Mystery by Top Critiquers Poems
#mystery
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:59am
28th Oct 2024 9:59am
When A Stranger Calls
Was it something that you said?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
#dark
#horror
#mystery
#PopCulture
#scary
78 reads
6 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
58 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Nov 2019 6:27am
21st Nov 2019 6:27am
the illuminati code
crack the codes I've written for you
let the books illuminate your mind
you are preprogrammed to be a receiver and a beacon
instructions are inside the words. music. and television
deep within you, it will click
and in an instant, you'll know you know just like that
I've been around since the beginning
though I'm brand new, just a fledgling
I've entered this dimension tightly wrapped by a mortal coil
some see me for what I am and listen closely
others are safely sleeping, just infants
I've sent you love letters across...
let the books illuminate your mind
you are preprogrammed to be a receiver and a beacon
instructions are inside the words. music. and television
deep within you, it will click
and in an instant, you'll know you know just like that
I've been around since the beginning
though I'm brand new, just a fledgling
I've entered this dimension tightly wrapped by a mortal coil
some see me for what I am and listen closely
others are safely sleeping, just infants
I've sent you love letters across...
#universe
#aliens
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
617 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
13th Nov 2024 3:39pm
Self Portrait Unknown Artist
Calling card
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
Lips
Shadow beard
Abstraction
Other face parts
Donated to charity
#art
#identity
#minimalist #mystery
#minimalist #mystery
153 reads
21 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
26th Aug 2018 1:49am
26th Aug 2018 1:49am
Boneyard
Transformed are faces
harbored bodies
amid an airborn boneyard
Its altitude of steel
depressurizing
passengers into corpses;
sleeping beauties
deep in demise
The Unknown--
its heaving ocean
depositing metal crumbs
that can never be followed
~
harbored bodies
amid an airborn boneyard
Its altitude of steel
depressurizing
passengers into corpses;
sleeping beauties
deep in demise
The Unknown--
its heaving ocean
depositing metal crumbs
that can never be followed
~
#mystery
899 reads
9 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 11:02pm
29th Nov 2022 11:02pm
WITHIN THE DARKNESS
Here I am still in the process of what night feels like, standing in the very abyss a room with only one way in and one way out. But yet still I remain in a trance staring, into the pits of the illusions that now has invaded my mind, seeking to get into my thoughts and emotions and feelings. Yet I am unafraid to face my fears of the unknown, that hides in the shadows of the illusions of night for I am not alone, in this world of the darkness as there is a light...a Halo over me shinning it's light down on my journey and travel and walk through the DARKNESS.
#scary
#mystery
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
476 reads
0 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Ride!
I've been up, down, underground
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
North, South, spun around
K-9, Doctor Who
Christopher Robin, Winnie-the-Pooh
Space odyssey, on the moon
Ziggy plays, Bowie in tune
Murder on the Orient Express
Agatha Christie, Poirot arrests
Up the junction, Wizard of Oz
Brain malfunction, just because
I've seen the stars, Venus and Mars
Back to the future in Marty's car
Crashing to Earth (still in search)
I'll hop on the bus, jump a cab
Catch the train in the pouring rain
HOME!
#fiction
#mystery
103 reads
14 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th May 2022 00:46am
25th May 2022 00:46am
Repurposing
All letters promise to haunt future eyes
As the crumbling ruination of thought...
Commenced Hell for leather as the ink dries
In eternity's mirage polyglot...
Dust blown ever whither and whence
Tumbling as just another wayward weed
And sometimes gathered by a rusty fence
Just long enough for some souls to read;
Mind flotsam and brain jetsam adrift...
A library of bottle message notes
For descendant sentience to sift
Like horse snouts in a bucket of oats
Treating treats to a kind of renewal
Like scholarship with bookshelf gruel, ...
As the crumbling ruination of thought...
Commenced Hell for leather as the ink dries
In eternity's mirage polyglot...
Dust blown ever whither and whence
Tumbling as just another wayward weed
And sometimes gathered by a rusty fence
Just long enough for some souls to read;
Mind flotsam and brain jetsam adrift...
