Mystery by Top Critiquers Poems
#mystery
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
221 reads
19 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 4:25am
11th Dec 2024 4:25am
Lucid Dreams of Bowling Alley Men
He had straight blonde hair and was young.
Perhaps I was too
He showed me a large, luxurious bedroom with many windows
I loved it,
but it was a guest room.
Who was he?
He worked at a bowling alley.
Wha?
No...
Well, maybe it's okay
He showed me another beautiful guest space.
Why?
And what made him keeper of the keys?
I change into a clingy, champagne-colored dress
It looks great
How is this possible?
He's wonderful
He's an idiot
No, he's perfect
but he's...
Perhaps I was too
He showed me a large, luxurious bedroom with many windows
I loved it,
but it was a guest room.
Who was he?
He worked at a bowling alley.
Wha?
No...
Well, maybe it's okay
He showed me another beautiful guest space.
Why?
And what made him keeper of the keys?
I change into a clingy, champagne-colored dress
It looks great
How is this possible?
He's wonderful
He's an idiot
No, he's perfect
but he's...
#dreams
#mystery
159 reads
16 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 9:00pm
29th Jul 2021 9:00pm
Femininity Part 2 (+Reading)
Femininity is not in beautifully applied makeup,
not in a smooth gait,
not in a flirtatious look,
Femininity is not all in appearance,
although it shows through the exterior
Femininity is a special kind of energy,
the subtlest radiation emanating from the deepest feelings,
from the soul of a woman ...
Not all women have femininity,
moreover,
Femininity has become more difficult in this world,
for in so much of the majority it is challenged,
and for many it is not, it was never ...
Femininity is impossible to learn... ...
not in a smooth gait,
not in a flirtatious look,
Femininity is not all in appearance,
although it shows through the exterior
Femininity is a special kind of energy,
the subtlest radiation emanating from the deepest feelings,
from the soul of a woman ...
Not all women have femininity,
moreover,
Femininity has become more difficult in this world,
for in so much of the majority it is challenged,
and for many it is not, it was never ...
Femininity is impossible to learn... ...
#love
#women
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#passion
694 reads
25 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 4:58pm
15th Jan 2024 4:58pm
mystery of night
I met
many people
came to
ejaculate
in the
candlelit room,
but
that white shadow
of your luxurious love
never allowed me to feel
a pleasant experience...
You always floating
in my eyes
by wearing wings
and disappear
into the lake
full of stars
as soon as
the sun's rays
fall on the earth...
many people
came to
ejaculate
in the
candlelit room,
but
that white shadow
of your luxurious love
never allowed me to feel
a pleasant experience...
You always floating
in my eyes
by wearing wings
and disappear
into the lake
full of stars
as soon as
the sun's rays
fall on the earth...
#night
#mystery
323 reads
18 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
1st Feb 2025 2:29pm
Visage
Warm glazed sunrise through frost on glass
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
That views the lawn's faint white traced grass
Then 'cross the road and through the trees
Trunks brown shoed with fallen leaves
Going hushed, collar up, hands in pockets
Cold solitude feeling somehow worth it
I've a wandering soul too long kept home
Here tethered though I've longed to roam
[The sphere of men's a strangling coil, ever tightening
I should've gone rambling, a wilding, a viking
Tossed the dice, cut ties and bonds for room to grow
Loosed the stasis of things to...
#myself
#mystery
#TruthOfLife
103 reads
13 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 11:50am
28th Nov 2018 11:50am
Between the Lines
look closer
see deeper
feel me
see deeper
feel me
#mystery
548 reads
18 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Jul 2023 1:41am
9th Jul 2023 1:41am
the locked drawer mystery
there”s something in my desk you might be eager to see, please, take a look ..
well no, I didn’t mean that, that’s just embarrassing, I beg you, put it back ..”
well no, I didn’t mean that, that’s just embarrassing, I beg you, put it back ..”
#fiction
#mystery
199 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
Drifting Whispers ...
Drifting yes we all drifting in meaning,
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
#mystery
60 reads
4 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2012 1:05am
3rd Jul 2012 1:05am
Hecate's Moon
I am the moon
I spell an otherworldly chant for you
words heard by but a few
I shine on you
children of the night
worshippers of Hecate
I am the moon
I see the footsteps
you will leave
upon the sands of time
some will allow roses
to grow, and others, thorns
I am the moon
I weld power beyond your ken
beyond the knowledge
and understanding of man
for nearer to ingenuity
Is the path to insanity
I am the moon
I walk in the darkness
path illuminated by visions ...
I spell an otherworldly chant for you
words heard by but a few
I shine on you
children of the night
worshippers of Hecate
I am the moon
I see the footsteps
you will leave
upon the sands of time
some will allow roses
to grow, and others, thorns
I am the moon
I weld power beyond your ken
beyond the knowledge
and understanding of man
for nearer to ingenuity
Is the path to insanity
I am the moon
I walk in the darkness
path illuminated by visions ...
#mythology
#mystery
1106 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 2:49pm
8th Jan 2025 2:49pm
Pulp Fiction
"Trust not the heart, for it's a dance"
As the dark becomes the hunter
into the fray before dawn breaks
In a labyrinth where echoes dwell
of murmurs fraught with wilting grief
Wearing a fedora of haunting fatale
behind a shadowed door of faded memories
As the dark becomes the hunter
into the fray before dawn breaks
In a labyrinth where echoes dwell
of murmurs fraught with wilting grief
Wearing a fedora of haunting fatale
behind a shadowed door of faded memories
#dark
#mystery
#night
137 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
24th Feb 2025 11:52pm
Mystery in Her Eyes
Mystery in Her Eyes
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
Eleusinian mystery burns in her eyes
That torch my soul in a madhouse opera
On the altar of her sanctified sorcery
Whose electric neon smile
Glows with the oracular trance of Pythia
When her coiled dance conjures the serpentine flames
From the thousand fires of her incendiary mysticism
That glows like stars on a future horizon
Where the Bride of the firebird sings her darkly lit magic
Under the candlelight of a chandelier sky
#mystery
#passion
#seductive
#sensual
#women
88 reads
4 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:13pm
5th Apr 2024 11:13pm
The Alliance of Fantasy
Friday after work
we should meet in some dive bar
unknown to each other
assessing the prospects
to conjure our own version
of happy hour.
Somehow
we become aware of each other
maybe accidental recognition
or simply the draw of pheromones
not a detail that really matters
You will see the urgency in my eyes
and you will pepper our interaction
with all those tasty hints
that will lead us away from the crowd
and into each other.
But instead,
I will take off my work pants
to shake off...
we should meet in some dive bar
unknown to each other
assessing the prospects
to conjure our own version
of happy hour.
Somehow
we become aware of each other
maybe accidental recognition
or simply the draw of pheromones
not a detail that really matters
You will see the urgency in my eyes
and you will pepper our interaction
with all those tasty hints
that will lead us away from the crowd
and into each other.
But instead,
I will take off my work pants
to shake off...
#lust
#dreams
#mystery
205 reads
6 Comments
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