. The faded curtains. The musty smells. The shabby carpets. The elusive dancing shadows behind the loose banisters on the staircase. The torn settee by a pile of dusty newspapers. The purple vase in the corner with a fine wiry pattern etched in the glasswork. The metal guard around the gas fire. Model aeroplanes in the sitting room. Spitfires. Lancaster Bombers.
The whole place had a dark and gloomy feel,...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy feel,...
#loneliness
#childhood
#mystery
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