A library of bottle message notes
For descendant sentience to sift
Like horse snouts in a bucket of oats
Treating treats to a kind of renewal
Like scholarship with bookshelf gruel, ...
#school
#learning
#mystery #philosophical
#mystery #philosophical
364 reads
5 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 7:32pm
8th Dec 2020 7:32pm
some three listed blabberations.. from the sacred hushes of tonight's gardens
1.
shape of hope~
their coxcomby hoisting inflorescence
in a slightly bent atop.. so humbling..
this eternal Amaranthus.. hangs
gently~ freely in a suspensional
silence... a music swinging within..
..their many pillared minarets~ become
tidal 🌊 wavelets of endless joining motions..
stands nearby
an encircling divinity of lotusy ponds.. their
waxing leafy matte~ message of Buddha's
detachment rolls on in the deciphering.. as
One language.. from their drifting...
shape of hope~
their coxcomby hoisting inflorescence
in a slightly bent atop.. so humbling..
this eternal Amaranthus.. hangs
gently~ freely in a suspensional
silence... a music swinging within..
..their many pillared minarets~ become
tidal 🌊 wavelets of endless joining motions..
stands nearby
an encircling divinity of lotusy ponds.. their
waxing leafy matte~ message of Buddha's
detachment rolls on in the deciphering.. as
One language.. from their drifting...
#LifeStruggles
#night
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#nostalgia
448 reads
3 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:35pm
11th Dec 2024 7:35pm
NoI NoU
Who am I ?
Who are we ?
Only thoughts that's all !
Not flesh, not blood.
No thinking
then no you.
No thinking
then no I.
All of us exist solely in the mind.
Where else could we be?
Are we in the mind or is the mind in us.?
Ephemeral.....what a nice word.
Who are we ?
Only thoughts that's all !
Not flesh, not blood.
No thinking
then no you.
No thinking
then no I.
All of us exist solely in the mind.
Where else could we be?
Are we in the mind or is the mind in us.?
Ephemeral.....what a nice word.
#mystery
51 reads
4 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 12:15pm
13th Jan 2024 12:15pm
Bramble
The gnarled bramble of human emotion,
it grows wild in mysterious configurations,
around the heart's secret sins.
Sometimes my emotions mutate,
into complex feeling lacking names.
Distorted haunting feelings without
explainable frames.
Yet you breeched the tangled me.
In stark desperation to find,
the entrance to my naked mind.
Enter the mist of my glossy abyss,
deeper than my bones.
Behold my glowing mysteries,
like a gurgling creek's hidden stones.
it grows wild in mysterious configurations,
around the heart's secret sins.
Sometimes my emotions mutate,
into complex feeling lacking names.
Distorted haunting feelings without
explainable frames.
Yet you breeched the tangled me.
In stark desperation to find,
the entrance to my naked mind.
Enter the mist of my glossy abyss,
deeper than my bones.
Behold my glowing mysteries,
like a gurgling creek's hidden stones.
#love
#mystery
#emotions
175 reads
19 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 4:56am
5th Apr 2024 4:56am
Grandmother's Mood
When she was young she was known to have a temper
She may have been little but she sure stood strong
But as she got older she became a different person
Her faith gave made her more stoic, pensive and calm
Grandma only gave a few hints about her past life
She had a rough childhood, she suffered and fought
But when she found her faith she had a connection
To put it simply, let’s just say the woman prayed a lot
It wasn’t until we were older when we got a glimpse
A couple of us kids and grandkids had really pissed her off
I...
She may have been little but she sure stood strong
But as she got older she became a different person
Her faith gave made her more stoic, pensive and calm
Grandma only gave a few hints about her past life
She had a rough childhood, she suffered and fought
But when she found her faith she had a connection
To put it simply, let’s just say the woman prayed a lot
It wasn’t until we were older when we got a glimpse
A couple of us kids and grandkids had really pissed her off
I...
#family
#mystery
143 reads
4 Comments
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