Mystery Lonely Poems

In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.

Once, it...

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Shatter me
 The aching, hollow pain that carves out the very essence of my heart burns through my veins, filling this fleshy vessel of mine
...

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Beneath the moon's shy, veiled embrace I sway,
In the silvered night, where dreams find their way.
I sun dance in the moonlight's gentle caress,
As the clouds...

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You didn't know me
Still, you can say hi,
If you stop someday
When out walking by

I'm just a name now
First, middle and last,
Above two carved dates
Important to...

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Reading fun books all day
Renews life with a smile
Romance-tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Running book down my lap
Read pages into life
Red hot dreams are in sight...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous look at how the pandemic changed our technology, our relationships, and maybe even our spiritual quests.)


God’s on Mute

By...

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Lovingly, Apu

Prithwiraj Chowdhury

Pulu, how are you? Are you all well, these days?
This pen is down on spark, too soon, quite a dismay!
These letters are tracing...

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Your love is scary
No one has ever cared for me as much as you do
Your love is too extreme 
It is getting me worried 
How...

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The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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Do we break the mirror of life,                  ...

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Frosty Nights, Warm Hearts: The Allure of Four Cafes in the North

The night was frigid and desolate as I stood by the window of my...

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Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,                 ...

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During my evening stroll

when I'm feeling restless

and thinking of home,

the mystery of its past

gently pulls me in

just as you do.

Drowning me in questions -

but the...

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Living in a house very old,  
it was always drafty and cold.  
Metal stairs to the basement lead,  
from an old pirate's...

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