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.
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
7th Jul 2018 8:24pm
7th Jul 2018 8:24pm
The Gathering The Dup Murders Part 7
After sending Mclovin on a mission to all 8 Poetry houses including the alliance of The Guardians, he came back triumphant with 6 members following in behind him.Hades' motioned for everyone to have a seat at the table to review their Dup Stats:
Cyndi Moone: The Calm, aka The Believer aka The Cheerful One, Sent to represent the Thought Provokers, known for her powerful protection spells and thought provoking poetry...
Shakespearean: The Sweet, aka The Renaissance Man aka The Lover of...
Cyndi Moone: The Calm, aka The Believer aka The Cheerful One, Sent to represent the Thought Provokers, known for her powerful protection spells and thought provoking poetry...
Shakespearean: The Sweet, aka The Renaissance Man aka The Lover of...
#ShortStory
#mystery
752 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 7:28pm
12th Jun 2018 7:28pm
forever pantomimes a perennial melancholy, silhouetted blackbird of the rustic fence & red suns
#convoluted geometries
tempestuous matrices
in enervating tangential faceoffs
their bombastic munitions
in poetically grilled curvatures
beam coppery mawkish
with trapped metal moth
intersections
crossed unto clotted alloys
glassine monasteries in hymns
calmly smelt an insouciant peace
from the splashed lurid reds
of the timorous minds
in descried opacities
‘thusly cometh a full circle’
its orbiting cometic warriors
of unshakeable realizations
confront the highly...
tempestuous matrices
in enervating tangential faceoffs
their bombastic munitions
in poetically grilled curvatures
beam coppery mawkish
with trapped metal moth
intersections
crossed unto clotted alloys
glassine monasteries in hymns
calmly smelt an insouciant peace
from the splashed lurid reds
of the timorous minds
in descried opacities
‘thusly cometh a full circle’
its orbiting cometic warriors
of unshakeable realizations
confront the highly...
#dark
#dreams
#peace
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
993 reads
7 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
11th Jun 2018 12:07pm
11th Jun 2018 12:07pm
Pale Masque
I see it
nearly every day
pop up to the left
announcing your arrival
Is it fragile -
Asian porcelain ...
or shatterproof
smooth Turkish alabaster?
Makes me want to
tap
caress
remove ... everything
So desperate I seem
to uncover
your cryptic truth
a primal vital need to ...
Uncover
unearth
unleash
all that is beneath
nearly every day
pop up to the left
announcing your arrival
Is it fragile -
Asian porcelain ...
or shatterproof
smooth Turkish alabaster?
Makes me want to
tap
caress
remove ... everything
So desperate I seem
to uncover
your cryptic truth
a primal vital need to ...
Uncover
unearth
unleash
all that is beneath
#mystery
#crush
278 reads
9 Comments
kinalishohe
Poem Published
8th Jun 2018 9:41pm
8th Jun 2018 9:41pm
Paradox
What I thought I was, was I really that?
What I think I am, am I really that?
Fear of everything is a very heavy burden,
How would it feel to lose this fear?
How would it feel to be positive?
Wanting to embrace death yet to fear it these whims of mine is out of my grasp.
I want love when I'm already loved,
I want freedom when I'm already free,
Why do I feel empty and cold?
All the words are dying,
What is it that my soul is asking for?
As I get ready to self destruct, it really seems beautiful and all I could think is of the...
What I think I am, am I really that?
Fear of everything is a very heavy burden,
How would it feel to lose this fear?
How would it feel to be positive?
Wanting to embrace death yet to fear it these whims of mine is out of my grasp.
I want love when I'm already loved,
I want freedom when I'm already free,
Why do I feel empty and cold?
All the words are dying,
What is it that my soul is asking for?
As I get ready to self destruct, it really seems beautiful and all I could think is of the...
#identity
#mystery
753 reads
4 Comments
aabbchot
Poem Published
31st May 2018 8:29am
31st May 2018 8:29am
POET BEE CATASTROPHE
Kevin says write every day,
honing skill many way,
modest subjects bubble away,
what seemed work,
no longer shirked,
becomes joy,
recurring toy,
turning labouring writer,
into playful midnight oil skiter.
Writing thirty nine poems,
sitting among garden gnomes,
trying not to foam,
snakes scorpions slithering,
imagination shielding dithering,
incorporating into story,
was mundane now allegory,
previous reader interest slumber,
now rapidly expanding unencumber,
gosh hope don't blunder,
perhaps...
honing skill many way,
modest subjects bubble away,
what seemed work,
no longer shirked,
becomes joy,
recurring toy,
turning labouring writer,
into playful midnight oil skiter.
Writing thirty nine poems,
sitting among garden gnomes,
trying not to foam,
snakes scorpions slithering,
imagination shielding dithering,
incorporating into story,
was mundane now allegory,
previous reader interest slumber,
now rapidly expanding unencumber,
gosh hope don't blunder,
perhaps...
#mystery
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0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
15th May 2018 9:13am
15th May 2018 9:13am
a rambling repetitiveness of an incurable kind
of light & hope's
incongruence
an open staged, a strange charging
extempore, fires electric branchlets, in
a blink’s switched on pitch-black
twilights
[an exhaustive neverbirthing
pre-rain trauma, devoid of
even its petrichor haunts]
challenge
over
the daylong glaring window suns
in slanted entrance- irrepressibly
knotting the twisted minds
in discrete sterilizations
an alignment’s hope
in an ethereal composure
hangs clouded in
the unbecoming ...
incongruence
an open staged, a strange charging
extempore, fires electric branchlets, in
a blink’s switched on pitch-black
twilights
[an exhaustive neverbirthing
pre-rain trauma, devoid of
even its petrichor haunts]
challenge
over
the daylong glaring window suns
in slanted entrance- irrepressibly
knotting the twisted minds
in discrete sterilizations
an alignment’s hope
in an ethereal composure
hangs clouded in
the unbecoming ...
