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Sonnet Mystery Poems | Sonnet Poems About Mystery

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How Wonderful It Is

How Wonderful It Is

How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way
Those birds they sing a melody
How it does fill the very air
These birds are singing everywhere
The morning breeze caresses me
How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way

I have no worries; I’m alright!
I watch those lovely birds in flight
Those birds they sing a melody
The morning breeze caresses me
How wonderful it is today
I love my life in every way

12 May 2016 
"Sonnetina Rispetto"
The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each.
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or
with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2.
The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem.
Any subject.

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust

It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst

In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009

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Betrayed Expectations

Betrayed Expectations 

I flew to Olympus, to find its heart	
armor intact against Hades' dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start 
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path.  

Yet there I found only an empty throne	
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.	
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown.	
Such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained.
Thunder and lightning I didn’t yearn to find  
Nor divine favors for eternal youth. 
I wanted reassurance, peace of mind, 
justice for all and no distorted truth.	

At the foot of Olympus I sought love	 
but no compassion came down from above.

Robert Lindley & Paul Callus ~ 29TH November 2015

Note: It was a true pleasure collaborating with my friend
Paul Callus on this poem. His poetic advice and addition
both were top notch. And appreciated greatly was the 
opportunity to learn from him.
You have my sincere thanks, my very talented poetic friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Give me a break I am PMS ing

I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun

I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick

I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey

Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

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Euphoria this morning, it hits me
now and then. A feeling of joy and peace.
A feeling of well being, sense of we
rather than I, quickening, a release,
knowledge that there is another world
so close that I can touch it if I choose,
a sense of all the others that I hold
at bay on ordinary days, let loose
in the room, the house, in the universe,
and I know I am invited to join
them where they are, here and in the reverse,
seen and unobserved, a flip of a coin
away. I hold the door open slightly,
at times for hours, then, close it gently.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2008

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Crossing Time

Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The lonely chime of my eternal rhyme
Perception fills the universe with lies
Tugging the long thread woven in its cloth
To mend life's fragile coat with blinded eyes
Feel it burn in death's flame another moth

I've tasted the waters of life's fountain
And quenched my old thirst again and again

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009

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Being Here

Being Here

To be here now is wonderful
Just being here enjoying all
So love your life the way it is
Just being you the way you are

You do not have to be a star
You only need to live with bliss
To be here now is wonderful
Just being here enjoying all

Don’t matter future, nor the past
This moment now is very vast
So love your life the way it is
You only need to live with bliss

To be here now is wonderful
Just being here enjoying all

30 March

Sonnetina Rispetto" 

The "Sonnetina Rispetto" is a new poetry form 
created by Dorian Petersen Potter 
on September 8,2009. 

This form has 14 lines with 8 syllables each. 
It can be written in 3 quatrain stanzas and a couplet or 

with an Octave(8) and a Sestet(6) lines. 

The rhyme scheme is as follows: A1,A2,B1,c,c,B2,A1,A2,d,d,B1,B2,A1,A2. 

The capitals A1,A2,B1 and B2...stands for the refrain lines in the poem. 

Any subject.[/left]

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Hobo Walking Past Our House

Hobo Walking Past Our House

He looked like man walking with rocks in his shoes,
a bit edgy, with shadows flitting about.
Dark clouds about him, sending the lonesome blues,
smiling alligator with a toothless snout.

Stopping to look back, time waving its hello's,
angry at not having what he left behind;
an old man, one of those queer little fellows
with nothing about him speaking as refined.

A frown formed upon his dark, withering face,
as his ragged, torn hat hung on him quite low.
Started again, he walked at a limp pace,
leaving questions, answers nobody can know.

Disappearing from our sight, one of his goals.
Like an ancient furnace, with no burning coals.

R.J. Lindley
SEPT.22ND 1976

Note: Edited recently to meet the eleven syllable verse uniformly.

