"mysteriousness" poems
Love me like a plum tree
in full bloom
bursting against a cloudless
crystal-blue sky
love me like tender mist
descending over
an endless
rugged mountain road
love me...with all the abandon
of a sudden wild rain
with all the mysteriousness
of deep midnight
forest echoes
love me like tears
glistening on cheeks
love me
in all my seasons
in all my phases
with all the wholeness
of light in the heart
with all the rights
and all the wrongs
but love me, especially
when life
tears me apart
and i am living in half
love me
with all the fullness
of a moon
a flower...
a breath...
a kiss.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
I've always loved fog
How it makes everything around it
seem like it's holding some dark secret
and like it's different from how it usually is.
Fog brings out another side of everything.
It brings out the darkness and mysteriousness of it all.
And I love it.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
I'd like to think that I don't know you
That most of your pieces are still hidden under your sleeves
That there are still lots of treasures I haven't seen in your heart
Because it's the only thing that is keeping me stay ---mysteriousness.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
i couldn't stop looking at this girl. i glanced down at my black leather jacket, black v-neck, ripped blue jeans, and black boots with the buckles on the side. i popped my collar and set out to find the girl i'd just found. i noticed the lights of this weird indie club i'd somehow ended up in. this music isn't normal "club" music. it's all arctic monkeys. the lyrics of these songs empowered me, i felt as though i had to continue my search for this soul. despite the darkness, i slid on my aviators to protect myself from those blinding lights, and also to give me a hint of mysteriousness. girls love that.
and then there she was.
sipping on what appeared to be a bottle of coke, but i couldn't tell because of the ******* sunglasses i was wearing. she was standing laughing with one of her friends. she had such a different aura to her. i couldn't help but watch as she pulled out one of her organic cigarettes.
"i wanna make her mine." i thought to myself.
the lights reflected off the sweat on the walls as i tried to keep my cool, strutting my way over to her, hoping to get her eyes to lock onto mine. from what i finally saw of her in plain sight, she had love in her eyes and perfect lighting over her; like a camera plus filter. she took drags of that cigarette like some kind of goddess, causing me to get weak at the knees and form a lump in my throat, which i soon managed to somehow swallow. i had to find out who she was. i wanted her more than i'd ever wanted anything, or at least so i recall. i played out the scene in my head - we'd dance, and numerous guys would approach her. it was hard not to. i'd overpower them. "she's with me.", i'd say cooly.
i didn't realize all this fantasizing about my mystery girl had taken me so little time, because by the time i was finished my train of thought, i was standing right in front of her. god, i wanted her so bad. i swear, if i looked at her long enough, she'd steal my soul. the love in her eyes was contradicted by the incredibly **** sparkle in her iris.
"hello there beautiful. you seem to be having a lovely time. you're absolutely breathtaking, i'm forced to believe you are a certified mind blower. what's your name, milady?"
with a turn of her head, a bat of her lashes, and a flash of her perfect smile, she answered me in the most angelic voice i've ever heard.
"arabella."
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Death is boring.
Dark, cowled and skeletal,
Exuding a mysteriousness that she fails to fulfill.
Her goals are one dimensional
Though myriad in her often creative
Approach.
Creative after an eternity of
Collection.
God is almighty.
What can you give the man who has everything?
Your faith?
Omnipotence...
Safe bets are seldom captivating.
Unless you’re a criminal stacking the odds
While your fellow man takes the dive
For your gain,
Your glory.
Buddha is just a man.
Enlightened.
He accepted Death’s embrace,
And God’s divinity
Thrusting aside the Devil’s whispered
Temptations.
Yet
Buddha was just a man.
The Devil whispers the sweetest dreams
His voice is a silk melody
Dancing along our nerves
Touching our forbidden parts
“Take her, she wants your ****
Plunge into her moist depths
Sheath your spear,
Spill your seed,
****** hard
Then soft
Find release in her moans
Peace and heaven in her trembling touch.
Her moist lips part
But it is not your name she sounds
Her voice once radiant with lust
With desire
Now drives a shard of hate within, through your still rapidly beating heart.
Cupid speaks another name
Once hard now limp
Pull back, pull out your flimsy ****
Look down into the empty depths of her eyes
See in them another man
Her hunger is sated
Bruised lips mouth the apology your ears refuse to hear
Yet your heart laid bare just moments before
Is pierced anew.
Laugh it off but
The Devil has his hooks in you
Another carcass for the heap
She is the hook, you are the meat
Butchered
The lost leading the sheep to slaughter
Do not fret, you are not finished
Soon you will rise a phoenix from her cooling embers
Golden and resolute
Stronger for having licked her poison
Yet you will know that you are now
A stranger to yourself
You are the hook
Find him some meat
The Devil hunts again.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
My mysteriousness is my most desired characteristic
To other people at least
I don't know if I like being noticed by strangers
I don't know if I ever did
I am tirelessly folding layers upon layers of invisibility upon my actual existence
In hopes it will actually bring about some change
But I am still here
(I think)
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Reaching out mine poetic finger's,
None to reach back.
