Mystery Free Verse Poems

Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars,
Where memories melt into plays of light, dreams, and burning longings,
On...

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I loved you from afar, under the shadows of silence that stretch like a veil,
Knowing that one day I would have to detach my soul...

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Who killed the MC?
There he lay, splayed on the street
Chalk outlined mic and fist
A broken clock reads four past nine 
Tatters of a golden thread...

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Empty work resists an empty home
Too much to bear without clinking bottles 
Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies
Empty life finding harbor in emptiness
Even...

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Under the vast sky of illusions, we are actors wearing masks of stars and ephemeral shadows,
Our gazes meet through mirrors of mist, seeking reflections of...

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Under the solar system
in our basement I sat,
copying schematics of
superheterodyne radios
from a book on electronics,
while my dad, across from me,
stood at his drawing board 
illustrating...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul.



petals, fragile – sensitive as the...

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The wind like time
Does not beg permission
It does not pause for longing hands
It moves illusively disappearing
Coming and going
Weaving the strands of tomorrow
into fleeting dreams transcended
From...

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One wonders of the
flexibility of Time…
3 minutes hardly enough,
or the perfect egg -- 

Our times together
never seeming enough

and the parts away, painfully
protracted, occupant of my
every...

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They hang like a beaded curtain
in a fortune teller’s parlor,
each buoy a bauble 
from the sea’s own trove—
sun-faded, 
barnacle-bitten, 
unstrung from nets 
that once strained...

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To drink you in like a spring of light, in the mystery of the night unfolding
Into thousands of silver threads, woven by stars on the...

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Now, I don’t know why,
he left without a word,
returned from the grave,
only to walk a road I could not follow.

Someone must have held his name...

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She started crying in the middle of rages—
not the soft kind, but sharp,
like she’d cut herself on something
I couldn’t see.
She slammed drawers.
Shouted at a spoon.
Broke...

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It's simple to be happy, but it's hard to be simple,
like a star that ignites in the night sky without knowing its own fire,
for happiness...

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All gone, the stripes on mug, and coffee.
Ground up, my morning thoughts. Handle
the wake-up-beauty kiss; source of mystery.

What’s in his cup? Mind’s empty. Fill it...

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