Mystery Poems | Examples of Mystery Poetry

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 closer, spoken in a language I could not hear. I watch them exchange unspoken truths, a passerby in their quiet communion. And now, I don’t know why, she left without a word, came back from the...

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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 a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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Death is the color of water rivers soft and hushed hard as bone chambered in the cold caress of silence the hook of dawn the wasting night reddest born skin of new fire painting shades in darkness / wrung this is the Death I breathe when fingers crack from holding the earth together holding you holding me …together Death is the color of water...

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Our true world is what we know best Yet leave our safety to explore What more is there beyond the crest Outside our world Within, we know that there is more And made to follow this, our quest With never knowing what's in store We leave our comfort zone with zest Which takes us to another shore And find it only when we test Outside...

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(Begin: There is no beginning.) (O' my--not again--you should not have started.) The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was never here. Ink spills--no--veins spill--no--veins collapse--no--veins rewrite. The vowels--black-lipped--no--the ink coagulates--the ink tightens--the ink breathes- acrid, metallic, it stings the tongue. Teeth in the--grain. Teeth in the letters. Teeth in me--no--teeth in you--no--teeth in the mirror- splinters in the gum's raw edge. (First...

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Hey diddle diddle there's no more riddle I'm a fast learner I now know how the cow jumped over the moon from her afterburner by methane expelled through the air she's propelled the little dog barfed to smell such sport as the gas blown away made him swoon ...

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The old soul isn’t the same of King Cole’s The old soul is the growing indifference Past obediences turn to resistance Which the merry old soul never shows The old soul is a room of the old sorrows A portrait gallery of the passed away The old soul is a candle that burns night and day The old soul doesn’t...

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That night, when love appeared— not with thunder, nor with wings— but as a hush across the skin of earth. No stars announced it. No voice declared its name. Yet the sky, emptied of time, leaned in to listen. You— not seen, but known. Like warmth before the sun, or breath before a word. When your face rose in the heart of silence, the world paused— as if it remembered what it had long forgotten. I...

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He wore rare emerald stone ring 'this won't last', predicted my heart string...

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The rose is a common flower, and sometimes goes unnoticed - when our attention is remotest. But, a rose has a special power. Being a blossom that is clever, she garners our attention with affectionate intention, using fragrance as a lever. Sometimes, we, too, miss people here. Our soul warns, when we drift from shore, not to forgot what we are here...

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We heard the gate slam behind us And felt the cold shame of tears upon our faces Orphans of Eden, wandr’ing homeless, A broken promise bitter upon our lips Banished from your face to walk in the dust Holding your promise so close to us, Emmanuel! God with us. Savior! Anointed one Emmanuel! God with us! Savior! Jesus! Loneliness haunts us, a shadow, Dreams of...

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She blooms alone where silence holds the sky, A tender grace no daring soul has known. Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high— A queen within a quiet world, enthroned. No boastful light, no cry for passing praise, She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene. Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays, Yet fear keeps hearts from where...

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She blooms in still air, where no footsteps dare to pass— a shadow in light, veiled in modesty and grace, unclaimed by trembling hearts. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This tanka captures the essence of a woman who remains untouched and unseen—not because she lacks beauty or worth, but because she exists in a realm beyond fear and superficial desire. Like a bloom in...

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A whispered breath falls, Soft as twilight’s quiet glow, Parting shadows stretch— Silent echoes softly drift, A gentle, fading goodbye. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In the hush between day and night, this poem follows the unseen path of a farewell not fully spoken. Shadows stretch, whispers drift, and silence becomes a messenger. What departs may fade from view, but its essence lingers—haunting,...

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Butterless flies flutter by and dragons without fire fly. Over and under, curious wonder. Nature’s tricks do mystify....

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