Mystery Poems | Examples of Mystery Poetry

We left the light, We sojourned in the night, We journeyed in the dark, The night held sway. It was so long a night, It was so prolonged a fight, We traversed shrivelled meadows, Followed...Read More

As the clock continues to move forward; Seconds to minutes, then hours to days. The time allows more thought of beyond, What lies ahead and how many ways. This journey is...Read More

"In the dawn of creation, a question we ponder is, Why did God make man, in slumber, to wander? Before crafting the counterpart, female and fair, Did He pause to consider, to deeply compare? For women,...Read More

Who was she ... The one who walks drifting out and in? A haunting beauty, pale, porcelain - like. As solemn as the ever silent night. Partaking of this twilight, cloudless. It's chilling climes, thrilling arms and eyes, glowing starry at blackened skies. From mansion...Read More

I care I search for answers in my head To find the truth before I am dead Was I first born 'fore my parents had wed Or was I adopted like my lone sister said...Read More

River, are you saddened as you drift along- In this, your journey started centuries ago? Varied tales lay hidden in your rippling song; Embodied, mystic secrets mantle rocks below. Resting- no escape in your never-ending flow. ...Read More

Shadows 9-22-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shadows Living in ethereal shadows of compassion, In profiles of grace, Mercy overshadows stumbling stones Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus To eclipse blisters of ebony shades With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras, No longer shadow...Read More

The curiosity shoppe Was the place to stop, For something unique ... A rare antique With floors that creak A treasure in itself, Amongst the keepsakes Lining each and every shelf Under layers of dust Upon layers of rust, Hoping to snare ... A...Read More

Somewhere within the misty shroud of heaven A finger, traces angels, in the air Wondering if they are truly present Why they whisper dreams no one can hear Soft tingle of a touch, a gentle “psst” As testy as a...Read More

Folded topics hide one's chances, Fold in quarters and then again, First pinch shows numbers--begs a choice, Pinch and open while you countdown, Colors are drawn as spelling counts, Months chime in--will or won't gift hope....Read More

unique in appearance ultra-long pointed horn unction-powered, some say uplifting, stands for hope ubiquitous in myths ultimate in mystique unreal—or is it? ...Read More

No! They do not know me at all, all of those shadows on the wall, they gather and walk around me, wonder who or what I could be. speak in a language of their own, a dialect to us unknown, hand...Read More

Who can resist the call of ocean waves whispering as they lap against the shore? Who can stand firm against that which enslaves? Return passionate melody ardor? How many men have heard the Sirens’ song leaving wondering kith and ken...Read More

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("Bristlecone", 2016, original pen and ink) Samsara Beneath the titillation of Samsara the veneer of morality waits. Or is it the opposite? Beneath the veneer of morality the titillation of Samsara awaits. Either way, it’s the same thing, the whole damn mess being one...Read More