Syllables Per Line:	
11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11
Total # Syllables:	154
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	111

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Mystery at the Old Wooden Bridge

(An invented ghost tale)

A tale was told how centuries ago
at one old wooden bridge, there had occurred
a tragedy, for led there by some foe,
three children, by his scythe, were massacred.

It plagued my mind what drove him to this act;
how evil could prevail and not atone!
So one dank night the path to death I tracked,
and on the bridge I found myself alone.

Then suddenly I shrank.  There loomed ahead
a disembodied soul with horror’s face.
Then circling endlessly the bridge, he fled,
as smaller ghosts with bandied blades gave chase.

Three gravestones lie nearby - no less. . . no more.
And yet the spirits I had seen were four!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The Mystique of Mars

The Mystique of Mars
Mars, fourth planet orbiting the sun, was once a harbinger of hostility and aggression. Aptly named after Roman god of war, with sister Earth, it shares the same star.
Red, resplendent orb gracing the night sky, like a whirling dervish, it artfully dances by. Two moons captured in a strong gravitational grip, Phobos and Deimos tag along on a wild cosmic trip.
From ancient times clouded in a veil of mystery, we've tried to delve into its origins and history. Is it home to an unfriendly alien race? Or is it just a cold, devoid of life, kind of place?
While much about Mars is yet unknown, perhaps, future generations will call it home.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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Seeking God In Nature

DeDraconi's Sonnet

Seeking God in nature

If you seek God then look around you
In life’ sweet beauty you will find him there
In the flowers or in the morning dew
Who with you, their hues and perfumes share.

In the lake that shines beneath the sun
You’ll find him there. He’ll look into your face
He’ll be there too when morning has begun
As the birds sing out in wondrous grace

When the lightning comes, and thunder rolls
As the rain pours down and the winds blow strong
You’ll feel him as a whisper in your soul
He’ll comfort you with his soothing song.

When you close your eyes, and see your self
You’ll feel the silence, then, you’ll know he’s here
He’s always here. He is your hidden wealth
Whispering his message loud and clear.

He’s everywhere, always here, he is
Everywhere he is, is filled with bliss

DeDraconis Sonnet
Topic: Nature
9/10/10/9 for 4 stanza's 
ending 9/9
alternating rhyme schemes 
a/b/a/b/ c/d/c/d/ e/f/e/f/ g/h/g/h i/i
Left Justified

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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Mysterious Muse

My muse is veiled by clouds of mystery
She steals my thoughts and dreams both night and day
Allured yet vexed with curiosity
Frustrated by the wicked game she plays

My words are music, she begins to dance
With coyness, wiggles out of inquiries
Seducing me to take another chance
To once again explore her boundaries

But she has shown the beauty of her heart
And I have felt the pureness of her words
So heavenly, just like an angel's harp
I'll solve the mystery surrounding her

I think of all the wonders I've been shown 
Such beauty lends itself to none I've known

      an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Whispers From The Past


     To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
     that speak of winds and loss laid bare
     midst sounds to tell of all the tales
     of lore and truths they beg to share

     Taxila, Sanchi and Petra call
     with voices rasping in their dust
     tongues only whisper since their fall
     of Gods who but betrayed their trust

     More than hidden treasure left
     is wisdom time holds in their stones
     a quest to seek their dreams bereft
     that repose within their poets bones

     Trails that lead to gilded wings
     oft will find more precious things

     Where I Want To Go Contest
     Sponsored by Nicola Byrne

     First Place Contest Winner

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017

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I Love This Sweet Mystery


Love This Sweet Mystery

Oh, how I love it, this sweet mystery
I walk on feathers, so happy I be
My heart is singing a sweet symphony
I look around me, such beauty I see

It’s such a sweet world, a wonderful day
River so peaceful it flows on its way
The parrots they screech, as they have their say
For all this beauty, I look up and pray

I live for this beauty, it’s so serene
The trees they sway gently, grass is so green
I love it so much, this beautiful scene
Oh, how wonderful, this morn it has been

