Best Riddling Poems

“Some of us are like ink and some like paper. And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us...

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We are all poets 
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that, I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So...

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The age of time bears acts forbidding...
wrongs, deceit and vice,
In its course worldly facts are riddling, 
as poetry shares its eyes.....

In the age of time,...

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This summer's winding leaves a pierce behind
Charred traces of her smouldering days,
A riddling puzzle blurs clouds in her mind
When fragile heart cracks glassy tears, assailed

Somehow,...

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Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by...

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Carrying Birds, Chirping in ears
The sound of Music, A vulture hears 
Sing of despair, A storm brewing near
Death taking a toll, Rivers overflow
Earthquakes causing Shakes,...

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A single woman, in her early thirties,
Wanting not to settle, wanting not to date
Wanting not to mingle, for the sole reason
That, she finds not between...

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Education has never deluded me,
it is a rich mine from which my gemstones are extracted;
and all of them can adorn with its brilliance 
a king's...

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How would it be to ride a bike into the new year?
Awesome in the name of the environment,
Play-like with energy, the man-child seeks no 
Pity...

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Mumbo gumbo's

blind faith

deepening cynicism

in metaphorical

meaninglessness

of judicious social

twaddle's protocol,

they ask, “have you

found Jesus yet??”

'I hadn't a figgy scooby doo

he was lost...'

nothing happens

for a reason

aside from the...

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Beneath dotted stars with soft campfire
as ally, lone cowboy’s pondering meanders
through  the sand dunes and  night-saloons
thumb marked by his blazed  rides for
pistol...

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In open Nebraska, eighteen eighty-six,
lived a man named Floyd Belgard.
Only twenty years, he lived with his pa,
a ranching man named Richard.

Richard had moved out this...

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we all have our lists 
the people we wish we could kiss
but the truth is the realest ones 
are the ones we never get 
because...

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“Truth isn’t truth,”
that’s what some Cap’n Obvious toady recently said

He was pissy mad, when his angry tears wet the bed

Lieutenant Rudy Brown-Nose 
a has-been sniffing...

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THUNDERSTORM

Thick oppressive sultriness all day
Then  cool breezes, a cloud signals
The sails of a fighting Armada, 
With massed grey galleons 

Swelling with threatening guns ...

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