Roaming in this passage of expiry,
quietus; how solitary tis.
Patting panels of mysteriousness,
Feel like letting go;
Though do I knoweth I shalt get through
With God, for with humanity I'm alone.
I wilt seest the peep of gleam, just
Yonder the gloaming.
At the moment dead yet living,
Though betimes I'll reach
In pure love all that's
Right and knowing.
With one to hold me
In seas of affections
Warmth, I'll be the
Light I'm meant to
Be- I shalt with
Other's share
Mine torch.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
There's a crack in the floor
Whether from old age or misuse
There's a crack in the floor.
There's scuff marks where chairs have been pulled across the room
There's scratches where kitchen utensils fell
There's dirt, whether carried in from outside or a prolonged build-up of a weary mind.
There's a crack in the floor
It's in the middle of the kitchen
A novilon road map to the life of a lonely woman
Did the crack grow larger as she grew stagnant?
Did she notice the ever creeping gorge,
or the rust covered table legs?
Did she feel trapped by her own rusted legs or was she so far down the hole that she'd forgotten how to use them?
There's a crack in my floor
Not visible, not tangible
Just there...looming
There's scuff marks and scratches
There's dirt and rust
There is need for a new floor.
But how? with my feet planted firmly
Not sure whats beneath out-dated self abused easily trusting floor
It's so damaged. No one could love this floor.
But I do. i I do? Familiar and comfortable, is that love?
It's also unforgiving, not compassionate with mistakes..
That's not what I want.
If I rip it up, how long to get a new floor?
How long will it take to remove the deep settled in scars of the old?
Did it make impressions in the foundation?
If I break it out, where will it end?
I just see darkness, scared of the mysteriousness that's within the soil
What if through all this, the crack is still there?
There's a crack in the floor
Whether from old age or misuse
There's a crack in everyone's floor
some just larger than others.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
This century spins wilder than prior gyres,
Racing backward, ever more efficient and spectacular,
Study finds.
The weather today, like every day, is
Immense and incomprehensible.
Election week is soon, and the Salv-nation Party candidate
Would like to remind voters of the Party of the Mysterious Robe's Mysteriousness.
Representatives for the PMR gave no comment.
****** digital performer @JezebElsa
Went viral with her leaks. #HollywoodNewz
An impressive number of people we know
Demand justice for all registered unrepentant killers.
A Meteor landed not ironically atop Selfiecomplishment Summit early this morning,
Injuring only the most dedicated hikers.
Confirming folklore, the Meteor disappeared once photographed.
Don't go out trying to find it.
However, you may still purchase a tincture of the liquid it contained
From us at OrganicH2.Org.Headfeed.com
No meteorologists were harmed.
Us vs. Terror: Terrorwatch!:
The Monsters we've been ignoring
Have taken the City and consumed the last of
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
The sun in the back of my body,
filled with warmth and loveliness
The moon in front of me,
filled with light to guide me in darkness
The Oceans of infinity,
filled with life and mysteriousness
The Air that I can hold on to completely,
filled with fantasies and much dreamed sweetness
The Earth beneath me,
filled with purity and calmness,
The Fire inside me,
filled with passion and radiance
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
A true stranger
Bedazzling in your mysteriousness
One could wonder the secrets you tombed in
The taste of a new world? Perhaps?
Or just another common jewel
Being traded frequently at the market
The air you give in
Exotic, really
The colours you draw in
Flows with uniqueness
But the way you sway
The way you mingle
Limited to certain
Could it be?
Well, that's just great
The beauty of an angel
But her pompousness is in the way
A bitter taste to a delectable cake
A mighty spoil to a great scenery
Perhaps I been aiming high
Time to start from the bottom again
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
I saw the signs
& knew she was my kind of lady.
There were bright venetian beads
hung around her slender neck,
she wore faded torn Levi's
& a light cotton top,
a bit see-through.
On her mahogany dresser
was a used
elegant bottle
of Aqua di Gioia,
right next
to the Tiffany lamp
depicting large dragonflies.
The black light above her bed
was a bit odd,
but not the Kama Sutra picture
just below it,
it peeked my interest.
Her cozy bricked-kitchen
had the aroma
of nutmeg and brown sugar
with a hint of saffron.
The selection of wines
not too extravagant,
the French Bordeaux
caught my eye.
The Chinese dragon
wrapped
around her ankle
was an inkling
of her mysteriousness,
her speech repertoire
was impressive,
her diction eloquent,
a real genius.