How I love to walk beneath morning sun
Under the blue skies life is so much fun

Fourteen lines. All in Syllables Ten
Written in Mono rhyme

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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As The Evening Comes

As The Evening Comes

Puffy little clouds, they ride deep blue sky
As honey eaters they go flying by
It seems the rain is gone now for a while
The sun is beaming down, it makes me smile
The evening it is nigh, dusk will come soon
Bird’s they sing their song, welcoming the moon
Soon big yellow moon will bring mystery
The stillness it will seep right into me
Silence all around, will feel wonderful
As magpie in tree, gives out goodnight call
Sun will fade, away; moon will fill the sky
With its yellow gold, as the day does die

Oh, how I love this moonlight mystery
As the bright stars come shining down on me

21 August 2016

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Olive Trees Of Gold

Olive Trees Of Gold

The Olive trees are dressed in gold
It’s morning time the day is cold
The sun beams down upon these trees
That dance upon fresh morning breeze

It’s such a lovely sight to see
These trees brim filled with mystery
How they give to me such pleasure
Dawn it is to me a treasure

Azaleas in lovely pink
They charm my eyes and make me think
Of everything that’s beautiful
Sweet mother nature has it all

Enriched I am as I sit here
Beneath a sky so blue, and clear

5 August 2016

Copyright © Peter Duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Mystic Dancer

Dancing around a cauldron fire
to the sounds of a golden lyre
and a bubbling brew
of bat and shrew
caught in the cobbled rain
they release their heat and pain
into the darkening world
while your senses become unfurled
to herbs and secret balms
and your beating heart calms
into a sensuous trance
as you join in the dance
of turning, swirling,
death defying twirling
seduced by flickering flames
you lose time and names
of bad or good
must and should
spiraling into a peace
to find your heart's release
through this dervish portal
ever after an immortal
in the dance.

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007

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The Philosopher's Sonnet

Others are born, the lost are burried
Life is a journey not to be hurried
But whats wit if the wise are mute
And who is beauty if she is not yet born

Mom said to not sugar
But if she is to be believed
Then pigs do fly, and wings lie
The plains, they speak of a time long gone

Dad said to not blow my horn.
But tomorrow took my horn, so why say he
The preacher said death is an illusion 
Then where is grandpa?

The night is so dark and cold.
But i shall wait for another sunrise.


Copyright © Maurice Lamony | Year Posted 2017

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The Light Is Not A Solemn Thing, It Shines

For Sarah, who left the Plymouth Brethren, with love

The light is not a solemn thing, it shines
With merry glee and mirthful gentleness
Will not be held a hostage, in confines
Of darkened halls where little ones confess
The sins of fathers that they never chose
Nor be a slave to chapter, scripture, verse
Be boundaried, or fettered in its flows
It is the joy of blessing, not a curse
It isn’t how you said it was.  You lied
I ran, and left your lies behind the door
And here I am, and oh, the light is wide
Mysterious, and infinite, and more
A wildly wilful, free, and feisty thing
I wear a ribbon in my hair, and sing

© Gail Foster 26th February 2017

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2017

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Extramarital Affair

I was jealous of her looks and splendor,
taking over my bed so gracefully.
To her strange charm, yes, men would surrender.
In thought, I wished her life, but secretly.

She climbed upon him as he was sleeping.
Perhaps she thought she'd found her next appeal.
Enchanted, I watched as she went creeping
upon my husband! What would they reveal?

Feeling her touch upon him would he wake
to see her there atop him face to face?
I wondered should I stay or silence break.
Wasn't long after, they in arm embrace,

that husband, half asleep, but with some charm
gently blew the spider from his arm. 

Copyright © Celeste Butler-Mendez | Year Posted 2008

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A Stone In The Cold - 5 Runner Up

The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking,
breath now visible, I quicken my pace,
dusk has fallen, nature is now talking,
autumn's chill causes my heart to race.