#apocalypse
#WritingPoetry
#mystery #freedom
#mystery #freedom
732 reads
4 Comments
SURVIVOR
Poem Published
12th May 2018 10:06am
12th May 2018 10:06am
Shadowy Shades Of Reflection {Written by Survivor with ExistenceInSilence}
In shadowy shades
of reflection radiant
arctic blue gaze grew
in intensity the
profundity of her
anguish
His eye's locked in
the mirrors silvery
glaze staring into
turbulent eyes
glittering with tears
Somehow time had
come for her to go
In vain he whispered
a last question
into the mirror
"can't you talk to me,
please?"
Broken reflection an image of stormy
skies understanding
taking form clearing
her minds haze
Aching with...
of reflection radiant
arctic blue gaze grew
in intensity the
profundity of her
anguish
His eye's locked in
the mirrors silvery
glaze staring into
turbulent eyes
glittering with tears
Somehow time had
come for her to go
In vain he whispered
a last question
into the mirror
"can't you talk to me,
please?"
Broken reflection an image of stormy
skies understanding
taking form clearing
her minds haze
Aching with...
#fate
#ghosts
#mystery #tragedy
#mystery #tragedy
779 reads
7 Comments
rockyriver
Poem Published
24th Apr 2018 6:39pm
24th Apr 2018 6:39pm
Treasure
As I wandered
Through the day
Thinking thoughts
Along the way
Gazed at trees
Bright displays
Contrast to this
Day in gray
Same sun
Softens ice
Hardens clay
Same sun
Gives us light
Fades away
Same sun
Warms our faces
Burns in pain
Wind can change
Steal a flame
Steal the heat
Bring the rain
A wisp of smoke
Distorts the way
Window closed
Shattered pane
Same tree
Blocks the light
Brings the shade
Same strength
Holds...
Through the day
Thinking thoughts
Along the way
Gazed at trees
Bright displays
Contrast to this
Day in gray
Same sun
Softens ice
Hardens clay
Same sun
Gives us light
Fades away
Same sun
Warms our faces
Burns in pain
Wind can change
Steal a flame
Steal the heat
Bring the rain
A wisp of smoke
Distorts the way
Window closed
Shattered pane
Same tree
Blocks the light
Brings the shade
Same strength
Holds...
#God
#mystery
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0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2018 8:38pm
23rd Apr 2018 8:38pm
bloodred
bloodreds, screaming haem
your fragmented petals
in much unelaborated
causal detachments
clotted brittle murky margins
you see
all what I see
is your oozing core
from leathery
remnantals
your frozen rosaceous memories
explode [hardened boundaries
of death’s inching in bitter teeth]
in a thawing resurface towards
the boldening dreamt realms
a bloody bleeding revolution
aggregates your pain-scatter
in an inner-calling coherence
on the ruined...
your fragmented petals
in much unelaborated
causal detachments
clotted brittle murky margins
you see
all what I see
is your oozing core
from leathery
remnantals
your frozen rosaceous memories
explode [hardened boundaries
of death’s inching in bitter teeth]
in a thawing resurface towards
the boldening dreamt realms
a bloody bleeding revolution
aggregates your pain-scatter
in an inner-calling coherence
on the ruined...
#hope
#death
#flowers
#spring
#mystery
644 reads
4 Comments
RByron418
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 10:13am
18th Apr 2018 10:13am
Mythra
promises of eternal golden calves
in anewed, anointed guises
whilst the whores of babylon live dispersed
incognito, shaded in premature dreams
of wrath masked as salvation
the bull of Mithra may now live
unmolested, but unredeemed
for he of the logos revealed as man
bled for the suffering of ascension
and thus commanded us to consume
his blood rather than baptize in it
but alas, this wound seems immune to healing
and floods battlefields and minds
with the entrails of the faithful and
the faithless alike
...
in anewed, anointed guises
whilst the whores of babylon live dispersed
incognito, shaded in premature dreams
of wrath masked as salvation
the bull of Mithra may now live
unmolested, but unredeemed
for he of the logos revealed as man
bled for the suffering of ascension
and thus commanded us to consume
his blood rather than baptize in it
but alas, this wound seems immune to healing
and floods battlefields and minds
with the entrails of the faithful and
the faithless alike
...
#religion
#spiritual
#mystery
506 reads
1 Comment
HedonsHerald
Poem Published
18th Apr 2018 5:42am
18th Apr 2018 5:42am
Anachronism as Intertextuality
Cast back the line
With your tongue as hook,
Pulling Pound into Homer.
Grim-gripping sages
Cut epochs like mastodon meat.
But time is gristled sinew
Thought pulled tau(gh)t
Across a flexing membrane
Of growth and rot.
Answer Homeric Shame with Christian Guilt!
Call Mary Shelley a Modernist!
Shapes of yesteryear cast shadows forward,
but shadows dance both ways.
With your tongue as hook,
Pulling Pound into Homer.
Grim-gripping sages
Cut epochs like mastodon meat.
But time is gristled sinew
Thought pulled tau(gh)t
Across a flexing membrane
Of growth and rot.
Answer Homeric Shame with Christian Guilt!
Call Mary Shelley a Modernist!
Shapes of yesteryear cast shadows forward,
but shadows dance both ways.
#mystery
682 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Apr 2018 2:37am
14th Apr 2018 2:37am
that bloody clock ..
we're in the pub at lunchtime
no one's looking at the clock
and yeah we're late back for work
although so bloody what ..
no one's looking at the clock
and yeah we're late back for work
although so bloody what ..
#mystery
570 reads
2 Comments
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