Mystery Poems | Examples of Mystery Poetry

There once was a phantom phone caller Who rang numbers he hadn't oughta Some fell for his charms Some raised the alarm Now the caller finds he's in deep water. One day he rang someone that he knew Thinking that they hadn’t got a clue They knew who he was Sent for the police squad He got locked up as idiots do. Worse...

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i often wonder about the why’s and where’s why the sea scent permeates the air and where it wanders so across the land why the waves unfurl without a care and where it is they toss the sand why the moon freehands its glitter and where its drifting loot is carried why time spent in contemplation is never lost and where our serenity...

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Proud warriors of black and white Debunk the bad extol the worse Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight I’m not a customer of those You cannot take me for a nation Considering the hues I see I’m wrong in your simplification With which I strongly disagree I see more colours of the spectrum Won’t pick the one you use for me I note...

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Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show She was shot dead, who did it we don't know. Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone. Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her? She died a few days later in a fatal...

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It’s a timeless art to sit still Be an old geezer One who bore nine children Or a private who fought Hitler Or be an indoor cat, jailed for life Put your smartphone down Mute the vibrating in your heart Chips stole how to be alone Divided the setting sun into seconds Be kind to geezers who gave you freedom They hold the art...

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We are an entity and so is space, Mandukya Upanishad claims as true, a knowing which is revealed by God’s grace, when flickers therein show light passing through. Déjà vu suggests time does not exist, for there’s no way we could have been and seen and yet we did so why should we insist, that life’s not a movie, played on time’s...

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Come and walk with me on miracle mile It will enhance all your senses Bringing tingling sensations throughout your body Making your your soul feel so good The meaning of life will be understood As we walk All your worries will drift away Feeling beautiful warmth From the suns luminous rays It’s a journey to...

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When God said “Let there be light” Was it meant literally or metaphorically? Did time arise crafting the photon with the intent of illuminating the basis of reality? An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth? Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence. Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance, as light is the transference...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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Mysterious My entire being tells me You are my one and only Soul mate, though your True self is hidden from me. Every time I’m with you, I want to Reach Into your soul and become One with you but I Usually encounter a wall that Stops me from knowing you more ...

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Pains are supposed lifetime teachers, Teachers that connect mind to soul. Soul, mind connects unto preachers, Towards time... life lessons made whole. Pains are pieces of peaceful storm... Comfort's steeze can not regulate, Or by any means can reform; All stings, life's fate violate. Each never come to mount limit, Rather shapes mind not to get lost Of strength wearing out to be fit Enough for...

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mysteries are all over the internet these stories have been popular for decades I rarely watch a mystery show twice I never read a mystery novel a second time after knowing who did it and how they did it, what would be the point?...

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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 left at the scene Who gained from his silence? Streets alive with revelation Anarchic fire in the air They’re coming for us with their rhymes Gentlemen this isn’t what we had...

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The night sky lights up, with endless cosmic crystals... one for each of us!...

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You came for me and I am still flourishing Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor How funny it is to be a golden alchemist cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing how funny...

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