My eyes scan dense forest from left to right,
I stop, gain my footing in the thicket,
only branch and crimson leaves in my sight,
owls call out, and prey upon the cricket.

Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook,
cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days,
eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look,
something is near, I cannot get away.

Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready,
my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady.

This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets"

(This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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For Hildegard

The voice, angelic, sings beyond the sealed door
Draws its tune from Prescences profound,
From Beings not in this world found;
A gift conferred to none before,
As treasures from the Deeps to shore.
Her notes align to build the sound
That enfolds the mystic all around,
That skywards lifts her eyes once more.

Given to God while yet a child,
Hildegard's world was made of faith;
He life a-crowd with visions.
She endured their incandescence wild
Within her head, and proved such wraiths
May make a Heaven of their prisons.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2011

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The Haunted Palisade

A visionary wandered lost one night
inside a tempest thunderous and strong.
He looked for shelter in a canyon.  Light
of moon poured down and bitter sweet of song. . . 

For as the storm abated, he could hear
a tune that seemed to claim the palisade.
How haunting was that sound that filled his ear!
But no one was around.  How was it made?

He sought, as one who thirsted for the truth,
illumination of this mystery.
He climbed on ancient rocks, an eager sleuth,
then came on what he knew to be the key. . . 

He found a ghostly clue, a hieroglyph
of one lone flutist, on a smooth-walled cliff.

For Ghosts Contest/Sponsored by Carolyn &  Jack

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Two became one and there was one.
In your likeness one was made one.
Like the seed of a farmer,
I prospered as a tree by the water.
I see your light under the sun;
And sing for joy for all you've done.
I breathe your peace under the moon;
And hear of ur glory in the noon.
I think of your goodness and wonder;
And feel your love so tender.
I can only imagine the depth,
Of your love. Even to death, 
You loved me. I can only imagine,
How you love me. I can only imagine.

Copyright © Ifunanya Anita Nwodigwe | Year Posted 2015

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Last Wish

Across a flowered field, I gaze.
A daisy weeps through morning haze.
One lone petal departs her side -
a "love-me-not" is softly sighed.

Gazing away from love denied -
one more leaflet from thee is pried.
Another dream towards fate's romance;
a petal plucked lends second chance.

The daisy's hearth has met defeat.
Her children sob beneath her feet.
Deflowered by a lover's act -
one last petal remains in tact.

"Love-me-not or love me so true?"
I leave that answer up to you.

Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2008

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If I had faced then the lonely hall,
The black entrance into my own absence
If I had not lifted the phone to call
Each acquaintance, would I be so tense

But my urge to love and live is so immense
These cradling arms of plastic only stale
And I am ridiculous and intense
And all rejection like a ragman’s bale

With waves of pain beating on the wall
Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense -
My questionable right to love you all
Somehow in absence, seems that more intense,

Yet can be measured in this dying squall,
As I am waiting for your questioning call.

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2015

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This universe

This universe is constellation of wisdom
She is not there to give you a home
Depending on you she does not, any moment
Live or die, she neither smiles nor weeps

It will be there not bothered about you
You build or destroy she cares not
For she was there before you were
She will be there after you have gone

To her, man is a figment of existence
Those who shout only make noise
The masters are shameless dreamers
In this universe of incorporeal existence

In this universe of huge ignorance
Human knowledge is full of black holes
Where activities are driven by dark matter
Even the thorniest of minds shudder in awe

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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It's twilight again, the time for magic.
transitions, changes, oh, I love them all.
Lightning in the air, shade induced panic,
something is burning, I just caught the smell!
Tree silhouettes in the late orange sky,
a cat making the last sweep of garden
before settling in, expectations fly,
what will the night bring, will it still frighten,
enlighten or just be dark as usual?
Day, night, we understand as their hours drag.
There is plenty of time to study all
their inhabitants habits. Try to bag
the elusive spirits of the twilight
or its opposite, those are hard to sight!

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2008