Mystery Inspiration Poems

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In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
Where death's embrace casts its spell,
Among and out, of night's dark shroud,
The journey starts, both long and loud.

Through veils of...

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Under the broad sweep of endless sky,
In that rare and hallowed moment
When the moon, in audacious stealth,
Edges before the sun,
A quietude descends, profound and deep.

The...

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Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean,
bluish sighs in pinkish alibis,
softly whispering to the lilacs, gently
blowing, through the winds of amethyst,
a vision of majestic...

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No matter how low
The truth will soon opt disclosed
Trivial things to know....

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On crimson sands, beneath a rusty sky,
A figure walks, and a cloak of fireflies high.
The Red Cloak of Mars, a legend whispered low,
Through canyons vast,...

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If I am walking down the street would you even recognize me?

"No" you say.

I wonder why?

Could it be because I do not understand myself yet?

As...

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Dead Men's Words

What is it about dead men's words
That has people turning into turds
Reading, quoting these, gives them a right
Others to judge and them to...

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As-it-is

Not a facing

Of reality

But a concept of

Mystery and beauty

Offering no explanation......

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Summertime spills her blessings over the night,
Whispers of crickets, playing a symphony,
Melancholic and breathless, like the promises
Faded beneath the soft lilac sunset,
Stirring moments, memories, blessings,...

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I am the banner planted on the hill,
Twisting and flapping in the breeze.

I am the pale bird following the ship,
Over blue waves and swelling seas.

I...

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. . . and with a haughty drink 
of Virgil’s water 
from the River Lethe
I venture forth knowing nothing
bring on the steps ahead 
and what...

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Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the...

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If God had to write a poem
Being the best divine writer
Ever
This poem
Would have been very simple
No words
No swords
Writing on the parchment
No, this is not a...

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In sun-scorched dunes, beside a weathered sentinel, 
a glint ensnared his weary gaze.
A tarnished lamp / grazed / its secrets unknown / 
a genie unbound,...

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Without a shadow's kiss, 
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace, 
 ...

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