Mystery Poems
The Greatest Mystery
by Richard Randolph
The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
we often don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
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Where Love Lives
by Monica Ellis
I stumbled away from loneliness and fell into a land called Love.
Upon entry, you must surrender to uncertainty and defenseless transfer thereof
Along with this, you must risk,
your heart as you allow.
At this place, you must grace
your scars and vulnerabilities.
in this place, If you stay
You might enjoy pleasantries.
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Reverie
by Aditi Hayaran
No one can actually hear the whispers
that echo through the room.
They would understand only if they listened to the reverie you share with the moon.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Smile Of Rose
by Adelana Victor
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
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The Lady in Green
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.
Lost in my work, I took it seriously, for creating something lovely is an art,
And worldly people respond the best, to what comes purely from the heart.
Like the sight of spicy rose, so arresting, because it bears the loving touch,
And is one of the huge, little things in life, which we find we need so much!
I was happy and socially sought after, like surfers seek swift, green waves,
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Reverie
by Aditi Hayaran
No one can actually hear the whispers
that echo through the room.
They would understand only if they listened to the reverie you share with the moon.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Blue Rose
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Take this rose
And pin it to yr lapel
To say you accept my love
And I will reveal who I am
Hoping you understand
A Paradox once asks to me
by Amey Dalvi
A Paradox once asks to me,
what might love seek out to be,
were he a sensation of inescapable ecstasy erupting in radical hearts,
were he a person where eyes seem to halt and sorrows seem to part ?
the Paradox spewing it's taste, glares at me and,
asks to me,
"Then what shall I make love to be ? "...
.
I swallowed a breath and called to him,
Let love be what the romantics dream,
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"A book with no beginning."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
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"The door that never opens."
by Dylan Wu Rong
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
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