And her eyes blazed
hues I've never seen,
a gaze that melted me
dead in my tracks,
it was breathtaking,
radiant beyond
any word-description.
I will forever be awestruck.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
When they look at me they see right pass me.
Yep, right pass me, right through the soul.
They see a ghost, a shadow.
Someone with mediocre tendencies.
or perhaps weirdness that cloats my physical body.
the mysteriousness of my personality choke them with fear and bewilderment.
only a few is able to encounter the lock door.
Yes, only a few is able to knock on the door with no ****
Some are patient, waiting for it to open.
Others look at it with contempt and kick on it.
Some becomes frustrated and insane
Others celebrate it, being naive to the feeling of the door.
And everyday the door locks itself tightly.
17 bolts and locks
17 chains and plates
but no ****
eventually the environment vitalize and degrades constantly.
a different environment each time
but the old door keeps on standing
waiting for it to be open……
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
I created words in you
that you didn't even know
existed with every sigh
of my name.
I don't know what
changed in you to
make you want me back
but fire and water danced
in your belly like Armageddon.
I had never wanted to kiss
another human being more
in my entire life.
Your image flooded my brain
and named itself captain
of this ship.
You gave me orders and
asked questions you already knew
the answers to
And i fell into submission when
I'd much rather have fallen into bed sheets.
It was 5 o'clock in the morning
and a war was raging in my mind.
Should i stay?
Or should i go?
I liked when my days began
and ended with you,
not at 3:47.
What i would give to see
12 am and be satisfied again.
Your tongue spoke a language
i was forgein to
but i became comfortable in your mysteriousness.
I began to see you as a puzzle,
a game that i slowly started to earn
all the pieces to.
But when the game turned sour
and i started to lose
(not just you but myself)
I realized that those words you said
were never genuine
and i could never be your heart or engine
so i gave up trying to win
and instead picked up the puzzle
piece by piece
and explained to myself that you
were never a home
just a mere hostel in a country far away
and no matter how hard i tried
to be the only one
there were always others living there too.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Love,
Your mysteriousness in question has made me second guess.
You've fooled me like the rest,
When I have lost ability to tell what is true.
You've turned an even weaker man blue,
How then can I call you love?
Were you even love to begin with?
Or just an illusion of what I've been seeking of?
Who knows what it truly is?
Or understands the vast valleys one finds them in during,
Hide my eyes no longer behind your cloudy veil, oh love.
For if I am ever truly to have you,
Then I must be free clear to see out of it, of you.
And gain the happiness of you again.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
There was a soft mysteriousness about him. Subtle, but it was there. He seemed sad, but hopeful. He had a kind heart, but life was not as kind to him. He was shy, but beautiful. His hair was dark, but he showed pale skin and pale eyes. Eyes that absorbed and sent back light from every shade of blue, gray, and white. Muse-worthy. He had battles inside of him that he could not understand. He was unaware of the fact that a girl across the table, who had not even spoken to him, could recognize he was created by and of galaxies.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Harmony
The sun shall rise atop the mountains
At the break of every new day-
Through my eyes, the sun becomes a mirror- through which
I can clearly see my reflection-
My eyes sparkle as; I foresee hope for a glorious new day
Filled with adventure, bliss and tranquility-
The clouds on the horizon form random shapes as they are changing colors-
Pinks and oranges and even golden, reflecting shadows of the trees
That are dancing in the early spring’s breeze-
These clouds are not dark as are rain clouds and
On this day my eyes shed no tears- although I ask myself-
Shall this inner peace and joy
That has awakened my spirit on this day last forever?
I recall as a child I used to fear the darkness and would pray for everlasting light-
But I know now that when the sun sets, the moon will rise and the stars shall come out,
These form the magic and mysteriousness of the twilight.
I can always wish upon a star for more harmony and contentment.
Even if the stars are hidden by dark thunder clouds of misfortune,
The sun, shall shine its light upon the world again and when the rain begins to fall,
I know it is the rain that makes the trees, grasses and flowers grow and flourish-
At the break of every day I now realize that whether I witness the light at sunrise, or
If I see the rain falling hard- these are both God’s gifts of nature and
I am fortunate to be alive-
Claudia Krizay
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Paint splattered like a mess
A blue rose of mysteriousness
Represents a lass of strangeness
But not showing any lousiness.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
i'm waging wars against the pyramids, their heir of mysteriousness, I've got a little fascination with systems, with game plans, how concisely we actually grip to them? I think its likely that the team runs deep, with the alpha is idolized, but anyways I'm waging war against the pyramids, I want to make fun of those who study them, Bah!! you brush and you brush and brush but do not fight! I know I sound like a babbling brooke to you, but this is science we are talking here, What of science? when a man studies language he is convinced that the societal representations of language are everywhere, and we cannot understand the objective world. Searle, or whatever, ******* men and their books, anyways, objective world, objectivity, me and my coffee.....
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
*If you kiss the rose
will the world clap and
shout for an applause ?
But if i kiss you would you
stop and take off your
clothes ? What if we try ,
we won't lose a thing or
die. I'll breathe in life and
scraps of poetry down
your throat. While you
breathe in your darkest
secrets to me tonight. It's
your light that scares me
not me your darkness and mysteriousness. But we'll
find a way to set that feeling
apart. If i kiss you in the dark
we might create a spark. I wanna
try that with you as we
stand under the black night
sky. I'd really like to try that
before i die. So tell me darling
when your up for a kiss in the
dark* ~
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
As you speak,
your hole like eyes are all I see.
So deep and dark like a trench .
So mysterious and black .
When you talk,
it's in tongues ,
a foreign language
difficult to encode;
so mind boggling ..
You , a woman of mysteriousness
you in the background,
forgettable but mysterious when seen
What are you secrets ?
What are you hiding ?
You , an impossible crossword puzzle
of unsolvable equations and unknown words
You are the lock but the keys lie
in your eyes .
How can I find them ?
Anyone who trespasses your depths will be lost and never found.
Anyone who swims in the Marianas trench your eyes are is sure to drown .
So, you might die an encoded person,
an unsolved math problem,
confusing maggots who wish to feast on your corpse,
Entering the afterlife as a mysterious soul
with unsure beginnings and an unsolved end.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
*Dark as night,
Misunderstood beings,
Most feared creature on the planet,
Shadows.
People hate them,
For their dark features,
People love them,
For their mysteriousness.
I wish people can understand,
That shadows aren't scary,
Their just hard to understand,
Why can't they see what I see?*
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
a tilt of the face communiqué / 's cool, and bad at the same time / it becomes your advantage / a suggestion takes flight / there's a straightforward coyness / so i twitch, writhe, and laugh internal / a scared lamenting chortle / a painful squirm / i'm unable to line up the edges of this mysteriousness / you fade in, and then out / i suffer acutely / i'm at a dead end / in the silence of your smile / moonbeams are razor sharp / showing deep cuts / while wordless nanoseconds morph into uh oh's / yes, you sharked into my waters / there's an uncertainty of trust / gnashing 'n gnawing / as real life goes, some things never change / as tears reverse my invisibility
by "ooznozz"
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
In the stillness of the night,
Underneath a blanket of stars,
I find myself lost in thoughts of you,
Aching for your presence from afar.
The distance between us feels infinite,
Yet I feel your spirit close to mine,
Whispering sweet nothings in the wind,
Reminding me of the love we intertwine.
As I gaze up at the starry sky,
I am reminded of how vast the universe is,
And yet how small and insignificant I feel,
Without you here to share in its bliss.
I remember the last time we were together,
The way your eyes sparkled like the stars above,
How your laughter filled the room with joy,
And how my heart swelled with love.
But now you are miles away,
And all I have are memories to hold onto,
I find myself crying in the darkness,
Longing for your touch to see me through.
But in the quiet of the night,
I have a revelation so clear,
No matter the distance that divides us,
My love for you will always be near.
I pledge my devotion to you,
Across the expanse of time and space,
For you are the beat of my heart,
The light in my darkest days.
In the hush of darkness, beneath the starry gaze,
I find solace in the echo of your voice,
Across distance vast, my heart still ablaze,
Longing for the warmth of your embrace, my choice.
I find solace in the thought of you,
And the thought of us together again,
Building a future filled with love and laughter,
Where every moment is worth the pain.
Each night I wander through the midnight sky,
Gazing at the twinkling stars so far above,
Their light a reminder of our love's sweet lullaby,
As I whisper to the heavens all about my love.
So as I lie beneath the starry night,
Missing you with all my might,
I know that our love will endure,
Through every trial and every fright.
Tears fall freely like raindrops in the night,
Mingling with the gentle breeze's soft caress,
Aching for your presence, yearning for your sight,
In these moments of solitude, I confess.
For in the distance that separates us,
I find strength in our connection,
And with each passing day,
I know that our love will be a resurrection.
A devotion unyielding, a flame that burns bright,
An epiphany in every whispered prayer I send,
For in this distance, amidst the silent night,
I find strength in a love that will never end.
So let the night sky be our guide,
And the stars our witnesses,
As we navigate this long distance,
And emerge stronger from its mysteriousness.
Oh, how my heart aches with each breath I take,
With memories of our passion etched deep within,
Yet in this longing, a bond we cannot break,
As we dance together under starlight's gentle kin.
In the end, we will be reunited,
And our love will be brighter than any star,
For in the stillness of the night,
I know that you are never too far.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC